The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

After hearing Yi Yuan's soliloquy analysis, Sang Jian suddenly smiled.

Do you think that Y might be the protagonist?

One yuan and one startled.

It's possible!

In this way, Y could be considered as indirectly killing Yan Xiu.

It complies with the law of the protagonist killing the villain!

No wonder Y is hidden so deeply and no one has found out his identity yet. It turns out that the protagonist has a halo!

Squeak——

While the two were analyzing the plot, there was a sudden sound of opening a window above Sang Jian's head.

Sang Jian stopped and looked up.

The balcony window covered with ivy was forced open by someone. The wooden window was in disrepair for many years and was rickety. If it weren't for the ivy vines entangled, it would probably fall down soon.

A man who looked to be in his early twenties was standing at the window, looking outside.

He has a very delicate appearance, three-dimensional facial features, slightly curly chestnut hair, and looks like a mixed race.

A pair of light blue pupils seemed to be born with a coldness.

Yan Xiu was originally looking at the scenery outside, but his attention was attracted by Sang Jian downstairs.

The two looked at each other, and Sang Jian smiled at him.

Yan Xiu was in a daze upstairs and didn't understand why this woman was smiling at him.

Does he want to smile back at her?

Yan Xiu resisted a little in his heart. After some ideological struggle, his expressionless face still showed a smile to Sang Jian.

Sang Jian didn't care how forced his smile was. She said, The others have gone to the hotel to rest. Do you want to go?

Yan Xiu shook his head and said nothing.

Sang Jian raised an eyebrow, Then let's look for clues together?

Yan Xiu frowned, not really wanting to act with others.

He pursed his lips, looking disapproving.

But he still didn't say no.

And I hope San Jian can understand the resistance on his face.

It's a pity that Sang Jian can't understand.

She raised her legs and walked towards the small foreign building, If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your acquiescence? I'm coming up!

Yan Xiu: ...

When I saw this woman during the day today, didn't she still look like she should not be approached by strangers? Why did she become so friendly in the evening?

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Sang Jian entered the small foreign-style building. It was still dark inside, and everything could only be seen as vague shadows.

She groped her way up to the second floor. The bedroom door on the second floor was open, and Yan Xiu opened the window. The setting sun poured in from the window, illuminating the entire room.

Sang Jian walked in, and Yan Xiu was still standing by the window, looking outside.

It's just that the expression on his face is not very pretty.

Sang Jian took advantage of the setting sun to take a look at the room, which looked like a child's room.

There are dolls everywhere. It has been so long that some of them have been chewed by mice, or they have lost their original appearance due to a layer of dust.

Sang Jian did not go to Yan Xiu's side, but walked to the closet and reached out to open the closet.

Wow——

A pile of dolls rolled out of the closet.

Sang Jian quickly took two steps back and reached out to brush the ashes in front of him.

Hearing the noise, Yan Xiu looked back from the window.

I couldn't help but asked: What are you doing?

Although he is of mixed race, he speaks Chinese very well, as if he had grown up in China.

Sang Jian said calmly: I want to see who lives in this room.

It's a pity that the wardrobe is not filled with clothes, but a pile of dolls.

There are also rag dolls and dolls. All kinds of dolls are piled together, and the picture is quite shocking.