Chapter 3: Manslaughter

So the two of them lived together logically. until now--
Know his identity! Makes her want a frustrated identity!
Did he already know her identity, so he deliberately approached her and lurked beside her? She was used by him? !!
As a qualified agent, confidentiality is the most basic common sense, and even the closest people cannot let them know. When did he reveal his identity and identity?
She took a small, icy pistol in her lower pocket and took a breath.
None of this matters, what's important is that she must kill him today! Give an account of the brother who died. She slowly walked into the elevator ...
"Baby, are you back?" As soon as he entered the room, He Xiangwan gave her a big hug as usual. Half-circling her waist and walking inward.
The familiar embrace and the scent of the shower gel on his body gave her a moment of sorrow, and the fingertips holding the trigger were slightly loose.
"What day is it? Why did you make so many dishes?" There are more than a dozen dishes on the table, which Luo Qingyu usually likes to eat.
"Baby, close your eyes." He Xiangwan turned her head slightly and licked her ear beads, her breath whipping in her ears.
"What?" Luo Qingyu's heart sank. Today's He Xiangwan seems to be a bit abnormal and domineering ...
Is he going to do something to her?
"Good, obedient, close your eyes." He Xiangwan smiled.
Luo Qingyu closed her eyes, and her hand in her pocket snapped the trigger again, and there was sweat in her palm ...
There was a sudden flash of darkness, as if he had turned off the light. Luo Qingyu had a stiff spine and was about to subconsciously pull the trigger. The lights turned on again.
"Okay, baby, open your eyes." His nice voice sounded in his ear.
Luo Qingyu opened her eyes and froze.
There was a row of small red candles on the table, and the swaying candlelight reflected the red wine in the glass slightly.
candlelight dinner?
Luo Qingyu's heart shook slightly and smiled: "What day are you so romantic?"
"Guess?" He Xiangwan leaned close to her, her dark eyes gazing at her in the candlelight.
Luo Qingyu shook his head very simply: "I can't guess." Today is not a holiday at all, nor is it each other's birthday ...
He Xiangwan's eyes flashed a loss, and he sighed lightly, "Fool, today is our 100-day anniversary, shouldn't we celebrate it?"
Luo Qingyu smiled dryly. If she didn't know his identity, she would be moved by his romance. Now-there is no sense in her heart.
"Baby, give it to you." He Xiangwan didn't know where to turn out a bunch of flowers and hand them over.
Luo Qingyu Hitomi shrinks sharply, Peony! The big red peony is rich and warm like a fire.
"Why--send this?" Shouldn't flowers be sent roses between lovers? Why did he send her peony? What does it imply?
Luo Qingyu's heart sank. Gently glanced at his whole body. My eyes shrank again!
Today he was wearing a formal, thoughtful suit and tie, and Swen Junxiu's face was hidden in the half-light and half-dark light, which meant a laziness.
Luo Qingyu's eyes flashed across his left trouser pocket. There seems to be something hidden there, bulging ...
Hidden there-a gun? !!
He usually wears home clothes, and the first time she saw him at home he was so formal! Luo Qingyu glanced down at the peony bouquet in his hand. He was weird today! Does he also want to do something with her today?