"I am 07, not Yun Yiren." The woman's voice coming through the microphone was exactly the same as Yun Yiren's, and even the tones were surprisingly similar.

Disappointment was obvious on Sikong Lingchuan's face. He covered his aching eyes and slumped on the car seat, "Did you capture something?"

"Do you need me to send it over now?" the woman asked.

Sikong Lingchuan did not speak. His breathing was so gentle, as if he had no life left.

The woman didn't say anything, and the two of them were silent until Sikong Lingchuan got out of the car and sat in the driver's seat before speaking, "You wait at the hotel, I'll come over now."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you."

Sikong Lingchuan hung up the phone, started the engine and left, but he couldn't help but cast his eyes to the second floor.

It was still dark there, and the half-moon hanging in the night sky was very bright, seeming to be mocking his pretentiousness, and also seeming to be mocking his wishful thinking.

Sikong Lingchuan's blue eyes were dark, he turned the reverse wheel and left. When he arrived at the five-star hotel, the woman had been waiting for him for a long time.

"Boss, your things." As soon as they entered the room, the woman handed the brocade box to Sikong Lingchuan.

Sikong Lingchuan did not answer, but asked her to open it.

The woman wore black lace gloves and carefully opened the box.

I saw the brooch intact inside, and the crystal lamp above my head shone on the gem, which fascinated Sikong Lingchuan's eyes.

He didn't know what he was thinking of and suddenly laughed out loud. As he approached, he uncontrollably grabbed the gem in her hand and smashed it to the ground...

The brooch rolled around on the sound-absorbing blanket and landed again at his feet.

Sikong Lingchuan's eyes suddenly turned scarlet. He immediately bent down and picked up the brooch, wanting to check if it was damaged, but as soon as he picked it up, a black enamel on the corner of the brooch fell from his fingertips and fell into the

blanket.

Sikong Lingchuan's pupils shrank, as if in disbelief, and stood motionless like a petrified sculpture.

"Boss?" Yan Zhiyun called him softly.

Sikong Lingchuan went crazy and crawled on the ground with his knees, just to find that tiny enamel.

When Yan Zhiyun saw him, she quickly wanted to pull him up. How could such a noble boss stoop so low and low just to find a grain of enamel!

But he didn't expect that she would be violently thrown away by him before she even touched him.

His eyes seemed to be shrouded in a black air, suffused with ink from an endless source.

Yan Zhiyun saw Sikong Lingchuan's frustrated look and guessed where he was when she called him just now.

Did he go to see Yun Yiren again? Ever since he learned that Yun Yiren was married, every night, he seemed to be a different person, violent and full of killing...

And all this comes from Yunyi people!

Sikong Lingchuan lay on the ground, all dignity and self-esteem no longer existed.

Yan Zhiyun, who has been on the edge of life and death all year round, became red-eyed. As a killer, she quickly found the enamel, "Boss, here it is, the enamel you are looking for is here."

Sikong Lingchuan quickly took it and wanted to put the enamel into the corner of the brooch, but it was in vain to put it in.

Sikong Lingchuan froze without moving, staring stupidly at the brooch and the enamel in his hand, as if he was being tapped.

Yan Zhiyun knew that this brooch was a token of the first meeting between him and Yun Yiren.

"Boss, it's just one piece that fell off. It can still be repaired."

Sikong Lingchuan's heart was empty.

He didn't speak. He seemed to have been emptied out of his mind and walked into the bedroom like a zombie.

Yan Zhiyun followed him and explained the recent situation to him from behind, "Boss, it will be mid-day in a few days. The hotel has been booked. You can rest assured that no one will disturb you by then."

Sikong Lingchuan didn't care about these things. He sat on the bed, took out his mobile phone and made a call...

The person on the other end got through quickly. I don't know what the person on the other end said. He looked a little unhappy and said, "A piece of enamel fell off the brooch. Come over here now with your tools."

Sikong Lingchuan hung up the phone and asked, without even looking at Yan Zhiyun, "When will she go to the black market?"

"It should be soon. Yun Fanming has already told Yun Yiren that the black market can cure Yun Keren's disease. I think it will be here in the next few days."

"Keep an eye on her. If there is any movement, report it to me as soon as possible." At this point, his sharp eyes met hers, and his voice contained a bit of warning, but more of an order, "Remember, no matter it is

These days, it’s still day and night.”

Yan Zhiyun was stunned for a moment, then replied, "Boss, it's almost the end of the month, so you don't know your physical condition!"

Could it be that he wanted to bring Yun Yiren back to him regardless of his own body?

Once Yun Yiren enters the black market, Sikong Lingchuan will find her and take her back to the United States... This plan was prepared before Sikong Lingchuan came to China.

It's just that I have to deal with some official matters, so I have been delayed.

"When will I need you to remind me about my matters?"

Yan Zhiyun knew that he had made up his mind and would not change his mind, but she could not go against what the doctor had told her.

If you can't make him angry, you can only take action from Yun Yiren.

Vinier came in with a bottle of 1982 Lafite, followed by a man carrying a small toolbox.

The man's name is Qin Jianyi, and he and Sikong Lingchuan have been close friends since childhood. Because he looks too flirtatious and his skin color is very fair, he looks a bit girly.

"Hey, 07 is here too?" Qin Jian also put the toolbox on the table and sat on a bar chair, smiling so hard that he deserved to be beaten, "The old man is willing to keep you with Chuan. It seems that he is interested in you."

It’s a big trust.”

Yan Zhiyun, codenamed 07, is the most proud, proud, and proud student of the PhD.

She has lived in an organization since she was a child and has been trained in hell for a long time. She has not only agile skills, but also superb medical skills.

"Boss, you guys have something to talk about, so I'll go out first." Yan Zhiyun ignored everyone except Sikong Lingchuan.

Yan Zhiyun went out, and when she left, she met Qin Jian's playful eyes that lingered on her.

She looked at her with murderous intent, and Qin Jian also laughed...

"Fix it." Sikong Lingchuan walked over and handed the brooch to him, "It must be in good condition!"

Qin Jian also glanced at it and knew that this thing was more important than his life. Even if he couldn't repair it and it was as perfect as before, he couldn't say it in front of him.

"You still don't know about my skills?" He calmed down with a playful smile and replied very relaxedly.

Vinier uncorked the wine, took the high-heeled wine glass from the wine cabinet, sobered up, and pushed it in front of the two of them.

Sikong Lingchuan was not in the mood to taste red wine, "Get a bottle of whiskey."

"Do you still want your stomach?" Qin Jian also saw that he was clearly dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and his demeanor was elegant, but his look was decadent and full of death, which made people full of frustration, "You should have told her back then.

It’s clear, now that it’s like this, what’s the use of your explanation?”

Sikong Lingchuan pursed his lips tightly. He didn't know whether it was because he was upset or because he had been depressed in his heart for a long time and needed to vent. He said, "It's not because of this."

"What's that for?"

Sikong Lingchuan didn't reply. He held the high-heeled cup and poured it all into his mouth.
Chapter completed!