my villain is too cute

Chapter 1553 Paranoid CV boss (4)

The recording continued, but Han Jin didn't pay attention.

She turned off the stereo, clicked on the group members, and then clicked on the private chat.

Forgive me: Playing against each other?
Leaning after the cold, the calm eyes like ancient ink rippled slightly, staring at Shunian's name without blinking, her white fingertips tapping on the table without rhythm, it can't be called the wind of the past. Light clouds.

The people on the other side were much more restless than her.

Bu Xin's pale and thin hand was placed next to the mouse, clenched and loosened, loosened and tightened, and the stiffness slowed down for a few seconds before his cold fingertips touched the keyboard.

Shunen: Yes.

When Han Jin received the reply, his brows and eyes revealed a bit of happiness.

Forgiveness: Then I will open another room and pull you in.

Shunen: Good.

Taking advantage of Han Jin's time to open the room, Bu Xin stood up and tripped over the computer chair behind him.

He picked up the glass of water on the table and left the bedroom.

The light in the living room should be brighter, the curtains are still shaded from the sun, but they didn't completely cover the sun, and wisps of sunlight still slipped in and sprinkled on the black leather sofa by the window.

The decoration outside is cold and rigorous, without the slightest smoke and fire.
The tall and thin figure walked to the side of the sun, picked up the kettle on the table and poured water.

A little brighter light can see his whole appearance clearly.

It is a man in his 20s, very thin, with a loose white shirt and slacks hanging casually on his body, a head of black soft hair, with delicate and picturesque eyebrows and eyes hidden, and his exposed skin is as white as snow , revealing a pale, showing a touch of gloom.

The temperament of the man is complex, as cold and clean as the snow at the end of winter, but also like the tough green bamboo in the dense bamboo forest that is opaque, he is a man who can surprise people.

Bu Xin stared at the curling mist rising from the mouth of the cup with heavy eyes. When the water was full, he put down the teapot and went back to the bedroom.

No sooner had I sat down than the invitation came.

Bu Xin pursed his lower lip slightly, picked up the headphones and put them on, accepting the invitation.

"Are you okay?" There was a small voice, and the ethereal and soft voice suddenly broke into the ear.

Obviously Han Jin is more concerned about his poor state.

Bu Xin is still thinking about the voice just now.

Good to hear.

He moved his lips and made a sound with some difficulty, but fortunately, nothing was revealed, and he said calmly, "It's okay."

Compared with the old days, Bu Xin's real voice is softer, still cold, but when he speaks, he will connect a little, with a little more waxy air, and it looks lingering.

Han Jin took off one earphone, rubbed his ears, put on the earphone again, and said, "Then let's talk?"

Bu Xin: "OK."

Two minutes later, Han Jin asked worriedly, "Are you really okay?"

Couldn't even say a full sentence.

Bu Xin broke out in a cold sweat, and replied calmly, "I'm not in good shape."

Then, there was no response.

Bu Xin frowned slightly, his ebony eyes dimmed a little.

After Han Jin found out the IP address, he said, "Let's take a rest first."

Bu Xin lowered his eyes slightly, his curly thick eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, he said in a low voice: "I am not in a suitable state for a matchup today, let's go first."

Before Han Jin could speak, the other portrait had already gone dark.

She sighed and looked at the IP address.

The address is in the same city as her, but the place where she lives is far away from the city center. It is a villa area with every inch of land. It is not remote, but it is very quiet and there are few residents.
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In the pitch-black room, there was only a cold and magnetic voice, outlining a different kind of silence.

Bu Xin curled up, lying on his side on the soft black bed, holding his hand slightly by the pillow, and a black mobile phone in his hand.

(End of this chapter)