The rise of the fast-moving boss

Chapter 761 Formal Trial 9
When I saw the silver-haired man again, Anhao was cheating in an Internet cafe.

Halfway through the driving, the silver-haired man sat on the seat next to her and watched her driving.

However, Anhao ignored the silver-haired man, and continued to play black-and-half. Wouldn’t it be wronged if he died suddenly?

As for the silver-haired man... just watch it, let him go.

After about ten minutes, Anhao finished the game.

She took off the earphones, twisted her neck and wrist at the same time, and leaned a little lazily on the soft chair.

"Drink water? Milk, fruit juice and purified water."

Probably An Hao ignored the silver-haired man, so the silver-haired man rubbed his fingers a little nervously, smiled at An Hao, and asked softly.

"milk."

Anhao yawned and said straightforwardly.

"okay."

Seeing that Anhao was still willing to answer his words, the silver-haired man couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time gave instructions to the man in the suit next to him.

Soon, two glasses of milk were placed in front of Anhao—one warm and one with ice.

For this carefulness, Anhao just glanced sideways at the silver-haired man, and took a sip of the iced milk.

She didn't come here again, of course it's iced drinks in this hot weather.

Seeing that An Hao chose iced milk, the silver-haired man took the glass of warm milk and drank it.

After resting for a while, An Hao put the milk aside, and continued to turn on the milk.

Regarding An Hao's action of playing games, the silver-haired man sat quietly and watched the whole process, probably because he was afraid that his gaze would make An Hao feel disgusted, so the silver-haired man also turned on the phone.

After playing this game for more than three hours, Anhao felt a little sore in her neck when the phone was turned off.

"Are you tired? Do you want a massage?" the silver-haired man asked.

An Hao yawned: "No need, I'm a little sleepy, I'm going back." After speaking, she stood up and prepared to leave.

"Luoxia!"

An Hao's footsteps paused, and at the same time she frowned slightly.

"My name is Anhao now, not Luoxia."

The silver-haired man froze for a moment.

"Forget it, call as you please."

An Hao shrugged. After all, Scarf knew Luo Xiya, the former her, not the current her.

If the silver-haired man tells her to be safe...

Uh, it's really uncomfortable to think about it.

"...Luoxiya, how are you doing recently?" Because of what happened last time, the silver-haired man didn't dare to approach Anhao, he was afraid that Anhao would be disgusted.

"What's wrong with me." Since her back was facing the silver-haired man, An Hao didn't have to control her expression, and just rolled her eyes bluntly.

"Eat well, sleep well every day, and go out to have a look when you have nothing to do. It can't be better."

"Well, that's good." The silver-haired man pursed his lips, probably because the person in front of him was alive, so he couldn't help becoming nervous.

"Anything else?"

An Hao's tone was a little impatient.

"If it's okay, I'll go."

"well!"

Hearing her own name spit out from the silver-haired man's mouth, An Hao's face couldn't help but convulsed -- damn, it really sounds awkward!

"I know, you are not the original Luo Xiya."

The silver-haired man pursed his lips, and at the same time waved his hands back, and the white suit behind him went out.

"Oh?"

Regarding the silver-haired man's words, Anhao raised her eyebrows irresistibly, and felt calm in her heart.

"So? What do you want to say, are you dissatisfied with my attitude? Or do you want to crush my soul?"

Anhao twisted her neck, turned around directly, and met the eyes of the silver-haired man.

Because Anhao doesn't like the smell of cigarettes, she purposely opened a private room, and now there are only her and the silver-haired man in the room.

An Hao's gaze was Ling Ran, with a hint of indifference.

"No! That's not what I meant!"

The silver-haired man shook his head.

In fact, from the very beginning, he knew that An Hao was somewhat different from the Luo Xiya in his memory.

From these nine months of observation, An Hao's habits and preferences are also somewhat different from the Luo Xiya he knows well.

But he also knew that Luo Xiya, whom he was completely familiar with, would not come back.

There are no two souls, these days, there is only one.

"You...you have my memory, right?"

"Yes, I have."

An Hao felt that standing was a bit tired, so she pulled the chair beside her and sat down again.

"It's me, but it's all back to its place now." Anhao picked up the drink next to her and took another sip, "I have all the memories. What do you want to say? What do you want to express?"

The silver-haired man looked at the person in front of him, the familiar face in front of him, yet unfamiliar.

"Luoxiya, you...do you hate the things I did?" He pursed his lips, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, really!"

What the silver-haired man said was exactly what happened when he grabbed An Hao and wanted to crush An Hao's soul, and then he wanted to capture An Hao's soul, but lost An Hao in the end.

"Hate you? Is it worth it?" Anhao yawned, "At most, I just hate you."

hatred?
No, no, she never hated someone easily.

How tiring it is to hate someone, that's not torturing that person, that's torturing yourself~
For the people she hates, at most she just doesn't want to see them.

Hearing the word "hate" lightly uttered from Anhao's mouth, the silver-haired man's heart froze for a moment, and at the same time he became a little uneasy.

He knew before that Luo Xiya didn't like him, but his attitude towards him was just indifference, not disgusting; but now, she hated himself.

"bump!"

"sorry!"

The silver-haired man suddenly knelt at An Hao's feet, and he looked up at An Hao with sincerity on his face.

"Is there anything I can do to make it up? Can... lessen your distaste?"

Anhao looked at the silver-haired man expressionlessly and fell silent.

Don't get me wrong, she just looks calm on her face, but all kinds of bullets are flying in her heart!
"Fuck! Is this a jerk?"

Do you want to be so humble?
It's kind of scary...

Clearly, Scarf in my memory is not so humble!Could it be that Luo Xiya was irritated by him before, as if she was dead?

"Hmm." After being silent for a while, Anhao came back to her senses, and when she lowered her head, she met the silver-haired man's shining eyes.

"You want to make it up?"

She approached some silver-haired men and sneered.

"Yes!"

The silver-haired man nodded.

"I'll give you whatever you want."

"Where is your life?" An Hao said with a smile, "I want you to die, do you want to die too?"

"If you want my life, I'll give it to you!"

The silver-haired man blurted out almost without any hesitation.

Anhao: ...Don't tell me, we're just talking for fun.

How discordant is this fighting?
(End of this chapter)