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  Xia Zhu felt too exhausted and a bit dizzy, or maybe it was the discomfort of being suddenly broken out of habit.

  It seems like I've gotten used to spending every day with Lin Yuanxi. He's aloof, but not unapproachable, and when he's in a good mood, he'll even crack a small joke or two, managing to convey a hint of humor even when his face remains expressionless.

  More often than not, Xia Zhu would fall asleep while he was driving, and she wouldn't even have the chance to glance at his profile, let alone determine whether it was aloof or calm.

  But at this moment, the days of squeezing on the subway alone to go home are not suitable.

  The only difference is that he returned home.

  At the gate of the villa area, Xia Zhu was stunned and looked at the only one who was out of tune with the surroundings.

  In the chilly deep autumn, he was wearing a thin white shirt and a ridiculous knitted hat on his head, standing there watching the not-so-many cars on the road.

  It's as if I'm observing, yet it's also like being in a daze.

  Summer bamboo frowns, and she just feels like telling her that this is not usual.

  The villa area rarely had outsiders strolling around, as it was too obvious, and the security guards would come out to take a look. But this man seemed to be familiar with the place, standing up straight, his eyes like an eagle's, suddenly looking at Xia Zhu.

  This time, Xia Zhu felt a chill all over her body because she suddenly saw clearly the man's appearance.

  Seat belt.

  Men always look as if they have never been changed by time, even a little bit.

  At this moment, his smiling face still looks spotlessly clean.

  Xia Zhu stared at him for a while, then walked in with big strides and said something to the security guard. The security guard came out with a half-believing expression, only to see Xi Bao already sitting inside the car.

  In the last moment, Xia Zhu saw his lip shape clearly, he was saying a sentence in English, but it was inexplicably familiar: "I'm back."

  I'm back.

  Before the car started, he stretched out his hand and lightly kissed his lips, waving gently at Xia Zhu.

  Such a comical and flirtatious move, yet it somehow suits Xi Ze perfectly.

  Xia Zhu looked on with a chill, but couldn't help thinking of Lin Yuan again. What had he gone through all those years under the same roof as Xi Bao?

  Xia Zhuo furrowed her brow and thanked He Bao'an before walking alone towards Lin Yuan's villa.

  Xie Bai didn't come in, not just because the villa district's security was top-notch, but more likely because he knew that Lin Yuanbo's house had an extremely powerful surveillance system. Lin Yuanbo's vigilance made it possible for very few people to approach his villa without being detected, and it was precisely because of this that Xia Zhuo was able to walk in with ease.

  However, when Xia Zhu saw the door of the vacant villa next door suddenly open, she was still startled. Lin Qingzhi stood on the steps, and the backlight made his expression somewhat indistinguishable, but Xia Zhu could sense that he was smiling, a different smile from before, with three points of vigilance and seven points of promise: "Xia Zhu, what a coincidence."

  Xia Zhuo's hand opening the door hesitated for a moment, then sped up in silence. She opened the door with one hand and dialed Lin Yuanbao's number with the other hand in her pocket.

  Lin Qingzhi had already walked over, his legs still agile, without a hint of an old man's hobble: "Do you live here?"

  "Teacher Lin," Xia Zhuo couldn't avoid it anymore, so she turned her head to look at him. She forced a calm smile and said: "I came back to get something, hmm, I think I might have left it in the car outside, now I should go back."

  "No..." Lin Qingzhi smiled faintly, looking at Xia Zhu as she slowly shook her head, but her eyes were filled with anxiety: "Yuan Qi is not at the door, you still want to go in and get something."

  Xia Zhu had always thought that after being a student of Professor Lin Qing for so long, she should be familiar with his every word and action, but it wasn't until now that she realized this wasn't actually the case.

  She couldn't see through Lin Qing's expression, as if she was struggling to decide whether or not to believe this anxious and contradictory old man.

  Unfortunately, there was no time for that, because in the next second, a person suddenly appeared behind Lin Qingzhi. Lin Qingzhi abruptly turned his head around and swung his habitual cane heavily towards the person's waist, shouting: "Quickly go inside and call the police!"

  Xia Zhu was startled, and before he could react, Lin Qingyi had already pushed him inside. The old man seemed to have suddenly burst out with endless strength, fiercely brandishing the cane in his hand towards the thug, while pushing Xia Zhu's door open with one hand.

  Xia Zhu was pushed to the back of the door and looked around. Her tears were almost squeezed out, but it was too late for regrets.

  It was only at that moment that she suddenly understood Lin Qingzhi's meaning, he was warning her, his expression and the movement of his hands were completely different, but Xia Zhu was hesitant at that time.

  She stood behind the door, searching around in a daze for a moment, and finally picked up the good-looking vase that Lin Yuan had placed earlier. Xia Zhu was holding the vase, ready to rush out, but outside the door was already quiet.

  Xia Zhu looked through the peephole and saw only Lin Qingzhi lying on the ground outside, unable to tell if he was alive or dead.

  She had seen so many people die, but it was her first time facing her familiar benefactor lying on the ground, protecting herself with an uncertain life or death.

  Xia Zhuang suddenly pushed open the door, bent down to look at Lin Qingzhi who was lying down, stretched out his hand to feel his breath, which was weak to the point of almost imperceptible.

  "Teacher... teacher?" Xia Zhu suppressed the tears that almost burst out, frantically dialing 120 on her phone. Only at this moment did she remember that just now, when she was most anxious, she seemed to have gotten through to Lin Yuan's phone.

  The phone remained connected, and Xia Zhuang brought the receiver closer to her ear, hearing Lin Yuanbo saying something on the other end.

  She couldn't hear clearly, her ears were almost buzzing.

  Although she had learned many ways to remain calm in psychology, after all, she couldn't overcome the bad habits that had been ingrained in her since childhood. When facing the most terrifying crisis, she would temporarily lose her hearing. Professor Lin Qingzhi had said before that this was a psychological effect.

  Before she knew it, she was about to hang up Lin Yuan's phone and call 120 when she looked up and saw that the man and the ambulance had already arrived.

  "Don't be afraid, I've called 120," Lin Yuanxu said after a moment of silence, gently stroking her hair with his hand. Looking at Xia Zhu's dazed eyes, he suddenly felt apologetic, "Sorry."

  Xia Zhu finally found her breath back, she lifted her head to look at Lin Yuanke, and after a long time slowly said: "No... thank you."

  It's as if there was no progress at all, at such a critical moment, she only tightly grasped the **** in her hand, as if it was the only reliance, and even breathing couldn't be controlled, let alone the buzzing sound that suddenly appeared by her ear.

  Lin Yuanxi could only gently remove her fingers one by one, throwing aside the once treasured ****, and then wrapped Xia Zhu's fingers in his palm, dryly comforting: "Teacher Lin will be fine."

  "Hmm," Xia Zhu's breathing was as light as a whisper: "I know."

  I just mentioned something about covering my face in the past...

  One by one, happy and sweet! (~ ^ o ^) / ~ Happy Double Seventh Festival ~

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