"What exactly do you want to say?"
"What I mean is, let the master handle their own matters. As bodyguards, we just need to do our duties properly!"
The man who was restraining Ying Hao, after saying this, pressed the gun to him and directly took him away.
Although he still wanted to struggle and notify the young master in this building, this Ying Hai was not an ordinary person. He was trained at the same time as him. With a gun pointed at his head, it was not so easy to escape.
Furthermore, he understood those words just now. Tonight, without the master’s command, nothing would be done to the two people in this building.
In other words, whether he goes or not is irrelevant. What matters is what the person who wants the girl’s life will do.
Will he... continue to take the girl’s life?
For the first time, Ying Hao felt that the person he had followed for so many years was so unfamiliar!
Ou Mucen slept well that night. The two days and nights without rest had pushed his body to its limits.
And tonight, not only did he find this woman, but he also completely released the desires in his body. Naturally, he slept especially deeply, forgetting how narrow and possibly unclean this small bed was.
He also forgot to wonder why this woman, after seeing him, wasn’t eager to leave with him but instead was impatient to become one with him here.
He slept until dawn, and was awoken by the sound of firecrackers the next morning. The continuous popping sounds were so loud that he couldn’t block them out with a pillow.
"Who wants to die?!!"
He threw the pillow in his hand out forcefully, his young master’s temper fully erupting.
Ye Ning was in the kitchen making breakfast for the two of them, cooking noodles, the long-life noodles everyone eats on the first day of the New Year.
Upon suddenly hearing noises from the bedroom, she stood there and glanced over, then quickly turned off the fire and came over: "Hubby, get up, it’s time for noodles."
She actually liked using this form of address. Previously, she thought she would find it awkward to say these words after coming to her senses. Unexpectedly, some forms of address become natural the more you use them.
Hearing the soft voice calling him at the door, Ou Mucen, who still had his eyes closed, finally fluttered his long eyelashes, and then his beautiful eyes slowly opened in the morning’s bright light.
It was a long-missed petite figure in a khaki batwing-sleeve turtleneck sweater, with tight black leggings underneath, and a green fox decorative chain around her neck, finally letting him see her original look and familiar aura.
Serene, elegant, yet not losing its brilliance.
Ou Mucen finally awoke from his drowsiness, looked around, and upon seeing this entirely unfamiliar environment, furrowed his brows.
"What? Sleep made you stupid? This isn’t your luxury apartment; it’s my small broken house."
Ye Ning had been watching him, and after he woke up, lying there for a long time staring at the low and dim ceiling with a frown, she couldn’t help but laugh from where she stood at the doorway.
Ou Mucen’s gaze moved slightly. It was at this moment he finally recalled where he was and remembered what happened last night.