When Yan Shiqi and his man left seven, it was nearly eight o'clock.
The whole water town is immersed in a yellow and humid mood.
Under the bridge, there are several solitary lights in the water, showing a golden glow on the water.
Inkstone when seven holding his hand, stepping on the stone road, the surrounding is very quiet, can only hear the same rhythm of footsteps.
Stores everywhere have blocked the gate. In the deep lane on the way back, they are the only ones in the light beam.
The man's pace is slightly slow. He looks at the endless Lane in front of him. He holds inkstone Shiqi in his arms and rubs her shoulder. "Is it cold?"
She raised her chin, turned her head, ran into the bottom of the man's eyes, subconsciously close to him, with a smile, "not cold."
It's not cold when you're there.
The man looks at her pretty face, the Adam's apple is sliding, the next second brings the person into the depth of his arms, hanging his head and grabbing her lips.
In this dark and silent alley, there are grey wall and tile houses on both sides. They stand in the middle and kiss each other. The picture is not like the world.
He kisses deeply and she responds wholeheartedly.
Suddenly from the direction of the alley came a disorderly noisy footsteps, accompanied by a few low shouts.
The man instantly let go and buttoned her cheek in his arms. His dark cold eyes turned to one side, and his handsome outline was stained with frost.
"Four little!"
At this time, Mu Yi and another bodyguard drag a person to appear from the direction of the alley. They have been accompanying to protect them not far away, and they happen to find something unusual.
"What's the matter?" The man's voice is very low, and his eyes are sharp as a blade. When he holds the inkstone, Qi protects her carefully.
Mu Yi is holding an SLR camera in one hand, and the other hand pulls down the man with swollen eyelids but constantly flashing cunning light, and respectfully nods: "he's taking a candid picture."
For a moment, the man's eyes become dangerous and frightening, rolling a sharp hit on the man.
He was muzzled by Mu Yi and his bodyguard, and his movements were blocked. He could only smile: "I, I just saw that she was a star, so I took it."
This explanation sounds common and credible.
But the man's cold and stern look did not soften at all. It was Mu Yi who shook his head at him.
It's not just a snap!
Man has never let go of inkstone, his eyes deep like the sea, floating Zhanzhan cold color, thin lips slightly open, "check."
"Yes."
In the twinkling of an eye, Mu Yi and the bodyguard pulled the short man to the side of the road.
In places like Jiangnan, there are few people in the water town in the middle of the night. The man looks ugly, but there are too many impurities in his eyes, and he looks very cunning.
Mu Yi is a trained security team leader. He will arrest people, which proves that things are not so simple.
After they left, Yan Shiqi raised her eyes from the man's arms. She looked at the direction of the shadow away, and her fingers subconsciously tightened his chest shirt, "is it a paparazzi?"
"Well." The man answered indifferently, then held her in his arms and went on along the deep lane, "don't worry, Mu Yi will deal with it."
Inkstone when seven lips angle micro motion, finally or nothing said.
Just in Jiangnan Town, will paparazzi follow her all the way?
Back at the Zhenshui Hotel, Yan Shiqi took the lead in washing, while the man sat in front of the tea table at the window, his legs overlapping, fingertips rubbing the mobile phone in his palm, his eyes far-reaching
Not long after that, Mu Yi's message came to the mobile phone. There were only three simple words