Chapter 1318 Talking about the grave (63)

When I saw Yan Yu, my first reaction was to walk over, but her movement made me stunned and didn't know what to do.

But seeing that she walked gracefully to three meters away from me, she said coldly: "Come with me!"

In her voice, I heard a very strange feeling, coldness and disdain.

I wanted to ask the reason, but she said again: "Why do you stand there? Let's go!"

Well, she said that, what else can I say? I can only follow her with my head down.

She took me to the third floor and arranged me in a pretty good room.

The room is not big, but fortunately there are still equipment that should be available, and even high-tech things like computers. Yan Yu said, "Just live here. If you have any needs, just shout it."

"Yu'er!" I shouted at her.

She frowned slightly and said in a low voice: "Sorry, I'm not very familiar with you, and Yu'er is not something you can call me."

I am sending a message to that person. I am a normal person with seven emotions and six desires. It can even be said that I deliberately create a sense of wrongness and lust for that person.

I was speechless all day. At noon the next day, I was sleeping in bed. Yan Junshan pushed the door and walked in, looking at me with a smile on his face, and shouted, "Chen Jiu, we're discussing the business."

"We're all here, in the private room on the third floor." The female manager replied respectfully.

Leaving this, Yan Junshan led us straight to the third floor.

He smiled and said indifferently: "Chen Jiu, you are still young and don't understand the tricks here. As the saying goes, golden catkins are outside, and broken catkins are inside, but this teahouse is inside, and broken catkins are outside. If you combine the phenomenon in Hong Kong, you will naturally understand the reason."

On the far right is a young man, who is 27 or 28 years old, and has an extremely ferocious scar on his left face. The only thing that puzzles me is that the man in the middle is an old man who is nearly 60 years old, with silver hair and a long goatee on his jaw, giving people the appearance of a fairy-like bone.

With this doubt, I looked at the room carefully. It was about twenty square meters, and the walls were bare red brick walls. What I couldn't understand was that there seemed to be a subtle black spot at the location of the beams. If I didn't look carefully, it would be difficult to find it.

On the surface, I was asked to come here to rest, but in fact, it was probably surveillance.

I woke up in a daze, leaned lazily on the head of the bed, rubbed my eyes hard, and shouted: "Boss Yan, so early?"

A series of doubts lingered in my mind.

I was stunned and asked, "What's the phenomenon!"

What I didn't expect was that the teahouse looked extremely dilapidated on the outside, but the interior decoration could only be described as luxury. I asked Yan Junshan, "Boss Yan, how does your teahouse have a sharp contrast with the outside?"

When we appeared in the teahouse, we were received by a female manager. Judging from the manager's attitude towards Yan Junshan, the owner of this teahouse should be Yan Junshan.

After she left, I lay down a few bites of food casually, continued to squat on the computer and started to watch it. My mind was constantly guessing what Yan Junshan had, what Yan Yu had plans, and what exactly was the ice tomb.

When they saw us coming in, the four of them stood up collectively and shouted to Yan Junshan, "Da Zun, you are old."

After watching for about an hour, a voice came from the door saying that it was a meal delivery.

"Thanks for your hard work!"

I said oh, and got up immediately. To be honest, if I hadn't known that Yan Junshan was not a good person, he would easily be moved by his words. Listen to this tone, it would be like the relationship between the boss and the employee, which was clearly a dialogue between brothers.

Looking at her back, I was so depressed. What does Yan Yu mean? Is she really like what Yan Jin said, everything was lying to me?

Of course, it is not really a sight to see. Opening such a website is just to paralyze Yan Junshan. Strictly speaking, it should be the person guarding the other side of the surveillance.

He smiled, "It's getting late, it's already noon. You should put on your clothes quickly, go out with me, and introduce some people to you by the way."

"Xiao Wu, are they all here?" Yan Junshan asked the female manager.

The place he led me to is not far away, which is a nearby teahouse. This teahouse is relatively remote and has only a bumpy path around it, but the interior of the teahouse is particularly elegant.

Then, I tinkered casually and followed Yan Junshan out.

I came over and stopped asking, so I followed him into a private room called "Shabbing Bamboo". As soon as I entered the door, I found four people sitting in the private room, Yan Yu was also among them. She was sitting on the far left, and a middle-aged man approached him. The man had a beard and looked quite rough.

When she opened the door, it was Yan Yu. She held a lunch box in her hand and handed it to me, turning around and leaving.

Mad, since he wants to monitor it, let him monitor it!

But, if this is the case, why did I tell me before leaving that day that I made me believe her?

After making up this idea, I watched it in the room for a while, walked straight to the computer, turned on the computer, found some small/movie websites and started reading.

When Ding Qing saw that the black dot flashed faintly, my heart tightened. Made, was it a camera?

This thought flashed through, and I pretended not to see the thing, slowly moved my eyes to another position, looked at it casually, and kept thinking about guessing what Yan Junshan meant.

Listening to this, I was very puzzled, Dazun? What is this title?

Yan Junshan should have seen my doubts. He first nodded to the four people, and then explained to me: "My name is the nickname they gave me."

After saying this, she walked straight toward the door.

He raised his hand and pointed at it, without saying a word.

I sneered in my heart, Dazun is an elegant name? It's so irritating. No matter how you look, it feels like the leader of a cult organization, but I only dare to mutter in my heart, but I dare not say it out loud. On the surface, I still gave a compliment, "That's their admiration for you."

"Maybe!" He replied in a low voice, walked straight towards the four people, sat at the top, waved at me again, and signaled me to sit next to him.

As soon as I sat down, I stared at the four people and found that three of the four people were quite not simple. One was the rough bearded man. His whole body gave me the feeling that the skill on his hands was absolutely good, especially the calluses on his back, which was obvious that he was a martial artist.

The other one is the scar man. He gave me the feeling of being introverted, like a poisonous snake in the dark, staring at the enemy at all times, especially the look he looked at me made me shudder all over.
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