The female president's mad dragon bodyguard

The more nervous and panicked he became, the more his hands trembled uncontrollably, and he even felt that he didn't have the strength to reach out and touch the knife.

"Boom!"

A burst of thunder fell along with the sound of rain. Han Song was so frightened that his hand shook, and the knife he just held in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Han Song was horrified and wanted to pick up the knife, but he was afraid that even a small movement would kill him.

After all, it was already midnight, and there were not many people in the villa. He couldn't think of anyone else who could be out at this time.

Han Song hesitated like this while maintaining the posture of wanting to pick up the knife while trying to listen to the movement at the door.

"hiss……"

There was another sound of something dragging on the floor. It didn't sound clear, but Han Song felt that the slight sound was like a poisonous snake crawling into the room, which made his hair stand on end and made his hair stand on end.

But if you listen carefully, it sounds like the voice is getting farther and farther away from him.

When he came back to his senses, his forehead and palms were already covered with cold sweat.

He glanced at the closed door with lingering fear, wanting to confirm whether the person who scared him so much had really left, but he didn't dare to open the door.

I could only tiptoe out of bed, carefully pick up the knife, and walk to the door to listen to what was going on outside.

At this time, the outside was quiet again, as if the sounds just now were just his auditory hallucinations.

Han Song's hand that was tightly holding the handle of the knife finally relaxed a little. He didn't even know how he would resist if the person outside really came in and wanted to kill him.

However, this joy did not last long, because he heard an inaudible "click", which was the sound of the door lock turning. It was this sound that made him feel cold all over.

Because there was only one room where he could hear the sound of unlocking, and that was Zhao Yang's room.

Why was he going to Zhao Yang's room at this time? Could it be that his frame-up was successful?

Han Song felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

He held his breath and pressed his ear tightly against the door to listen to what was going on outside.

To his disappointment, there was no movement outside. After that small sound, there was no other sound.

Han Song thought about it but still thought he had guessed wrong. He sat on the bed and shook his head, preparing to lie down.

Outside the door, the black shadow passed by his door. He suddenly raised his head as if he felt something. Then, he slowly picked up the things in his hands and left.

Early the next morning, the servant who cooked almost turned the kitchen upside down. She looked everywhere for something, but found nothing.

Seeing that it was almost time to eat, the housekeeper walked into the kitchen anxiously and yelled at the maid about what she was looking for. It was almost time to eat, so why wasn't it ready yet?

The maid also said helplessly that the kitchen knife in the kitchen was nowhere to be found, and she couldn't do anything even if she wanted to cut vegetables for cooking.

"Nonsense, who can touch your kitchen knife?"

The housekeeper rolled his eyes and wanted to continue to accuse, but he came back to his senses as if he had thought of something, and his lips trembled twice in disbelief.

"you……"

His expression looked extremely strange, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He could only rack his brains to think of a solution.

Before Li Jiyun came down from upstairs, the takeout was finally delivered.

He frowned and glanced at the takeout on the table, and asked the housekeeper coldly why he didn't cook this morning.

The housekeeper wanted to bury his head in the ground.

"Sir, there was something wrong in the kitchen this morning. I have sent someone to solve it."

Li Jiyun calmly picked up the chopsticks, and the housekeeper looked towards the stairs while talking.

Han Song saw such a scene when he came down.

He thought something had happened, neither Zhao Yang nor Tie Yi came down.

There was a dazzling array of takeaways on the dining table, which made Han Song even more confused.

The nanny and maid make breakfast in the kitchen almost every morning. Why did they order a table of takeaways today?

But before Han Song had time to wonder, there was already a sound of footsteps on the stairs, following closely behind him.

Hearing the shaking sound, he subconsciously looked back.

Tie Yi was still wearing all black, his hair was messy, and he walked down expressionlessly.

When passing by Han Song, he seemed to pause for a moment, and then walked forward again, as if the pause just now was just Han Song's own illusion.

"Where's Zhao Yang?"

Li Jiyun raised his head and glanced at the empty chair beside him and frowned. The housekeeper knew that Li Jiyun didn't like people who broke the rules, so he volunteered to go up and call him.

"I guess I went to bed too late last night, so I didn't get up now. Sir, you eat first, and I'll call him right away."

The housekeeper had just made Li Jiyun unhappy, and at this moment, he was naturally in urgent need of an opportunity to redeem himself and make meritorious deeds.

Seeing him going upstairs quickly, Tie Yi lowered his eyes calmly.

The door to Zhao Yang's room was closed, but not locked.

The housekeeper didn't think much, just knocked on the door a few times and poked his head inside.

There was nothing different inside the room.

Zhao Yang pointed his head in the direction of the window, as if he was sleeping.

He was a carefree man, and there were piles of messy clothes on the floor. The housekeeper looked over the clothes and planned to wake him up himself.

"Zhao Yang, get up and eat. After a while, your husband will get really angry."

The housekeeper's persistent calling was thought to wake him up, but the man on the bed made no movement at all, as if he was sleeping deeply.

The housekeeper frowned and pushed him twice, but the man who should have woken up still didn't respond.

Thinking that Li Jiyun had been waiting below for a long time, the housekeeper gritted his teeth and pulled Zhao Yang's ears hard, hoping that he would wake up quickly and follow him down. With such force, no one would continue to sleep.

Zhao Yang's eyes were still tightly closed. He didn't look like he was sleeping, but rather like he had passed out.

At this moment, the housekeeper finally realized that something was wrong. He pushed the man on the bed twice more and hurriedly tried to lift him up from the bed to see what was wrong with him.

"Zhao Yang, wake up, don't scare me."

The butler's voice trembled as he tried to wake him up, but to no avail.

"Oh, something big happened!"

He struggled to lean the whole body of the man in front of him against the head of the bed, but found that Zhao Yang's body was now stiff. It was obvious that he had been dead for a long time.

The housekeeper took a step back in fright, unable to believe what he saw.

"How could a good person die like this?"