Huhua President

She fell asleep peacefully like this, and slept through lunch and dinner accompanied by the pattering rain outside the window. She didn't wake up until Gongsun Yingwei returned to his room.

The wall clock struck 12:30, and the person on the bed moved a bit, leaning on the pillow to get up, "Mother Lin!" Chen Fangrui supported her head with a weak voice.

No one responded, she got out of bed, her feet felt a little floating on the ground, she was so thirsty that she felt dumb even when she spoke, but there was no water in the pot.

Leaning on the wall and walking out of the door, her petite feet stepped on the carpet under the floor-sweeping white nightdress, and her neck was tightly wrapped by the complicated collar.

In the living room, the glass had just been filled, and before he finished drinking, he heard the door in the hall click. Chen Fangrui squatted down reflexively, and hid behind the sofa.

"Who is it so late?" She was a little scared holding the water glass, and some ghosts appeared in her mind. She squatted there and did not dare to move. Hearing the footsteps of leather boots in the hall, she was getting closer and closer to herself. .

Before she could yell, the footsteps seemed to stop beside her, she opened and closed her eyes, and from the corner of her eye, she saw the edge of the sofa, where a black leather boot was protruding, stepping on her The skirt corner on the edge of the sofa.

Chen Fangrui closed her eyes again and gritted her teeth. She was so frightened that she plucked up her courage and stood up abruptly.

Before she could open her eyes, a gun was pressed against her forehead, and in front of her was a young man in military uniform, pointing a gun at her.

Her brows are heroic, her starry eyes are bright, her pupils are deep and dark like night, and her wheat-colored skin and firm facial features are actually soft and elegant, making Chen Fangrui think of Zhou Yu at a glance.

He also looked very nervous, his bright eyes suddenly widened, and then he stared at her without moving, his jaw was tense, and his lips were clearly pursed.

"Who are you?" He asked after a while of silence.

"Chen Fangrui, a guest of the Assassins Alliance." She was still holding a half-drunk water glass, her long hair hanging loose under the dim moonlight.

He retracted the gun, pinned it to his waist, and reached out to press the switch of the light on the wall. The warm yellow light made Chen Fangrui slightly tilt his head and narrow his eyes for an instant.

He didn't speak any more, and walked upstairs with no expression on his face. Watching him walking towards his room, Chen Fangrui suddenly remembered "he should be Lin Zhenhai".

"Your room..." Holding her shoulders, she ran upstairs and chased him in. He was standing in front of the bed, frowning.

Seeing him turn around and look at him suspiciously, Chen Fangrui nodded and said, "I've been sleeping here for the past few days."

After hesitating for a few seconds, he missed Chen Fangrui and walked out the door, "Take a good rest", and the door closed with a click.

Chen Fangrui sat on the bed with a sigh of relief, and picked up the pillow at hand. After a while, there was a sound outside the door, probably because the family members knew that Lin Zhenhai was back.

Looking at the rows of street lights outside the window, Chen Fangrui also felt a little homesick. She was living in a stranger's house in a strange place, and she didn't know how the situation in Singapore was going.

No longer sleepy, she rested her chin on the pillow in a daze, tears kept flowing from her eyes, and drew patterns on the pillow round and round.

Almost early in the morning, Chen Fangrui was disturbed by the gunshots outside and couldn't bear it anymore. She pressed her head with a pillow and could still hear it when she covered her face with a quilt.