In fact, if a man looks at a woman, no matter how he peeks, no matter how he pretends to have noticed, or no matter how he scans with his peripheral vision, the woman will always have this magical sixth sense: she can quickly judge from the sight.
Is he controlling himself? Which part of himself is he looking at? To put it bluntly, this is a biological instinct - a female can always tell which male has a good impression of her and has sexual desire for her from the many looks in her eyes.
Then decide whether to reproduce with it.
Especially this kind of beautiful mature woman who is used to seeing women, she is even more experienced in this. Her eyes glanced over and subconsciously sank downwards. I knew that she had realized that I was peeking at her untimely release.
But she didn't seem to care, and still maintained this posture, looking like she was watching.
I quickly collected my thoughts and secretly warned myself not to be fooled by the color. I just said: "These two bathrooms cost 160 yuan in total. Are you...?"
She didn't seem to hear what I said. She looked me up and down, then slowly stood up from the sofa and walked slowly in front of me. She raised her hand and pinched my mask. It was probably stuck by the mask.
The smell of white vinegar smelled a bit, and she frowned slightly, but her hand gradually dropped, and my mask also slipped off. My whole face was exposed to her eyes.
I couldn't help but feel a pain in my balls, it was not a good thing for her to see her true face.
Moreover, with such an ambiguous action, although I only took off my mask, I always felt as if I was stripped naked at this moment, as if I was standing naked in front of her. Suddenly, she
He opened his lips lightly, exhaled like orchid, and said: "You just said...how much does it cost?" The voice was like talking in sleep, with a breathy breath, and it turned three times in one sound, and when it came to the next few words, it was simply
Moaning.
"1...160 yuan..." I didn't dare to move, I didn't even dare to breathe.
She leaned forward, turned around, and touched a certain part of my body with her arm, which made me tremble as if I was electrified. She suddenly burst out laughing, as if she was reacting to my body.
She seemed very satisfied, but walked away, took out 200 yuan from her bag, walked over and put it into my hand.
I didn't dare to stay, so I quickly thanked him and walked out the door. At this time, the sound of a roaring motor came from outside the door.
Could it be that Chen Ziqi is back?
I quickly straightened my mask and covered my face——Although Chen Ziqi has never seen me, this kind of thing has murder cases such as Xiao Luqi, Su Chujun and the female corpse in the secret room of the warehouse tied to it, so it is better to maintain a sense of mystery.
.
Finally, I was able to meet this mysterious boss face to face, and I couldn't help but feel a smile on my face.
Suddenly the collar tightened, and the beautiful mature woman behind me actually grabbed my collar. I broke out in a cold sweat. Could it be that I had fallen into a trap? She had already recognized my identity?
She said in a panic: "Quick, hide in that door!"
I didn't know what was going on, but I didn't dare to disobey, so I crawled into a small room next to her. She closed the door. At this time, there was a sound of opening the door from outside, and a clear male voice said: "Yu Xin, you
What are you doing?"
The beautiful mature woman said: "What are you doing? I want to take a nap." This delicate voice sounded like she was inviting a man to sleep with her.
This man’s voice is undoubtedly that of Chen Ziqi - according to the nanny, there are usually three men in this house: Chen Ziqi, his son and the bodyguard. If this beautiful mature woman is the hostess of the villa, then Chen Ziqi’s son
She should be called mother, and the bodyguard should be addressed with respect. For this male voice to call her by her name "Yu Xin" like this, it must be Chen Ziqi. What surprised me was that this male voice sounded clear and clean, and he seemed to be older.
He is around 35 or 6 years old, or even younger. This is quite different from the age I imagined Chen Ziqi to be around 45 or 6 years old. Of course, people's voices are all kinds of weird, maybe the success of Chen Ziqi's business and this beautiful voice
They are also inextricably linked. Back then, the FBI wanted to poison Martin Luther King's vocal cords. They believed that Martin Luther King's rich and magnetic voice was an important reason why he had a large number of fans.
I was hiding in this small room miserably. I felt like an adulterer who had an affair, and my husband who caught him blocked the door. What the hell did I do? I, I am a victim, I am innocent and innocent.
How are you, innocent little boy?
When my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I discovered that the room seemed to be a storage room, with no windows and very dark. There was something vaguely like a box in the depths, a very classic kind. I had seen this kind of box when I was a child.
***The dowry box looks like this: It is made of three top-layer cowhide, which is very wear-resistant and breathable. She was born in 1915 and built a box like this in 1930. It is still very sturdy and it is perfect to put things in it.
It rarely gets moldy. I walked over gently and moved it, only to find that the box seemed to have taken root on the ground and could not be moved at all. Generally speaking, in this case, either the contents inside are too heavy or the
The box was simply fixed to the ground. I pushed hard, but it still wouldn't move. No matter what was inside, the box wasn't that big, so how heavy could it be? It seemed like the box must be fixed to the ground.
I thought of the architectural blueprint. This room did not exist on the blueprint. In other words, there was a wall that was built after the house was completed.
It was another secret room. I lifted the lid of the box and it was locked.
By the way, the land area of this house is larger than the area of the above-ground buildings and gardens. I have long suspected that there is an underground darkroom. Could it be that the entrance is in this box?
Judging from the location of the secret room on the blueprint and the size of the box that can accommodate one person, this is very possible.
I couldn't help but wonder, would the underground darkroom be the same as the secret room in the warehouse, with a freezer and a female corpse? Isn't it not enough for Chen Ziqi to guard such a beautiful and mature wife? He also secretly built a corpse hiding place
In the darkroom, go play around in the dead of night?
However, I didn't have the time to explore further. I leaned on the door and listened. The conversation between Chen Ziqi and his wife gradually faded away, and the sound of footsteps going up the stairs was heard. Not long after, there were two soft knocks on the door.
knocking.
I hesitated for a moment, then opened the door and went out.
Two red lips suddenly came up and pressed firmly onto my face.
I was so scared that I didn’t dare to move. With such a bloody affair, what was going on with this woman?
Lips and face separated quickly. She turned and walked away without leaving a word like "Wait for me in the small garden at midnight tonight."
I saw that Chen Ziqi had already gone upstairs, and I thought that if he found out that I had stolen the painting, there would definitely be a fuss. It was better to take the Thirty-Six Strategies, so I walked out of the door.
After walking out of the West Palace, I breathed out, took out my mobile phone and called Mingying, saying: "The painting is here, where are you?"
Mingying didn't say anything for half a minute. Just when I thought the phone was disconnected, she said quietly: "The same place last night. 7pm."
I thought to myself that I was going through life and death today, but I still couldn’t get a single meal? We met at the coffee shop after dinner time. How cheap and miserable I am, am I going to be cheated out of another cup of coffee by her?
Suddenly, Mingying said: "Lin You, you are a surprising person."
I couldn't help but reveal a smile at the corner of my mouth. I took a taxi, and it wasn't until I was already far away that Chen Ziqi found out that he wouldn't be able to catch up, so I felt relieved. Just now I was somewhere on the second floor of the villa.
When I found the painting in the room, I immediately cut it off along the edges of the two wooden sticks that framed the painting, and put the two wooden sticks back into the box. As for the painting, I didn't care whether it was broken or not, and just folded it up.
Stuff it into your bag.
The taxi was driving south along Caoyang Road. I heard the roar of a motor behind me. When I turned around, I saw a red Ferrari F430 roaring towards me. Sure enough, Chen Ziqi discovered that the painting had been stolen and drove out in a sports car to chase him.
. I smiled contemptuously: This silly boy, even if you fly a plane to chase him, in this vast sea of people, do you know who to look for?
The Ferrari passed by me in a flash, and I couldn't see what the people inside looked like. The speed was definitely over 50% over the speed limit. Under today's traffic laws, all 12 points would be deducted and I would be sent to a training class.
Of course, for an energetic person like Chen Ziqi, this doesn’t matter. If this society were a poker game, as long as you use two undefeated cards of favor and money, you will always be invincible.
land.
A hard-working bastard like me can only rely on a few tricks and some crude methods and broken tools to sneak into the dark and scary morgues and cold and smelly old warehouses. Fortunately, although my methods are crude,
, although the tool is broken, it has worked so far. It can be said that it is invincible and moves forward indomitably. It even surprised Mingying just now.
Mingying walked into the coffee shop. Unexpectedly, she didn't walk directly towards me. Instead, she bought a cup of mocha coffee and a cup of vanilla frappuccino at the counter. I almost stared at her when I saw her holding two drinks.
It has to come out: Does the sun rise from the west today?
She handed me the Frappuccino and still said coldly: "Where's the painting?"
I took it out of my bag and handed it to her.
She opened a corner, looked at it, nodded with satisfaction, and the frost on her face seemed to have melted a little. She put away the painting, took out a card from her bag and handed it to me.
I took it and saw that it was an all-black card with no words on the front and back. It felt a little greasy in my hand, but I didn’t know what the material was. So I asked doubtfully: “What is this?”
"Card."
"Nonsense, what kind of card?"
"There's some money in it. It's not much. It's your reward. By the way, these two cups of food were purchased with this card."
What? I couldn’t believe my ears. Wasn’t it just selling stolen goods? I stole a painting worth 500,000 yuan, gave it to a woman, and exchanged it for a weird-looking bank card. In this way, I
Wouldn't he become a character like Kaitou Kidd?
She forced out a smile that looked extremely weird and said: "Mr. Yin said, you passed the test. Since you work for the organization, you can't act like a pauper. This money, in addition to remuneration, is also an advance.
Funding.”
I thought of the 160 yuan that the beautiful mature woman named Yu Xin gave me, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I have already earned back the cost of stealing the painting from the owner of the painting."
Mingying finally couldn't hold it in anymore and laughed.