lost lover

Chapter 1

Standing in front of a villa by the river, Zhang Yihan saw creepers crawling on the walls on both sides of the iron gate.The breeze came slowly, swaying the thick and dark green leaves, making a frightening sound of collision and friction.

The cell phone in her pocket rang and she connected it, "Hello, Mr. Meng, I'm here to help you deliver the documents!"

"Come in!" His deep and pleasant voice sounded.

The door was opened remotely with a 'ding' sound.

Zhang Yihan looked up and saw a pair of surveillance cameras next to the gate, knowing that his every move was being firmly controlled by the other party.

Zhang Yihan took the file bag and walked in, the door was ajar.The living room was in a mess, and magazines and newspapers were scattered all over the place. She felt nervous, and had a hunch that something unusual must have happened.

Zhang Yihan turned around in the living room, "Excuse me... is there anyone?"

No one responded to her, and she climbed the stairs to the second floor.

The door of the room at the end of the corridor was still ajar. She saw a man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his back. He was wearing a white shirt on his upper body and black suit trousers on his lower body. The bright sunlight shone on his slender body, like Exuding dazzling brilliance, hanging in the blue sky outside the window.

She decided that this was Vice President Meng, and just as she raised her hand to knock on the door, she felt a cold metal sensation coming from her temple, and at the same time, a hand covered her mouth, making her whole body tense.

"To rob, to survive...don't make a sound!" He growled in her ear.

She couldn't call for help, so she deliberately dropped the document bag in her hand on the ground, making a 'snap' sound, trying to give a hint to the people in the room.

But he stood still in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and a strange thought flashed through his mind.

She had no choice but to bear the burden of humiliation and obey the orders of the hostage-taker.

When they went down the steps, the man holding her reminded her in her ear, "I let go of my hand, you are not allowed to shout, or I will shoot you and kill you."

She nodded, and the other party really let go.

When she walked down the steps and stood on the marble floor of the first floor, she stopped suddenly.

Behind her came a man's angry voice with a strong nasal voice, "Be honest, keep going."

Instead, Zhang Yihan turned half of her body to observe him. After a while, she turned around and confronted the gunman, with her arms folded in front of her chest, her chin raised, and she stared at the man indifferently.

The gunman was stunned for a moment, and aimed his gun at her head, "You are not honest, do you want me to shoot you?"

The two stood in a stalemate for about 3 minutes.

"It's time for this prank to end." Her calmness made the man with the gun finally couldn't help smiling, and retracted the gun.

He took off the heavy and stuffy helmet on his head, and put both the gun and the helmet on the coffee table in the living room. Then he reached out to Zhang Yihan and introduced, "Hello, my name is Chu Qinglang, and I'm Meng Hang's friend."

"Hi, my name is Zhang Yihan, nice to meet you, friend of Vice President Meng."

Zhang Yihan shook hands with him politely, and it was the first time she met him in such a strange way.

The two let go of their hands, and Zhang Yihan looked at the man in front of him.

He has short chestnut hair, probably because of the heavy helmet he wears. The hair on his forehead and temples is wet with sweat and sticks to his skin; his eyes are as clear and black as black pearls, and his teeth are neat and bright. She felt like she was bathing in the sun.

He couldn't help asking curiously, "You weren't afraid just now? How did you guess that I'm not a robber?"

Zhang Yihan glanced at the newspapers and magazines scattered on the ground, "These newspapers and magazines seem to be scattered, but in fact they all have certain patterns. The newspapers and magazines are all of the same type, overlapping on top of each other, and they are not scattered on the ground in disorder. If the robbers Come on, they don't have time to sort newspapers and magazines on the floor."

She looked up at the wall cabinet, "There are a lot of precious porcelain and jade products inside, even if the big and heavy ones can't be stolen, you can always get some smaller, light and valuable ones?"

Zhang Yihan withdrew her gaze and looked at Chu Qinglang again, "A few robbers would wear this real-life CS field costume when they robbed. It's stuffy and heavy, and it's somewhat inconvenient to move around. And..."

She picked up the AK47 rifle from the coffee table with both hands, "Although it is a high imitation, the weight is basically the same, but the gun has no anti-light treatment. From the time I stood under the stairs facing the muzzle of this gun, I I'm sure...the gun has not been fired, because it has no rifling. This means that this gun is a fake gun at all."

When she saw Chu Qinglang giving her a thumbs up, she was neither arrogant nor impetuous, smiled and continued, "If it was a robbery, how could Vice President Meng be unscathed, and would ignore the sound of documents falling to the ground?" If you don’t report the case to let the police catch the robbers, it won’t work... and there is no vehicle for your money to be transported outside the door, even if you robbed the entire villa, how can you take it away without a car?”

Chu Qinglang praised her, "It's amazing. I thought the seamless layout turned out to be full of loopholes..."

He stretched out his hands and rubbed his slightly messy hair, "I'm really sorry, I'm so sorry to use this way to receive trainee lawyers! It's Brother Hang, he insisted on me testing your observation ability in this way...Here, I would like to express my gratitude to you. You apologize."

Zhang Yihan smiled indifferently, "It's okay, I don't think it's just me. Anyone else would be able to see that this is a test, not a real robbery."

Chu Qinglang couldn't help but unbuttoning her jacket, her whole body was covered with heat and sweat, "You wait in the living room first, and I'll go change clothes first, and I'll talk to you about the work arrangement during the internship when I come back."

"it is good!"

Zhang Yihan sat on the sofa in the living room and waited while Chu Qinglang dragged her heavy CS clothes upstairs to change into light clothes.

She glanced at the helmet and imitation guns on the coffee table again, shook her head and smiled faintly. The way Vice President Meng tested the intern employees was really special.