Chapter 1192
That's Your Clothes, Not a Ghost!
Chapter 1192 That's Your Clothes, Not a Ghost!
Under her frightened eyes, Zuo Xiao forcibly raised her face and made her look at him, "Miss Feng Yu'an, from the moment you joined the Dark Night Organization, your life not only belongs to yourself, but also belongs to you." I, I don't allow my people to live in such a messy little place, understand?"
The face in front of him was impeccably handsome, Feng Yu'an's black pupils reflected his domineering expression at the moment, and his heart beat faster for no reason.
Maybe when Zuo Xiao said this, he just wanted to tell her that no one can change the decision he made.
As the leader of the Dark Night Organization, he absolutely cannot tolerate his subordinates living in such a harsh environment.
But Feng Yu'an heard it in his ears, but he understood another deep meaning.
As the boss of the Dark Night Organization, this man seems to be ruthless, but he takes extra care of her.
A girl like Feng Yu'an who has never experienced love affairs is easily moved by small details in a foreign country.
She clearly knew that this man was like arsenic wrapped in honey, and she clearly knew that if her identity was exposed in the future, she would have a tragic end, but she still couldn't control her heartbeat at this moment.
Yes, she had just escaped from the murder scene. At this moment, her heart was extremely fragile and easy to attack.
Maybe she didn't even realize that the handsome face with deep lines of the man in front of her had been quietly engraved into her heart unconsciously.
Feng Yu'an's eyes flickered for a moment, and he raised his hand to knock off the hand he was pinching on his chin, "I, I'm going back."
While speaking, she opened the car door.
As soon as one foot landed, Zuo Xiao's faint voice sounded behind him, "I've driven for so long to take you back, are you going to invite me to your house for a cup of tea?"
Feng Yu'an felt that what he said was just casual talk, so he nodded politely, "Mr. Zuo, do you want to go to my house for a cup of tea before leaving?"
The corner of Zuo Xiao's lips twitched, "Okay."
Feng Yu'an, "..."
She was really just being polite, should he agree so simply?
However, since the words have been spoken, Feng Yu'an can't let him go, so he can only bite the bullet and say, "My house is relatively simple, and I hope you don't dislike it."
The corners of Zuo Xiao's mouth maintained a slight arc, "It's just a cup of tea, and I don't live here, so there's nothing to dislike."
Feng Yu'an, "..." Well, there is nothing wrong with what he said.
After getting off the car, Feng Yu'an walked ahead, walked through the alley, and brought him to the door of the house.
After opening the door, she accidentally glanced at the balcony, and when she saw a white shadow flashing past there, Joseph's face of death flashed again in her mind.
"what--!"
Feng Yu'an screamed and grabbed Zuo Xiao's arm in fright.
Seeing this, Zuo Xiao frowned, and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"
Feng Yu'an held him firmly with one hand, and pointed towards the balcony with the other, "There is a ghost over there!"
She has always been an atheist, but at this time she is so timid that she can think of the scene of killing herself in everything she sees.
This kind of panic is like a person who can't swim is drowning in the water, but can't hold a piece of driftwood, and can only watch the water overflowing over his head soberly.
But at this moment, Feng Yu'an's heart that had gradually calmed down was once again occupied by fear.
Zuo Xiao was like that piece of driftwood, she clutched his shirt tightly, refusing to let go.
Zuo Xiao looked in the direction of her finger, and saw a long white dress hanging on the balcony was blowing back and forth with the night wind.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the terrified Feng Yu'an, feeling helpless in his heart, "Miss Feng Yu'an, those are your clothes, not ghosts."
After hearing this, Feng Yu'an slowly turned to look at the balcony again, this time she also saw the long skirt clearly.
With a long sigh of relief, she slowly let go of Zuo Xiao's shirt, "I'm sorry, please come in."
Turning on the light on the wall, Zuo Xiao looked around her room. The furniture was very simple, only a table and a sofa, but it looked tidy.
Feng Yu'an went to pour him a glass of water, Zuo Xiao just took a symbolic sip before preparing to leave.
Seeing that he was about to leave, Feng Yu'an hesitated and said, "That... I know it might be a bit abrupt. But Mr. Zuo, can you not leave tonight?"
(End of this chapter)
Under her frightened eyes, Zuo Xiao forcibly raised her face and made her look at him, "Miss Feng Yu'an, from the moment you joined the Dark Night Organization, your life not only belongs to yourself, but also belongs to you." I, I don't allow my people to live in such a messy little place, understand?"
The face in front of him was impeccably handsome, Feng Yu'an's black pupils reflected his domineering expression at the moment, and his heart beat faster for no reason.
Maybe when Zuo Xiao said this, he just wanted to tell her that no one can change the decision he made.
As the leader of the Dark Night Organization, he absolutely cannot tolerate his subordinates living in such a harsh environment.
But Feng Yu'an heard it in his ears, but he understood another deep meaning.
As the boss of the Dark Night Organization, this man seems to be ruthless, but he takes extra care of her.
A girl like Feng Yu'an who has never experienced love affairs is easily moved by small details in a foreign country.
She clearly knew that this man was like arsenic wrapped in honey, and she clearly knew that if her identity was exposed in the future, she would have a tragic end, but she still couldn't control her heartbeat at this moment.
Yes, she had just escaped from the murder scene. At this moment, her heart was extremely fragile and easy to attack.
Maybe she didn't even realize that the handsome face with deep lines of the man in front of her had been quietly engraved into her heart unconsciously.
Feng Yu'an's eyes flickered for a moment, and he raised his hand to knock off the hand he was pinching on his chin, "I, I'm going back."
While speaking, she opened the car door.
As soon as one foot landed, Zuo Xiao's faint voice sounded behind him, "I've driven for so long to take you back, are you going to invite me to your house for a cup of tea?"
Feng Yu'an felt that what he said was just casual talk, so he nodded politely, "Mr. Zuo, do you want to go to my house for a cup of tea before leaving?"
The corner of Zuo Xiao's lips twitched, "Okay."
Feng Yu'an, "..."
She was really just being polite, should he agree so simply?
However, since the words have been spoken, Feng Yu'an can't let him go, so he can only bite the bullet and say, "My house is relatively simple, and I hope you don't dislike it."
The corners of Zuo Xiao's mouth maintained a slight arc, "It's just a cup of tea, and I don't live here, so there's nothing to dislike."
Feng Yu'an, "..." Well, there is nothing wrong with what he said.
After getting off the car, Feng Yu'an walked ahead, walked through the alley, and brought him to the door of the house.
After opening the door, she accidentally glanced at the balcony, and when she saw a white shadow flashing past there, Joseph's face of death flashed again in her mind.
"what--!"
Feng Yu'an screamed and grabbed Zuo Xiao's arm in fright.
Seeing this, Zuo Xiao frowned, and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"
Feng Yu'an held him firmly with one hand, and pointed towards the balcony with the other, "There is a ghost over there!"
She has always been an atheist, but at this time she is so timid that she can think of the scene of killing herself in everything she sees.
This kind of panic is like a person who can't swim is drowning in the water, but can't hold a piece of driftwood, and can only watch the water overflowing over his head soberly.
But at this moment, Feng Yu'an's heart that had gradually calmed down was once again occupied by fear.
Zuo Xiao was like that piece of driftwood, she clutched his shirt tightly, refusing to let go.
Zuo Xiao looked in the direction of her finger, and saw a long white dress hanging on the balcony was blowing back and forth with the night wind.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the terrified Feng Yu'an, feeling helpless in his heart, "Miss Feng Yu'an, those are your clothes, not ghosts."
After hearing this, Feng Yu'an slowly turned to look at the balcony again, this time she also saw the long skirt clearly.
With a long sigh of relief, she slowly let go of Zuo Xiao's shirt, "I'm sorry, please come in."
Turning on the light on the wall, Zuo Xiao looked around her room. The furniture was very simple, only a table and a sofa, but it looked tidy.
Feng Yu'an went to pour him a glass of water, Zuo Xiao just took a symbolic sip before preparing to leave.
Seeing that he was about to leave, Feng Yu'an hesitated and said, "That... I know it might be a bit abrupt. But Mr. Zuo, can you not leave tonight?"
(End of this chapter)