Chapter 642 I Like You

Qin Zhizhi's breathing was stagnant, and her scalp was numb from the shock of his words. She secretly bit the soft flesh of her inner jaw, and suppressed her trembling body, "I don't believe that you have used so much force to tie me up. You don’t want anything but my life?”

"Since we don't know each other, it means that I haven't offended you. You want my life, which is unreasonable."

She can say with certainty that she doesn't know the person in front of her, and there is no such impression in the book, but there is a person in the novel, so there must be a reason for his existence.

At this moment, Qin Zhizhi's brain spun rapidly, thinking of several possibilities.

Is it possible that this person is related to the original owner, so she doesn't know.

It's also possible that those people she had offended came to revenge and wanted to kill her... Then who is behind him?

Who is the person who most wants her to disappear from this world?

Ye Qingchen.

Bai Qinyun.

Apart from these two people, she couldn't think of a third person for the time being.

Qin Zhizhi suddenly looked at the man, "You said you knew me, you said I would be the most perfect one in your works...then you are a professional killer?"

Ye Qingchen, it is not impossible for Bai Qinyun to hire a professional assassin to kill her.

But--

The man smiled, and a trace of disdain flashed in his dark eyes.

Qin Zhizhi shook his head suddenly: "No, professional assassins wouldn't say such things to you. Although I haven't been in contact with professional assassins, I can guess that they are straightforward. They will definitely not deal with the target, and they will not take the trouble to kidnap me. If you were a professional killer, the moment you touched me, you would kill me immediately and leave."

A trace of surprise quickly flashed in the man's eyes: "You guessed half right."

Qin Zhizhi: "What?"

The man said slowly: "It's not wrong to say that I am a killer. After all, there are not dozens of people who died in my hands, but a dozen or so."

Qin Zhizhi's heart was getting heavier and heavier, no wonder the smell of blood on this man was so strong.

The man was sitting opposite her, on the same chair as her buttocks, and just looked over quietly: "I've been following you for a long time, but you probably haven't noticed, oh no, even the person beside you who has been protecting you The bodyguards didn't even notice my presence."

Qin Zhizhi remained silent.

The man's eyes gradually turned hot, looking at her, as if he was looking at a beloved treasure, Qin Zhizhi's scalp tingled from this look.

The man said: "You are the most perfect woman I have ever seen. Unlike those women who died in my hands in the past, you have many flaws. Even if you have no flaws, your personality still makes me sick."

Qin Zhizhi caught the words sensitively: "You mean you like me? I didn't make you feel sick."

Qin Zhizhi made it very clear that this kind of liking is not a liking between a man and a woman, but a liking for certain things. For example, architects like to design houses, actors like to act and play different roles, and dancers like to dance.

This is a persistent love for things.

And the person next to her is obviously the kind of paranoid favorite, Qin Zhizhi noticed every move, how crazy is this person?

When he looked into her eyes, it was like the eyes of an addict looking at drugs.

When looking at her neck, it was like the salivating gaze of a vampire finding precious blood.

The man smiled happily: "I really like you, but don't worry, I will be very serious this time, and I will treat your work with care..."