Xia Wanxin paused and walked over to pick it up. The wallet was used very old and there was not much money inside, but there was a very old photo in the mezzanine. The photo shows a woman holding a child. The child's tender pupils were looking timidly in the mirror. The woman looked at him sideways, her eyes were warm and loving, and her mouth was smiling.

"Your wallet has dropped." Xia Wanxin shouted to the man in front of him.

But the man seemed to be unable to hear it at all, and his pace became faster and faster. He turned into a street intersection and came out with a bag in his hand, which contained a few bottles of wine.

Before Xia Wanxin could catch up with him, he had already gone forward again.

Xia Wanxin frowned, wearing high heels, and was not used to yelling on the street, so she unconsciously followed him for a while.

Before I knew it, I arrived at another street in the city village.

The ground here is humid, and the air is mixed with abnormal smell. Most houses are short and old, and some are in danger. They have big green trash cans on the roadside. The garbage does not stay where they should be, but is scattered around, and various soup and wastewater are mixed together to form a muddy picture.

Xia Wanxin watched the young man turn into the house where the words "demolition" were written, and she paused slightly, and she stepped forward a few steps and was about to knock on the door.

He suddenly walked out of his back and said in a sinister way: "Why follow me?"

Even in broad daylight, such a sudden sentence made people feel shocked. Although Xia Wan had no reaction on her face, she was complaining in her heart.

She was speechless and handed over the wallet in her hand, saying angrily: "Your stuff has dropped."

The man lowered his head, his face covered most of the brim of his hat, and he vaguely saw a blue gray area, his face pale, like a vampire who could not see the light.

He quickly took his wallet, with only one word in his mouth: "Get out."

Xia Wanxin gritted her teeth.

Is this person sick?

I didn't want to say much, and I was about to leave.

A black Maybach was just around the corner and stopped in front of the shabby bungalow, with an unknown water stain on the tires.

The license plate number is very familiar, and the people who come down are also very familiar. Xu Tezhu, who has practiced his joys and anger, is so wise that he can't stop being surprised: "Mr. Xiao Xia?"

Xia Wanxin didn't expect to meet him in such a place.

Then the person sitting in the back seat must be Bo Qingyun.

Xu Chuan had already gone to the back seat to drive.

When the man holding the wallet saw them, he bit his teeth and cursed: "Is he noisy?"

Then he opened the door and entered the house, and soon came out. While Bo Qingjun walked out, he stood at the door with a bucket of paint: "Are you guys going to get out? Is it okay to splash now? Do you believe it?"

His eyes showed ferociousness, like a wolf cub protecting food, illuminating his sharp fangs.

Unfortunately, he was not facing a little rabbit, but a hunter.

Bo Qingyun is wearing a high-end suit, not the same one in the morning. She has wide shoulders and narrow waists, her shirt is rigorously buckled to the top, and her tie is a model.

His face was handsome and unparalleled in the light, just like God's most satisfying masterpiece, his eyes were extremely cold, and he ignored the man holding the paint bucket without any emotion.

He did not dodge at all, and his voice was also as plain as water: "Why haven't you done it yet? I have a reason to send you in, and it will naturally be convenient to do other things."
Chapter completed!