obedient lover

"Of course you are not afraid of Li Feng..." An Nuo held back the pain from his waist, trying not to shake his voice so much, "What you are afraid of is the possible unknown deeds between me and him...then I'll tell you right now, I took the video..."

"If I don't get home safely one night, Li Feng will post the video of that day. You don't have to care about these, but your subordinates don't necessarily care..."

"You'd better take your wooden barn away now, and make me unhappy. Li Feng won't make it easier for you either... Li Feng and I are much closer than you imagined..."

As An Nuo said, he suddenly turned over and pushed away Zhuo Fan who was imprisoning him. The incomprehensible emotions in his eyes were An Nuo's standard equipment.

Zhuo Fan's originally gloomy gaze, when he caught An Nuo's familiar gaze, involuntarily froze and dissipated.

Status, identity, and reputation are never things that Zhuo Fan will pay attention to.

If one of his subordinates dared to chew his tongue behind his back, he cut off that person's tongue.

Some employees dared to point fingers at his life, so he cut off the hands of those people.

If anyone else threatened Zhuo Fan like this, Zhuo Fan would definitely blow his head with a wooden warehouse regardless of any consequences.

But the eyes of the person in front of him actually looked a little bit like him, with his shadow...

He can't do it...

Zhuo Fan stared at An Nuo for a while, and finally turned the wooden warehouse in a circle in his hand skillfully and handsomely, and stopped pointing at An Nuo.

He reached out and pinched the back of the swivel chair, pulled it over and sat on it: "Tell me, what is your purpose."

An Nuo raised his hand and rubbed the waist that had just been stabbed by Zhuo Fan with the wooden warehouse, and finally felt relieved when he realized that Zhuo Fan wanted to talk to him.

It's not that he's not afraid, he's just used to gambling with Zhuo Fan.

Bet what?

Bet on how much he knows Zhuo Fan, bet on how much Zhuo Fan cares about him.

"You took my seat, are you planning to let me sit on your lap to eat?" An Nuo glanced at the food on the table, and then at Zhuo Fan.

The narrow and long pupils are not as elegant as the almond eyes in the past, and always have a bit of indescribable beauty.When the gaze moves like this, it looks especially seductive.

So Zhuo Fan's tone was disgusted and disgusted. He put the wooden warehouse on the table. Ass, sit down."

An Nuo sighed softly, and took a step towards Zhuo Fan: "Actually, I don't particularly want to sit."

As soon as the voice fell, he found the right position, raised his hand and quickly pulled Zhuo Fan's chair, and sat directly on Zhuo Fan's lap.

Zhuo Fan pressed his body reflexively and was about to push him off. An Nuo quickly grabbed his clothes, and in the blink of an eye, a silver-gray special wooden warehouse was pressed against Zhuo Fan's waist at the same time. .

An Nuo finally suppressed Zhuo Fan on the back of the chair.

"But hearing you talk to me in such a tone, I really want to sit down." An Nuo said, with a light and gentle smile on purpose.

Calculate the arc and the smile in the eyes.

Zhuo Fan stared at the face in front of him whose expression almost overlapped with that of his forever lost lover, forgot to fight back, forgot to fight back, forgot to struggle, forgot to pay attention to the wooden warehouse that could kill him immediately, and forgot to sit at this moment. What was on him was not his lover.

He froze in place, and the emotions in his eyes began to fluctuate uncontrollably.

Why is it that he looks nothing like him, but his expression and smile are exactly the same as him...

"I don't have any purpose. I just like you at first sight and want to get close to you." An Nuo picked up Zhuo Fan's clothes with the wooden warehouse in his hand, and the cold wooden warehouse walked around Zhuo Fan's waist unscrupulously.

It is because Zhuo Fan likes himself, so he shows the characteristics of his past self in front of Zhuo Fan, so that Zhuo Fan has no way to struggle and no way to resist.

Let him find the shadow of An Nuo in the past in his current body, and at the same time feel uncomfortable and entangled because he can't explore the real An Nuo.

What is within reach, now is.

What is love but not, now also.

He is not teasing Zhuo Fan, he is taking revenge on Zhuo Fan.

The last thing a businessman wants to do is to suffer losses, and An Nuo is the same.

Zhuo Fan made him suffer the loss that he loved for three years but couldn't get it, so he had to pay it back.

It's like he didn't tell Zhuo Fan about Xie's crime of framing him, but he returned Xie's kindness for giving birth to him and raising him.

After paying off the debt, now that Xie's building has collapsed, he will not feel a little bit sad. If possible, he even wants to take revenge with his own hands.

There is no debt to each other, clear love and hate, no burden, only when doing things can be happy, and find his own fun in doing whatever he wants.

This is Anno.

Zhuo Fan firmly grasped An Nuo's hand holding the wooden warehouse, and stopped his restless actions on himself: "Sit down for one more second, I promise..."

"You will kill me." An Nuo continued Zhuo Fan's words.

"Get out of here if you know!" Zhuo Fan was yelling at him, but the volume of the yelling and the overwhelming aura were deliberately suppressed because the other party's tone was too similar to An Nuo.

Zhuo Fan is very messy, he doesn't know what attitude to use to treat the people in front of him.

He obviously hated his approach, but he was so dazed that he couldn't refuse...

Because of this, he felt deep self-blame and guilt for betraying An Nuo, but it was because of An Nuo that he couldn't decisively kick the other party away.

Contradictory and tangled.

"No." An Nuo not only refused, but also changed the subject, "Brother Fan, my stomach is not very good, I can't be hungry. The doctor said I have moderate atrophic gastritis, and I have to prevent it from getting worse, otherwise it will develop to severe and easy to get gastritis." Stomach cancer."

Zhuo Fan's manic arrogance, in An Nuo's joking and joking words, is like a withered flower, gradually shrinking due to pain.

Van Gogh...

Stomach trouble...

Moderately...

Zhuo Fan grabbed An Nuo's clothes so hard that his hands trembled.

"Don't call me that..." Zhuo Fan frowned uncomfortably, don't use such a natural tone, call yourself so intimately...

An Nuo didn't know if Gu Le's body had stomach problems, but he simply thought it was fun to watch Zhuo Fan change his face.

But now, seeing Zhuo Fan's eyes covered with blood and tears almost overflowing, An Nuo was stunned.

He quickly got off Zhuo Fan's lap and put the wooden warehouse in his pocket: "If you haven't had lunch, can I order one for you?"

"... Get out." Zhuo Fan slowly closed his eyes, trying to escape, but An Nuo still saw that his eyelashes were wet.

An Nuo stood aside and watched him, without responding to Zhuo Fan's words.

But Zhuo Fan stood up by himself after saying let him go, and walked towards the exit in a daze.

He misses Annuo.

My heart trembles and hurts when I think about it.

He almost... suffocated...