Maybe the blood relationship is so miraculous, Qiao Yuxian has never met Zhao Shimeng at all, not even a photo, and the two don't look much alike.
But the moment he saw her, Qiao Yuxian still recognized her.
Zhao Shimeng saw her stunned and called out to her: "Yu Xian, stand a little behind and I'll open the car door."
Qiao Yuxian stepped back a little blankly.
Zhao Shimeng opened the door and got out of the car.
She wore a long coat, her hair was tied up, and she wore exquisite makeup, and she had a calm and calm aura.
"Yu Xian." She walked up to her and asked, "Are you cold?"
Qiao Yuxian shook her head subconsciously.
Zhao Shimeng smiled and helped her move the messed up hair on her forehead: "I have always wanted to see you, but I really wanted to see you, so I went to the school gate. When I saw you coming out, I couldn't help but follow you. Isn't that right?
Scared."
Her fingertips touched her forehead. Qiao Yuxian blinked and shook his head subconsciously.
"How about we find a place to sit for a while?" Zhao Shimeng asked again.
Qiao Yuxian looked a little confused, and she nodded subconsciously.
The smile on Zhao Shimeng's face deepened, he put his hand on her back, gently led her forward and said: "Get in the car first, it's too cold outside."
She took Qiao Yuxian to the passenger seat, opened the door for her to get in, closed the door again, and then walked back to the driver's seat.
After starting the car, Zhao Shimeng said: "Yu Xian, seat belt."
Qiao Yuxian came back to her senses, looked at herself, and then pulled on her seat belt.
As the car drove out of the hospital, Zhao Shimeng asked, "Is there anywhere you want to go?"
"Anything is fine." Qiao Yuxian looked forward, his head not turning around, unable to see anything in his eyes, and his voice sounded absent-minded.
Zhao Shimeng's voice was always gentle and kind: "Then I'll just look for a place."
"Um."
Zhao Shimeng found a cafe and they sat in a corner upstairs. It was very quiet and there were not many people.
After taking off his coat and sitting down, Zhao Shimeng said, "Yu Xian, what do you want to drink?"
Qiao Yuxian looked at the waiter beside him and said, "I want an American cup."
Zhao Shimeng also ordered a glass of Americano: "Do you want anything else?"
Qiao Yuxian shook his head.
Zhao Shimeng looked at the waiter: "That's it. Give us two cups of hot water first."
Hot water was brought quickly. Zhao Shimeng took a cup and placed it in front of Qiao Yuxian. He then took her hand and asked her to hold the cup of hot water: "Cover your hands."
"Thank you." Qiao Yuxian said, holding the water glass in both hands.
Zhao Shimeng smiled: "Are you going to have an internship next semester?"
"Um."
"The scope of your professional internship should be very broad, including foreign business, translation, and teaching, right?" Zhao Shimeng asked warmly.
"Yes." Qiao Yuxian lowered her gaze, listening to her understanding of herself.
"Which direction do you prefer?"
"I don't know yet." Qiao Yuxian said, "I haven't considered it yet."
"There's no rush." Zhao Shimeng said, "If you need anything, you can come to me at any time."
"Um."
The two of them were in the cafe for more than an hour, and Zhao Shimeng didn't ask her how her life was over the years? How was it? They all talked about recent things.
Her studies and life.
Like a friend, he has a good sense of proportion, is kind and caring, and is not too close to make her feel uncomfortable.
After coming out of the cafe, Qiao Yuxian didn't get in her car again.
Zhao Shimeng did not force it: "Leave your contact information. I was in Kyoto two years ago. Can we keep in touch often?"
"Okay." Qiao Yuxian took out her mobile phone and exchanged contact information with her.
Before getting in the car, Zhao Shimeng helped her pull up the zipper a little more, touched her face, and said with a smile: "Pay attention to safety outside, I'll leave first."
When she touched her face, Qiao Yuxian subconsciously wanted to hide, but she forced her body not to hide. She lowered her gaze and nodded obediently.
"Okay, I'm leaving." Zhao Shimeng drove away.
Qiao Yuxian watched her leave. She didn't look back until her car was out of sight and looked forward.
His expression was cold and empty.
After a while, she slowly lowered her gaze and took out her mobile phone to call a taxi.
The destination was set at Xishan Manor.
The car arrived quickly. After getting on the car, she sent a message to Shang Chen, telling her not to pick her up that night.
Then he sent a message to Gu Yanjing, telling him that he would not go back that night.
Gu Yanjing, who received the news, was in a meeting at the company.
The message was answered very quickly, but he immediately began to reflect on what he had done recently to scare people away and not come back.
Qiao Yuxian went to Xishan Manor.
The manor is very big, half of the mountain is within the scope of the manor.
It was built from the foot of the mountain to halfway up the mountain.
It looks very simple from the outside, with a large area and many houses, but... none of them seem to be decorated.
It seems that after a rough layout was made, work was stopped.
Qiao Yuxian got out of the car and walked for a while before arriving at the gate.
After unlocking the door with her fingerprint, she entered the manor. She didn't even look in front of her, and just followed the road to the side and went around to the back.
She was wearing a long down jacket, with her hands in her pockets, and her eyes fell on the ground in front of her.
After more than half an hour, she entered a three-story villa.
The three-story villa has a small elevator.
Elevator buttons 1, 2, and 3 correspond to the three floors above.
Qiao Yuxian entered the elevator and pressed a series of numbers using the three numeric buttons: "331121"
The elevator door closed, and three seconds later, the elevator went down.
There is only one floor underground, but according to the speed at which the elevator descends, it must be as high as two floors below.
The elevator opens, revealing a long corridor.
The lights are voice-activated. Following Qiao Yuxian's steps, the lights in front light up one by one.
The corridor of more than twenty meters reached the end. Qiao Yuxian opened the door and pressed the switch inside.
The cold light lit up, revealing a space of five hundred square meters.
The interior decoration is all black.
Except for the ceiling light, the surrounding walls are all covered with light tubes.
The most important thing is that this place is like a weapons depot and a training ground.
There are all kinds of guns all over the place.
There is also a side of Tang Hengdao, one by one arranged neatly.
Various daggers, knives...
Like collection, like display.
Qiao Yuxian closed the door, walked in, took a butterfly knife from the side, and played with it in his hand.
There was no heating underground and it was bitingly cold.
Qiao Yuxian walked to the wooden mannequin and looked at the sandbag beside it.
Then he took off his coat, took a bandage from the box on the floor and wrapped it around his hand.
Start hitting the sandbags.
Her wrists are slender but full of strength.
The veins on the inside of the wrist are bulging, and with each fist move, there are almost residual images.
It was harsh and cold. It seemed to be venting one's emotions, and also seeming to appease one's irritability.
It was cold underground, but she was slowly sweating little by little.
After hitting the sandbags, we went to hit the wooden stakes again.
The sweat on his face gradually began to drip down.
The fair skin turned red with heat.
The sweat beads were like crystals, glowing under the light, and falling one by one.
That's it, Qiao Yuxian's eyes were empty and cold with a sinister look on them, as if he was tireless and hadn't rested at all for more than four hours...