Chapter 457： not beaten to death

Aware of Wu Ciwei's absent-mindedness and anxiety, Qin Yunsheng made a good cup of Biluochun and put the cup in front of her.

He wore black glasses, with undisguised concern in his eyes, "You didn't sleep well last night, drink tea to refresh yourself."

"okay."

Wu Ci took a sip of tea, and some distant memories emerged in his mind.

In the past, my husband's tea-making skills were not so good, but because she liked tea too much, he went to learn the craft of tea-making specially.

The rich tea aroma diffused in the mouth, and I couldn't help but drink two more sips.

Everyone sat and chatted in the living room, the atmosphere was harmonious and peaceful, and the ferocious dark tide surging under the surface was completely invisible.

Yan Zhixu got up, with a small smile on the corner of his mouth, "Mrs. Qin, can you please show me the way? I want to go to the bathroom."

"of course can."

Wu Ci smiled back slightly, stood up and led the person towards the bathroom on the first floor.

Ji Zhou knew that Master Xu was about to take action, worried that Qin Yunsheng would sabotage the plan invisibly, and kept asking him questions about tea art, stifling his steps.

in the bathroom.

When the two entered, Yan Zhixu quickly locked the door with his backhand.

Her body was leaning against the door, her left leg swaying lazily over her right.

In the small space, there is no need to hide the ruffian around him, and the aura is fully open, like the ignorant prodigal son on the street.

Wu Ciwei felt inexplicably nervous, "Miss Yan, do you need any help? If not, I'll go out first."

There was no flustered look on his face, and he still asked questions in a calm and orderly manner, and played well the host's hospitality.

Yan Zhixu had a panoramic view of the other party's performance, and moved his right hand slightly.

Her brows were wrapped in wild arrogance, and her voice was low with a faint smile, "Mrs. Qin, what should I call you better?"

Panic flashed in Wu Ciwei's eyes, and after a few seconds, she pretended to be calm, and couldn't quite understand the sentence, "Of course it's Mrs. Qin."

He lowered his head slightly to avoid the sharp gaze of the other party, tension and worry surged in his heart, and his already haggard complexion became even paler.

Seeing that the other party refused to accept the account, Yan Zhixu's face did not show impatience or anger.

"Lin Wan, no, to be precise, it should be Lin Wan's body and Wu Ciwei's soul."

"This kind of thing is called 'borrowing the corpse' in many classics. I don't know if Mrs. Qin has heard of it."

A calm voice sounded in the bathroom.

Wu Ciwei was struck by lightning in an instant, and the perfect mask that he tried to cover was torn apart. He raised his head in horror, and panic appeared in his eyes.

"you……"

How could she see that she was not Lin Wan?

They haven't known each other for a long time, and even if there are loopholes in the performance of some details, it is absolutely impossible to produce such absurd and shocking speculation.

The only explanation is that Miss Yan is a member of Xuanmen and can clearly see the soul in the body.

"me……"

Wu Ciwei's back was cold and sweaty.

He closed his eyes, and after a long time, he seemed to have made up his mind to open his eyes.

Sighed, "Yes, I'm Wu Ciwei."

It was Wu Ciwei, who should have died six years ago, but for some reason he stayed in the world, unconscious and fell into a deep sleep.

"Not dying, not bad."

Yan Zhixu picked up the scattered hair and pinned it behind his ear. Seeing the other party's resolute admission, the sharpness in his eyes weakened a bit.