When the words fell, he got up abruptly, reaching out to remove the human skin mask from her face.

Ying Yi noticed it, and she took a half step back vigilantly, holding his hand with her backhand, and coldly said, "Do you want to attack me?"

"Just kidding." Di Xiao narrowed his black eyes, "It's just that I want to know the true identity of Miss Yingyi."

Ying Yi was taken aback, turning his head away, "I said, I don't know what human skin mask you are talking about."

"Really?" The man's thin lips twitched lightly. "Then stretch out your head."

Ying Yi licked his lips, not listening to him.

After a while, she turned her head and asked with a smile, "Mr. Di Xiao knows that human skin mask so well, is it true that your face is also fake."

Suddenly, the man's eyes stayed in the air, and the blood in his whole body instantly solidified.

Silence means acquiescence.

Not speaking means guilty conscience.

Sure enough.

Ying Yi raised his eyebrows, stood up and rushed towards the man.

She sat on him and grabbed his arm with her backhand.

Because this posture was too ambiguous, the man's eyes were a little unhappy, and he said coldly, "Get off."

Ying Yiying listened, and was about to touch his cheek to tear off the human skin mask.

But even if he was injured, the strength of men and women was very different.

Yingyi's hand never touched his face.

An unstable, she was pressed by the man instead.

"Go down." Ying Yi was not unaccustomed to this squeezed posture.

Di Xiao curled his lips, his eyes were bloodthirsty and fearless.

Without even thinking about it, she tore directly at the place where her human skin mask fell off.

With a "tear", the human skin mask fell off instantly.

Yingyi reflexively put her face away.

Di Xiao looked at the human skin mask in his hand and said with a faint smile, "Didn't Miss Yingyi say that I don't know what a human skin mask is?"

"Then what is this in my hand?"

As he said, he looked down at the woman under him.

But when he looked down and saw the woman's true face, his pupils shrank slightly.

This profile...

This profiled face was actually the same as the Momo he was worried about day and night.

The man suddenly froze.

Momo's delicate and flawless side face appeared in front of him brightly at this moment.

"I've seen enough..." Yingichi was just about to speak.

She wants to ask him if he has seen enough, and if he has seen enough, please let her go.

However, her "yes" word still didn't fall to the ground, and he suddenly interrupted her, "Momo."

Qiao Yimo's body suddenly stiffened.

how come?

How could Di Xiao recognize her?

Momo?

How could Di Xiao call her Momo?

In her cognition, only Leng Tiong had called her that.

"How do you know me? Do you still know my nickname?"

The woman's clear and indifferent voice was completely different from Yingyi just now.

Di Xiao pursed his lips, and without speaking, he opened his arms and embraced her tightly.

He has great strength, the illusion of wanting to merge with her.

"Momo, Momo, Momo..." The man's low voice slowly reached Qiao Yimo's ear.

Qiao Yimo was stunned.

The whole body was stiff, as if the blood was blocked.

Immediately after that, the brain went blank and completely lost the ability to think.

Di Xiao's voice and tone were exactly the same as the man she thought about day and night.

Her brain suddenly remembered that Leng Tiong was also on a business trip today, and suddenly left a text message without a trace.

Today, Emperor Xiao also appeared here.

Emperor Xiao can still live with military neurotoxins, which means that the virus in his body is more toxic than neurotoxins.

And Leng Tiong has tasted more than ten kinds of poisons in the world...

Before, she had always thought that Leng Tiong was also investigating Emperor Xiao of the Hawk Empire, but it was actually wrong.

Because Lengjuan is Emperor Xiao, and Dixiao is Lengjuan.

The office in the basement was where Di Xiao handled affairs.

Qiao Yimo's whole body was stiff in place, and his mind was in confusion.

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