Wife Is Too Domineering: Secret Agent's Mad Wife

Chapter 135 This man is not authentic! (1)

On the outskirts of Nancheng, in the lakeside villa of Moon Bay.

Zhuye Qingye Sitong held a cigarette between his fingers, and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his arms folded, his gaze under the gold-rimmed glasses was as deep as the night.

It's already past ten o'clock, and the news from Baihu has not come yet, so there must be something wrong.

In the corner of the living room, her bodyguard was shrunk in the shadows.

Like a cheetah lurking in the grass, ready to attack at any time.

On the sofa, smoky.

Behind the light blue smoke is a charming man's face.

Sword brows and star eyes, a very clear and upright face, but because of the towering eagle hooked nose, there is a bit of sinister taste.

It was none other than Ouyang who had failed to assassinate Mo Chou before, but was hit by Murong Lin on the right wrist instead.

At this moment, Ouyang's eyes under the sword eyebrows seemed to be deep in thought.

Until now, he still couldn't figure out how Mochou knew his name.

He raised his left hand and took the cigarette from between his lips.

Ouyang slowly exhaled a puff of smoke from his lips.

"Miss Ye, are you sure that the little girl in Mo's manor is really your eldest lady, Mochou?!"

Ye Sitong turned around and walked to the sofa, doubts flashed in his eyes.

"Why did Mr. Ou suddenly ask such a question?!"

Just as Ouyang was about to speak, the phone in his pocket vibrated slightly.

He took out the phone and glanced at the number, then got up and walked out of the hall.

"Sister Ye, I always feel that this man is a little out of character!"

The bodyguard in the corner said softly.

"Humph!"

Ye Sitong snorted coldly.

"The two of us, are you afraid that he won't succeed?!"

While speaking, she gestured to the bodyguard in the corner.

The bodyguard has been with her for many years, and has already established a very tacit understanding with her. Only from that gesture, he has already understood the meaning of the master.

There were soft footsteps, but it was Ouyang who came back from the outside.

Stuffing the phone back into his pocket, he shrugged helplessly.

"There is an urgent matter in Osaka, Mr. Ito told me to go back immediately, I have to go first?!"

While speaking, he raised his hand and pinched the coat on the sofa.

"Mr. Ou, just leave like this, isn't it too heartless!"

Ye Sitong raised his right hand, and the cigarette butt in his hand drew a graceful arc in the air and landed in the Bohemian crystal ashtray.

(End of this chapter)