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Immediately afterwards, that damned instinct made him make a move that he would regret for the rest of his life.

Bai Qiancheng decisively pulled away Mo Yao who was still waiting for his answer, and then pressed his lips against the other's lips fiercely, then closed his eyes and pretended to enjoy it.

At this time, Bai Qiancheng didn't have time to explain to Mo Yao at all, he just tugged on the other party's back collar vigorously to prevent him from pushing him away, so as not to arouse the suspicion of the person downstairs.

Unexpectedly, Mo Yao didn't try to push him away. The man's eyes on Bai Qiancheng's face stopped for a moment, and then a flame flashed in his eyes. Instead, he hugged the other party's waist and took the initiative. Imprisoned, the fiery lips pressed against Bai Qiancheng's lips even more vigorously.

The oppressive atmosphere belonging to Mo Yao enveloped Bai Qiancheng, and the feeling of being out of breath soon hit his heart, and the electric current flowed through every corner of his body almost instantly.Bai Qiancheng was a little surprised, but right now he didn't have any energy to figure out what was going on in Mo Yao's mind. He just opened his eyes slightly and glanced at the man on the first floor from the corner of his eye.

The man was obviously stunned when he saw this scene, and his gaze stayed on them for a few seconds, as if he was surprised that two men could do such a thing.

Dispelling the doubts in his heart, the man quickly reacted, withdrew his gaze, focused on the barrel again, and then slowly tilted the barrel.The black viscous liquid poured down with the tilt of the black barrel, glowing brightly, making Bai Qiancheng's heart beat wildly.

It turned out that there was no problem with the yacht, it was deliberately planned by someone!

He pushed away the man who was pressing on him, and the corners of his mouth curled up jokingly: "You know, we really shouldn't come out alone late at night."

"Why?" The man asked cooperatively, leaning forward again and casting his gaze into Bai Qiancheng's eyes that couldn't see his emotions clearly.

Bai Qiancheng put his hand on the opponent's chest and pushed, distanced himself from Mo Yao.

"I don't know if you still remember." Bai Qiancheng wiped his lips slowly, staring at the man who was fiddling with gasoline from the corner of his eye.

The noisy sound of the yacht moving continuously entered the ears, and it was impossible for the men on the first floor to hear their conversation.

Bai Qiancheng couldn't make that man wary of them too early, if the other party kept his hand, then if they fled rashly at this time, they would still inevitably die.

"The first time I was alone late at night was in Yaoqi's office on the first floor, at eleven o'clock." The man looked at Mo Yao with interest: "Two people came to steal documents, and I was almost shot dead at that time."

Mo Yao raised his eyebrows, remained silent, and motioned for the other party to continue talking.

"The second time, just yesterday." Bai Qiancheng said, and from the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the man who had stopped fiddling with the oil barrel, and his smile became brighter and brighter: "The enemy a few years ago came to settle accounts with me." , and you were almost killed by a bomb."

"And then?" Mo Yao's eyes lingered on Bai Qiancheng, with a curious expression on his face.

"...Then? The third time..." Bai Qiancheng unhurriedly put his hands on the opponent's back, then rested his chin on the opponent's shoulder, and put his mouth close to Mo Yao's ear, He said softly: "...Mo Yao, I'm afraid we don't have to go swimming 'later'."

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