Jasmin stared at her questioningly: "Miss Zhen, you speak Chinese and your name is also Chinese. But your appearance and outline are much more obvious than those of Orientals. I guess, your identity is fake and your name is fake. You shouldn't be from Europe."

Zhen Ai listened, her face was so calm that it was not leaking.

But when Jasmine suddenly had a whim: "You are a spy!"

Zhen Ai:

She said lightly: "Your imagination is so rich."

"S.a. won't kill people. You are harming him, right? Why do you want to harm him?"

Jasmin was completely confused. She didn't know if her speculation was based. But her anger had nowhere to vent. She had to find out the suspicious points of Zhen Ai and had to stop them from being together.

She didn't care whether her suspicion was justified or not. However, she guessed something right inadvertently.

Zhen Ai didn't know what she was thinking, so she looked at her strangely before explaining normally: "I won't harm him."

"Do you know? Because the case is serious, the police are worried about imitating the crime and do not make the case public. However, the family of the deceased has lost patience and has sought the media to put pressure on the police. Now newspapers are calling this killer "sexual abuse and pervert" and scolding the police for being powerless. We should be glad that there is still the right to ** in this country.

In order to protect the suspect, the police did not disclose to the media that Yan Su was their suspect. Otherwise, he would be done."

"But day after day, more and more people know that Yan Su is the object of suspicion. Now I have heard of it. Who knows if anyone in the police will reveal this information to the media?"

Jasmine became more and more aggressive as she spoke.

"Do you feel sorry for s.a.yan's name is involved with sexual abuse and perverts who rape, kill women and abuse girls?"

Zhen Ai's face turned pale. She had expected that the situation would become more and more serious, but she just wanted to be an ostrich.

Do you feel distressed?

Of course she felt sorry for him. He was the special consultant of FBI and Cia. He studied so simply for so many years and lived with integrity. He was so persistent and hardworking, so quiet and silent, and he maintained the fairness and justice in his heart without competing or showing off.

No one knows it, and he doesn't think it's okay.

Everything he did was unknown, but the "wrong" he made would make him famous and notorious.

Everyone will not know how much he has paid, nor will he know how serious, simple and decent man he is, but will confuse him with those disgusting perverts in history, such as the British butcher Sam's son, the twelve-decent killer.

How could she not feel distressed?

However, although she secretly knew that all this was related to her, she still chose to believe in him, believe that he has the ability to overcome difficulties and get rid of the obstacles between them.

She believed in him, without doubt.

Zhen Ai looked at her calmly: "What does what you said have to do with me? I am not a spy you think of. I will spend his luck and bad luck with him. Similarly, he will treat me like this."

"You" Jasmin felt it was incredible. The confidence from this woman said such words.

But this sentence dismantled her grand sound to pieces.

She also knew that her mind was hot, and she didn't know that everything Yan Su encountered was indeed related to Zhen Ai. She just thought that Zhen Ai might be fragile inside, and she would be scared if she was scared.

But she didn't expect that in front of Zhen Ai, she exposed her unreasonable attitude. She was so angry that she was so angry that she was quarreling with a child: "Zhen Ai, you are a bad guy, and anyone who meets you is unlucky. He has lived for almost 24 years and has always had accidents when he meets you. He is constantly seriously injured and is suspected! It's all you unlucky guy."

The more she said, the less she could not control her eyes, and her eyes were so fierce that they were almost glaring out, "Why are you always alone? Where are your friends? Where are your family? Could it be that they are all dead?" She saw Zhen Ai's face pale, and she knew that she had guessed correctly, and she became even more arrogant.

"The roommate you lived with was dead, everyone you met in the bank was dead, and everyone you lived on Silverland Island with was dead. Your family was dead, right? Ha, do you know? You are the kind of slut that Chinese people say, born to kill the people around you! If you marry S.a., you will kill him too. No, now he will be killed by you!"

Zhen Ai's face was pale and she looked at her in astonishment.

She had little contact with people and had never encountered such a violent malice in her life. She didn't understand very well, and was very confused. She turned her mind around what Jasmin said, shook her head, and said seriously:

"S.a. He doesn't care, he said, he just wants to be with me."

After saying that, he added blankly, "You said I am a bad guy. These words have no scientific basis and are illogical. I think no matter what you say, I will be happy with him."

Jasmin almost pissed her off. Why is this person not eating soft and hard, and not getting into oil and salt? I don’t know how she is nervous, and she always speaks on the same channel.

She was going crazy: "How can you say such things? Why are you so selfish?"

Zhen Ai put his hand behind her back, silently pulled his fingers, paused for a second, and said frankly: "I am selfish." Finally, she disagreed, "I am not like s.a. I am not noble at all. Moreover, he also knows what I am."

The last sentence brought a pride that she hadn't even realized.

Whether she is a lucky star or a bad guy, he doesn't mind, he likes it.

She knew this very clearly and proudly.

Jasmine was jealous, but she refused to let him go: "He will abandon you, and you will not be happy. I know s.a. too much. A man like him, without a woman worthy of him, his heart will always be his own. His love for you will not last long before his family's books."

Zhen Ai replied: "You don't know him."

"You!" Jasmin only felt that every time she talked to her, she would make herself angry, so she glared at her for a few seconds, turned around and went downstairs angrily.

Now let's go?

Zhen Ai watched her leave in surprise and walked back to the room slowly.

After entering, she closed the door, held the door handle, and suddenly stopped. She stared at the void and did not move. She was actually very clear about the current situation, but she was very worried.

She lowered her head deeply, curled her lips, and was a little sad, and she was almost willful to herself, her voice as small as a mosquito: "I don't care, I'll be with him."

At this time, the door handle in his hand suddenly turned down.

Zhen Ai was shocked. It seemed that there was something in response there. She slowed down her movements and gently pushed open. She adjusted her emotions instantly. The next second, Yan Su's picturesque eyebrows and eyes entered his sight. He looked at her with a gentleness that was only for her. He naturally asked him: "Open the door for me?"

"Yes." She smiled cleverly and held his hand, "Asu, I heard Erica talk a lot about you when you were a child, so cute."

"Is that?" he glanced at her with thought, "I don't want our children to have childhoods like mine in the future."

Zhen Ai was not ashamed, but her heart hurt. She hugged his arm tighter, drew circles on the back of his hand, and acted coquettishly: "But Asu, I think you are very good now."

Yan Su was silent for a while and seriously reflected on himself: "I am too withdrawn."

Zhen Ai stressfully wanted to comfort him, and said against his will: "Where is it? You are withdrawn, you are not withdrawn at all."

Yan Su nodded, as if he had gained recognition, and turned back to a look of ignorance: "Actually, I don't think I'm withdrawn, but everyone says that."

Zhen Ai: Well, actually, you are really withdrawn.

It was this speechless look that Yan Su laughed at her: "Oh, have you lied?"

Zhen Ai: At this time, I still have the mood to set up a trap for her

He accidentally hugged her waist and said slowly with gentle longing: "ai, when we have children in the future, I think he will have a warm and loving parents, he will grow up healthily and happily, and he will live a happy life."

Zhen Ai was moved and sighed, and asked, "Asu, do you feel regretful about childhood?"

He shook his head and was very calm: "That's not. After all, good or bad have its meaning, and they are reasonable and precious records in the journey of life."

That's why he always remained calm and was not surprised by favors and disgraces?

Zhen Ai was deeply shocked, and suddenly remembered that when he was a child, he went to church to sing poems. There was a sentence in the Bible that could not be said correctly.

"He is like a tree standing next to the stream, bearing fruits in season, and his leaves do not dry."

It will be natural, as the seasons change and time and space change, do what he should do according to the seasons of life. Don’t be confused, don’t be confused, and always be calm and calm.

It sounds so simple, but it is so difficult to do.

She smiled and nodded: "Okay, just like you said. From now on, our children will have a very happy home. Let's go together."

He was very satisfied with her approval and lowered his head to print a kiss on her forehead.

After kissing, he suddenly remembered something, moved his arm to her buttocks, picked her up and placed it on the long marble table. Zhen Ai suddenly flew into the air and was startled: "What are you doing?"

"Check if you are injured." He lifted her skirt to his waist without saying a word, and pulled down the pants inside very skillfully.

A series of actions, only 5 seconds.

Zhen Ai stopped him anxiously and ashamedly: "Don't make trouble."

As he finished speaking, Yan Su had already spread her legs apart and looked at her. Qingjun's face was still frowning and pondering.

Zhen Ai was so anxious that he wanted to break free, but he suddenly stood up and thoughtful.

She breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he was about to give up, but he said to himself, "The light is too dark." After that, he picked her up and put her on the bed.

Zhen Ai almost went crazy. She was so intact that she was wearing a naked body, with her legs wide open to face him who was dressed neatly, and she would be embarrassed to death.

Her cheeks were hot, she twisted her body desperately, and she whispered in discoital: "I'm fine, don't look anymore. Tell you not to look anymore."

"Don't move!" He ordered seriously and held her legs with both hands.

It was pink, a little red and swollen, but there was no trauma. The long finger was stretched out and the slippery skin was spread. The outer layer of membrane had fresh rupture scars, and there were no injuries in other places.

He didn't know what he was thinking, so he leaned over and blew gently.

The cool and numb feeling below reached the top of his heart. Zhen Ai was startled, conditioned reflexively closed her legs, jumped up from the bed, glaring at him with a bloody face: "What are you doing?"

Yan Su raised his head from between her legs, his eyes clear and sincere: "I'm afraid you will hurt you, so I'll give you a hug."

Zhen Ai was stunned and surprised. She didn't know if she was angry or funny, and asked, "What did you learn from me?"

"I told you that I am a genius." He answered calmly, but with his usual arrogance.

Zhen Ai laughed out loud.

Yesterday, she was thrown into the clouds by him and fell softly into his arms. Her temples were wet and her face was red and moaned on his chest: "Asu, did you know about those just now?"

His voice was dry, but he was still so proud: "I told you that I am a genius."

Looking back on everything that happened in the past few days, proposing, making, doing, doing, doing, and doing, and making, and having, like dreaming. No one has taught him, he is such a genius.
To be continued...