The master of the reborn business girl

Chapter 695

"Love is such a great thing, it can make a person strong and fearful. She fell in love with the master's family and worked harder for it. She practiced desperately so that she would not have to give up her body during the mission. At first I'm also happy, happy that the magic of love has changed people so that she can survive in this family, and her love has also been responded to. Every time she goes to see that person, she can be excited all night. Heh... ..." Maybe it's because the feelings are too deep, Xinyue rarely abandons the mode of ridicule, and narrates this memory in an almost gentle tone. The sweet and happy time in the first half made her laugh out loud, but the voice just overflowed her throat. As if being strangled by a big hand, the nostalgia on his face stopped abruptly.

"Unfortunately, she still died in the end, at the hands of her own people." Xinyue's voice sank, with a trace of loneliness and sadness in her hoarse voice, as if she couldn't bear to relive the process again, directly bringing the tragic The ending is laid out.

"That person..." Song Ye frowned, and found clues from the clues of the past two days, "It's An Mo."

The person who has a mutual admiration with the inner disciple is An Mo.

"Yeah." Xinyue leaned against the head of the bed and closed her eyes lightly, "An Mo grew up in Ye's family since she was a child, and she was the husband-in-law of Ye's family that she had chosen a long time ago, so she came here to provoke her."

In fact, she also knows that emotional matters cannot be decided by one person alone, let alone blame others blindly. She has resented An Mo for so many years, but she has a sustenance in her heart.

So when she really said it, her tone was more of a powerlessness.

"Is it An Mo who was forced to move?" Song Ye made an inference according to the training method of the killer organization.

But what Xinyue got was a negative answer, "No, it's because she became Ye Lingyin's personal maid."

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The night is as cool as water, and the night in early autumn has been stained with coldness. The Ye family is located halfway up the mountain. Even at night, it is shrouded in white mist, and the temperature is lower than that at the bottom of the mountain.

This is the first time for Song Ye to spend the night in the main house. The room is arranged in the wing room next to Ye Lingyin, separated by a layer of wood, so you can know immediately what is going on next door, and the first thing to do tonight, she is called Vigil.

Originally, the vigil was responsible for personal safety, but Ye Lingyin called Song Ye into the room.

"Stand here, watch me sleep, and remember to hold the lamp." In the very ancient boudoir, looking over the screen to the bedroom behind the bead curtain, the girl on the big carved bed put on a white pajamas, with soft hair. Her long hair made her face as white as jade.

At this moment, Song Ye was holding a lantern and standing at the head of the bed, looking down at the girl who was looking at her with her head tilted. The face that was too similar often made people feel in a trance. There were a few twists on the face, like a facial nerve disorder.

Thinking of what Xinyue said before leaving in the evening, Song Ye's heart sank.

"What kind of eyes do you have?" Xu Shi noticed the strangeness in her eyes. The girl on the bed raised her brows, her facial features were slightly wrinkled and distorted, and she was startled again. She quickly touched her face with her hand and whispered softly. : "Pay attention to controlling your emotions, pay attention to controlling your emotions... Hehe..."

Suddenly, he laughed again.

Song Ye felt something strange, his deep pupils flickered in the candlelight.

"I'm going to bed, you must not leave." It was only nine o'clock at night, Ye Lingyin turned off the lights and did not watch TV or play with her mobile phone, she covered herself with a quilt early and curled up into a ball, like a helpless child, Then a few muffled syllables came out from under the quilt.

Um?Song Ye couldn't hear clearly, so he tilted his ears, and this time he finally understood.

"You can't die either. If you die, no one will accompany me..."

Song Ye couldn't see the expression on her face when she said this, but her heart was a little oppressed by the old and dark tones in the room and the flickering candlelight.

Three hours passed, and in the dead of night, with a sizzle, the last candle in the lantern went out.

At the same time, a low whimpering sound suddenly came from the bed.

She suddenly opened her eyes from a light sleep, and her eyes, accustomed to the night, shot straight at the person sleeping in the bed.

"Hmm..." The girl bit her lower lip in discomfort, frowned, and let out a low whimper, as if she was suffering from great pain, and the tips of her hair were wet with sweat, messily sticking to her forehead.

Having nightmares, or being sick?Song Ye frowned, stretched out his hand and quickly pressed the other's forehead, but it was cold.

The cold skin feels weird to the touch, smooth but not delicate, not slippery.

Song Ye made a wrong finger and was about to touch the back of her ear. At this moment, the person who was struggling on the bed suddenly opened his eyes. Those big eyes emitted two strange lights in the darkness. Then the whole person quickly rushed towards Song Ye.

"Ahhh..." The cold blade pierced out streaks of light in the darkness, coming menacingly, Ye Lingyin roared, and the whole person fell into a state of mania, that delicate face twisted into a hideous look.

While dodging, Song Ye observed the opponent's state, as if trying to determine whether she was really crazy or just pretending to be stupid.

Crackling, the tables and benches in the room were all overturned and violently damaged, making a mess.

After a long while, Song Ye finally went around and beat her behind, knocking her unconscious with a knife in one hand, and then stopped.

After sending the person back to the bed, Song Ye saw the girl who was still covering her face with her hands even in a coma, and the condensation between her brows lingered for a long time.

There was so much movement in the room, but the hidden guard guarding the door did not move at all. It can be seen that Ye Lingyin's situation is not the first time, and the Swiss army knife that he felt under the pillow for a moment when he opened his eyes seemed to be in a constant state.

If a person can still maintain such vigilance in sleep, he is either a killer or a person who has been oppressed for a long time.

Thinking of the scene in the main hall where Ye Meimei shot at the slightest disagreement, Song Ye gently closed his eyes, and stretched out his hand to cover her with the quilt.

The next day, before Ye Lingyin got up, a maid came in to pack things secretly, and the person on the bed looked as usual after getting up, as if he hadn't noticed what happened last night.

"Today you accompany me to my mother's for breakfast. After breakfast, we'll go find An Mo." Ye Lingyin, who was combing her hair in front of the dressing table, painted on her lipstick. It reveals sweetness.

Song Ye focused on the first half of the sentence. When she accompanied her into the dining room, she saw that Ye Meimei was already eating at the seat. She had a cold attitude towards Ye Lingyin and interrupted her itinerary by saying, "Go to Luo's house today, find Luo The young master taught you supernatural powers."

(End of this chapter)