after being forced to become a heartthrob

Norman has been depressed for a long time. He used to be meticulous in his work and never made mistakes, but now, even Wen Rao can see that he has a casual attitude when working.Sean's attitude is also very subtle, it looks the same as before, but suddenly, his face darkens, and he hides on the roof to smoke.Or to be more precise, except for Sylvie, everyone is in a strange state.

Norman and Sean are because of the boss, but Shiloh is not like this. He is lost every day, and sometimes when he is walking properly, he will accidentally stumble.

Sometimes Wen Rao saw it and wanted to go up to help him, but he didn't notice that Shi Luo had already got up from the ground and continued to wander forward.

Wen Rao wanted to tell Norman that Shiloh's situation was a bit strange, but Norman himself was bothered by something, and every time Wen Rao wanted to talk to him, when he saw his empty eyes, he would think He swallowed the words again.

After half a month, Norman, who just came back not long ago, announced that he was going on a 'vacation' for the second time. This time, even Wen Rao knew that he might be leaving.Norman took a day off to pack things in the room. In fact, he didn’t need to pack anything. He only packed a few pieces of clothes he often wore, a watch he often wore, and a few bottles that were used for about a third of the time. perfume.When Wen Rao went to find him, he was standing by the window of his room in a daze, those things were piled up on the bed.

"Norman."

Norman didn't turn around, Wen Rao saw the burning cigar from his lowered finger.

"Are you leaving?" Wen Rao carefully closed the door.

Norman still didn't speak, and when Wen Rao came to him and followed his gaze, he saw that he was looking at a car parked downstairs.

"Norman?"

Norman didn't move, but his glass-like eyeballs turned and fell in the gentle direction.

"Are you going?"

Norman is much taller than Wen Rao, he can easily look down on Wen Rao.But his gaze is different from Wen Rao's aggressive and emotionless gaze when he first saw him, his current gaze is very gentle, even with a hint of melancholy.

"I don't know." Norman looked away from Wen Rao.

From Sean, Wen Rao knew that Norman was the one who had been with the boss for the longest time, and the rest of the managers, including Sean, were brought up by Norman.But why Sean doesn't like Norman is probably because the two of them have too many different personalities. Norman pays attention to perfection in everything, but Sean thinks it doesn't matter.Because of this, Norman used to embarrass Sean a lot.

But in Sean's words, "If this guy really leaves, I probably won't be here for long."

"That person may have lied, or, these things were commissioned by Tucson before his death." Wen Rao racked his brains to think of reasons to convince Norman, but what he said convinced even himself no.

Thin smoke escaped from Norman's slender fingers.

He is very handsome, different from Sean's handsome, he is more similar to the elegant and calm handsome of the nobleman in the oil painting.His eyes are like lake water, and his figure is as perfect as a sculpture, supporting every piece of clothing to perfection.

"I can't get in touch with my boss."

Wen Rao was a little nervous all of a sudden, "Maybe the boss is a little busy?"

"That's why I've been waiting." Norman slowly turned around from the window, sat down on the sofa against the light.

Wen Rao didn't know what to say for a while, he followed Norman to the sofa.

Norman, who was sitting on the sofa, leaned back on the sofa, with his arms stretched out, and his eyes didn't know where to look across the roof.From the very beginning, Wen Rao saw that Norman always looked like he was in control of everything, but now, he lost his size, and he didn't look like himself anymore.Wen Rao sat down beside Norman, and was thinking about what to say, when Norman, who was leaning back on the sofa, suddenly wrapped his outstretched arms around Wen Rao's shoulders.

Wen Rao was dragged by his shoulders and leaned against the sofa.

"Hello—" Xiao Xiao refused.

"Wen." Norman stared at him.

Because of his serious appearance, Wen Rao stopped pushing back, "What are you doing?"

"If I leave here, will you come with me?"

Because Sean once told him not to elope with Norman, even if Wen Rao didn't want to misinterpret this ordinary sentence, he still felt strangely awkward, "Don't."

"Why not?" Norman approached suddenly, the bitter and sweet taste of tobacco in his mouth melted into his gentle breath almost instantly.

"Don't get too close—"

The shoulder was grabbed by Norman's palm. Even if Wen Rao wanted to get up, he couldn't do it for the time being. He watched Norman approach and turned his face to the side.

Norman didn't know why he said such a thing, but this time, his mentality was completely different from the last time he went on vacation. This time he might really be leaving, and he wanted to bring Wen Rao with him, "I haven't put You tuned it up to my liking."

At that moment, Norman's lips touched the gentle cheek.

After being stunned for a moment, Wen Rao broke free from his arms violently, and Norman himself was also stunned for a moment, and he stood up easily, "Whether you want to leave or stay, it's up to you .I just want you to leave me some money before you go—I'm leaving Florida, too."

"Because of me?"

"Because of an irresponsible person who said he would make me a great man, but ended up sneaking away because of such a trivial matter." Wen Rao said.

Norman laughed, "An irresponsible person...?"

Wen Rao pushed open the door and walked out.He shouldn't have said this, but because Norman had persuaded him and given him hope for a moment, but now everyone has their own thoughts, and everyone may be the next to leave.

His mood suddenly turned bad, and he hid back in his room tenderly and dejectedly, dragged out the box and started packing things.After packing, I felt that my behavior of throwing a temper was very naive, so I stuffed the half-filled suitcase back into the cabinet.Finally, from morning to afternoon, Wen Rao went to the restaurant downstairs. Normally, there would always be people here at this time, but today in the empty restaurant, there was only Wen Rao. He felt a little depressed and drank two bottles. After the beer, I went back to the black street where I worked for a while.

In the black street, the women passing by greeted Wen Rao, and Wen Rao cheered up and responded one by one.

Sure enough, as soon as people started working, they would forget their troubles. Wen Rao stayed in the black street all day, and at night, he went to the underground boxing arena.The night in the boxing arena is very exciting. The colorful light ball above the head is constantly turning around. The colorful lights shine on the bloody and sweaty cheeks, making people feel an urge to release something from the heart.

But Wen Rao still didn't like the smell of blood very much, he picked up the clothes hanging on the armrest, dusted them, hung them on his shoulders, and walked outside with a sway.As he passed through the crowd, he overheard the two chatting about what happened in the ring that afternoon, about a handsome man who, after being beaten up, was taken away by a group of people who broke in up.

beautiful man?

Although he knows that there are many people in this world who can afford to be beautiful, Wen Rao inevitably thinks of Shiloh and Shiloh.However, it can't be Hilo, he recently...

Wen Rao, who had already reached the door, turned around, found the person who had spoken just now from the crowd, and after asking about the person's appearance and clothes, Wen Rao's heart skipped a beat.He hailed a taxi on the street, and in frantic urging, returned to the place where he lived. There was no one in the living room, so he rushed upstairs to find Shilo.Hillo's room was pitch black, and after opening two doors one after another, it was still dark.

Wen Rao turned on the light, and he saw some used bandages piled up on Shirlo's bed, and there was dried brown blood on the bandages.

"Shirlo——" Wen Rao thought of Shirlo's abnormal reaction during this period, he rushed out of the door, and called Shirlo's name while running in the corridor.

Hilo didn't show up, but his yelling alarmed Norman and Sean.When Wen Rao saw Sylvie coming out, he thought it was Sylvie and breathed a sigh of relief, but when Sylvie asked him what was wrong with Sylvie, a kind of feeling emerged in his heart. Panic comes.

He told them what he heard in the underground boxing arena, and the expressions of several people became serious after listening.

"Is it still those people?" Norman asked.

Wen Rao was not sure, but apart from that wave of people, they had no other suspects.

"I'll go find him." Sylvie said as she was about to go downstairs.

Sean grabbed his arm, "Do you know where Hilo was taken?"

Shilo looked a little fierce.

"Calm down, Sylvie." As soon as Norman spoke, Sylvie's expression eased a lot.

Sean let go of his hand, "Now it's time to discuss how to save Shilo."

Wen Rao saw that they were going to the meeting room, and when he was about to leave, Norman stopped him, "Wen, you come too."

"Me?" This... he doesn't seem to be useful, does he?

"Of course, you are also one of us now." Norman said very firmly.

"Alright then." Wen Rao followed them in.

Norman was still trying to find other witnesses from the underground boxing ring when the phone in the conference room rang. Seeing that it was the boss's call, Norman hesitated for a moment, then answered with a normal expression, "Boss .”

The voice from the phone was not the boss's, "Ah, Norman."

"Tucsaint?"

When Norman said the name, several people in the room stood up at the same time.

"Hmm, it's me." Toussaint's voice revealed a hint of joy.

"Where's the boss?"

Toussaint didn't answer, and after laughing twice, he suddenly lowered his voice, "Of course, with one of his brats."

"You took Shilo away?" Norman tried his best to calm down at this moment.

Tucson didn't deny it, "I heard that my elder brother let a brat who hasn't even grown his hair manage his business—what, shouldn't this kind of work be handed over to a more mature younger brother?"

"What do you want?"

"Ha." After Tussaint smirked, his voice suddenly became vicious, "I just want my brother to calm down. For example, let him see that these little devils I raised can be easily crushed to death by me. waste."

Norman suppressed his anger, waiting for what Toussaint would say next.

"Come on, let's have a good talk." Toussaint reported an address, and finally said provocatively, "If you dare to come, I can consider letting go of one-haha."

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Norman: Make a sound of hard work: Gentle M me

Gentle: Make a death-defying voice: Face me head-on