Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 742: [Yan Jian Extra] 24, Ugly Woman, Don’t Cling to Me_3

The night wind outside was a bit cold. He tightened the collar of his coat and pulled up the hood of his hoodie to wear on his head.

He didn’t drive to and from work; he enjoyed squeezing into the subway.

His instincts as an assassin told him that the safest mode of transportation wasn’t driving alone, but blending in with millions of people.

Someone might have the guts and skill to kill him alone but wouldn’t dare destroy the subway and kill so many people at once.

Before he reached the subway entrance, a beam of headlights suddenly lit up in the parking lot by the road, glaringly stabbing his eyes.

He raised his hand to shield against the light, squinting to see.

The assassin’s alertness had him ready. If the car charged directly at him, he could roll on the spot and leap onto the car’s hood.

But the headlights immediately went out, followed by the bang of a car door closing, and then someone walked toward him.

He squinted and looked, at first not seeing the face clearly, but he saw that loose wool coat first.

He frowned and said coldly, "Why is it you?"

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There weren’t many women around him, and only the third young lady of the Tang Family dressed so "sloppily."

Yan Yu approached him, pushed the tortoiseshell-framed glasses up her nose, and smiled: "Why can’t it be me?"

Ben Shaming frowned, staring into her eyes: "Speak if you have something to say."

Yan Yu nodded: "I’ve come to persuade you to return to the studio and continue being a model for my little sister."

Ben Shaming furrowed his brows: "Are you crazy?"

With that, he turned sideways to leave.

But Yan Yu was quick, grabbing his sleeve: "Don’t go yet! I’m telling you I’m not crazy, and if it were up to me, I wouldn’t want you back by my sister’s side. You’re dangerous. My sister doesn’t know, but I do!"

Ben Shaming couldn’t help but stop and turn, squinting his dark eyes at her: "What do you know?"

Yan Yu sighed: "I know you’re with the Fude Group, and I know you’re not really going to the studio just to be a model; you’re there to spy."

Ben Shaming suppressed the surge within him and gave a cold smile: "Oh, how could I forget you’re a Tang Family member. With the police’s help, it’s not hard to investigate someone."

Yan Yu’s words made him wary, but also intrigued.

Because before coming to M Country, he and James had already worked with the French police, taking down the crime family that controlled him years ago. Since he was sixteen, he hadn’t openly worked as an assassin. He wanted to know how much of his background M Country’s police could discover, given the information protection across France and M Country.

He then turned around to face Yan Yu: "Since you know I’m dangerous, why do you want me to go back to your sister’s side? Aren’t you afraid I might harm her?"

Yan Yu shrugged: "Of course I worry, but I’m more concerned for my sister. She’s taken over the studio now and has to handle everything by herself. It’s exhausting for her. She’s been looking for a model since you left but hasn’t found a suitable one. I thought if you were suitable before, maybe you could go back and help her."

His little sister has inexplicably grown haggard over these days, only saying work is tough when asked.

As an elder sister, she finds it hard to understand her industry, so she wondered if she could help find Little Ben back.

Ben Shaming squinted his eyes with a bit of curiosity about what this sisterly bond was like. He was an orphan from a young age and later only met one Jamie. He never had siblings and was curious about what such a relationship felt like.

"Don’t you think your words contradict themselves? You define me as dangerous, yet you want me to return to your sister... If I had a chance to harm her, then what would you do?"

Yan Yu bit her lip: "I’ll keep an eye on you! Since this is my idea, I’m responsible for protecting my sister."

Yan Yu, immersed for years in the baking environment, was permeated with the scent of sweets from head to toe. As she stood there in the night wind, the breeze carried the soft and sweet aroma of cream, butter, flour, and sugar into his nostrils.

So her fierce warning instantly lost its power.

He couldn’t help but chuckle: "You’ll keep an eye on me? Ha, that’s the biggest joke I’ve heard this century!"

Could she withstand even one move in front of him? In his eyes, she was no more than an ant.

But she looked steadily up at him, her expression firm in the night wind: "Let’s wait and see if I don’t believe it. Let’s make a bet. You accept my invitation to go back to my sister’s studio and see if I can’t keep an eye on you."