TMD Reborn

You, I have a feeling of falling into the world of bliss. "

Ange turned his head indifferently, avoiding him.

"If there is nothing else, I want to go back first." He tightened his clothes, bowed his head and walked forward.

"Mr. Ling Bai has something to ask for you." Toss smiled behind him, "If you don't want to be punished, it's better to act quickly."

Ange smiled coldly and continued walking forward.

Huaxiao is like a large, precise instrument.

Everyone has their own responsibilities and division of labor. They follow their own track and move forward steadily. The slightest mistake may cause the shutdown of the entire instrument.

But Ange didn't think he was so important.

At best, he is a rhinestone adorning the instrument, and the instrument will still function without him.

He didn't feel that he was so lofty that he needed to be summoned by Ling Bai, and he didn't want to see that lizard-like cold guy at all.

He didn't listen to what Toss said at all, he got on the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.

I just want to take a good shower and sleep well.

No matter what will become of the future, and no matter where tomorrow is.

I just feel so tired... my body, my mind... are so tired that I have exceeded the load.

After getting off the elevator, he was alone in the empty corridor.

The enchanting fragrance of flowers bloomed recklessly, as if to drown him.

Finally back in his room, he took off his clothes.

In the mirror, the boy Bai Yu's alluring body was still covered with traces of being touched by men.

It's so dirty... I just want to wipe off these marks with my hands.

Enter the bathroom, pick up the shower head and wash it off.

Hair, cheeks, neck, chest...even fingertips.

He rinsed it over and over again, trying to get rid of the disgusting feeling in his heart.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, the cloudy and wretched eyes of men would appear in his mind.

almost... almost...

"Uh!" Finally couldn't help but spit it out, sticky wet hair stood on his slender cheeks.

His face was pale, but still damn beautiful.

Even more seductive, fanning a goofy, restless air.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of the room door being pushed open.

It was a very subtle sound, but it seemed that he didn't intend to hide it, and he made a sound without any scruples.

Immediately dried his hair and body, wrapped in a towel as quickly as possible, opened the blinds a little, and looked out from the gap.

As if he knew that he was peeping, the man's eyes shot straight here.

Slightly bent, soft eyes, as if looking at his lover like pampering.

But it made Ange shudder instantly.

Wei Jiu!

How did he get in?

"You dropped something." The boy smiled lightly, and took out a delicate bronze machete from behind his back.

Immediately froze in place, Ange stared at him blankly.

Even when he was insulted by men, he tightly guarded his knife.

He hid the knife in his boot and did not allow anyone to touch his shoe.

But... When was it taken away by the boy, he didn't even notice it!

He didn't even pay attention when he just took off his shoes...

The knife is gone!

Lying quietly in the young man's hand, the blade without any extra decorations gleamed with heavy metal light, and when the sheath was pulled away, the silver blade reflected the bright color of the sun.

Cold, bleak.

A beautiful arc was drawn between the young man's slender fingers.

"What a beautiful knife, although it is not expensive, it is very sharp." Wei Jiu looked at it carefully, as if admiring, but also as if laughing.

The corners of his lips were curled up, and the crescent-shaped eyes reflected the light of metal ice, which was terrifyingly quiet.

Ange walked out of the bathroom, grabbed the towel in one hand, and stretched out the other to the boy: "Give it back to me."

He was still steaming, his wet hair was dripping water, and the crystal water droplets slid across his seductive skin and soaked into his dream-provoking body.

Wei Jiu just smiled, and continued to look at the knife.

There is a line of small characters on the handle.

It was engraved by the former Ange.

"To dear Xiu."

Note below: I love you the most, Ange.

Smiling lightly, without any tone of blame, as gentle as the sun: "Xiu, who is it?"

He looked at An Ge, looking at him clearly and beautifully.

But the more he was like this, the more uneasy An Ge felt.

"You don't need to know." Still stretching out his hand, his eyes were indifferent, "Give it back to me."

Finally unable to hold on any longer, the young man's gentle mask gradually cracked: "It has nothing to do with me...?"

Word by word, as if squeezed from the throat.

It seemed that it took a lot of effort before he resisted the urge to grab the boy's neck.

"Pello, Stewart, Toss... There are a lot of people whose names I don't even know. Now, there is another guy called Xiu..." He looked at him coldly, "You are very Love him? You have been looking for him these days, right? "

25, refused

A pretty face contorted with rage.

Standing in front of the window, the gray shadow cast by the slender body engulfed by the huge sunlight stretched all the way to Ange's feet.

Ange just looked at him quietly.

Smoke from the bathroom clouded his vision.

"I've said it, it has nothing to do with you." As if he was afraid of Wei Jiu's interruption, he didn't look at the boy's reaction at all and continued, "Because you came to Xingshi to ask for a crime with a knife, you look like It's the woman who caught the evidence of her husband's cheating... Oh, no, women are much cuter than you, maybe they will act like a baby..." Tilting his head, the boy's eyes curled into a smile, "...you are simply A jealous woman."

The boy on the opposite side visibly froze.

With the most vicious, decisive, and most unforgivable tone, he completely defeated him: "...you look so ugly, Wei Jiu."

Ironically, indifferently, resisting the urge to step forward and hug him.

If you really do this, everything will not end.

Rather than letting Wei Jiu have illusions, it is better to let him give up completely.

Sometimes cruelty is just to make the other person's life better.

Ange is dead, he can no longer live in the past.

"...Look at Weijiu, there are many people better than me in the world, we are no longer possible, don't you understand..." continued, pretending to be cold, "I don't love you anymore .”

Immediately, the boy opened his eyes wide.

Even though he tried his best to maintain his elegance, the paleness on his beautiful face and the fragility in his crystal eyes were deeply imprinted in Ange's pupils.

Through the retina, it hit his heart hard.

"...No love, not even hatred, you are like a stranger to me, there is no relationship between us..."

"Enough!" The boy suddenly shouted.

He looked straight at himself, as if he wanted to see through him.

As if he had been hit hard and couldn't bear it, he walked towards himself step by step.

The wobbly body, and the unfocused blue eyes looking at him.

It's like pulling away the soul, leaving only a beautiful body.

"You said, you don't love me anymore..." Walking in front of him, her eyes without a trace of light stared straight at him.

Obviously the expression is empty, and the words obviously don't have the slightest ups and downs.

But Ange felt that he was crying.

Sometimes crying doesn't require tears.

Because the heart is crying, more sad than the tears shed.

"Yes." He clenched his fingers fiercely, "I don't love you."

Immediately, a suffocating sense of oppression emanated from the boy, and he pushed him against the wall.

"Can you say that again!"

Still indifferent expression: "I don't love you..."

Painful and unable to vent the anguish that pushed the beautiful boy opposite to the limit step by step, a glint of haze flashed in his eyes, desperate, as if desperately fighting for his life, he suddenly grabbed his throat forcefully.

"You changed your mind, why? Why?!"

The slender fingers pinching her neck were pale but powerful.

Perhaps the previous Ange had been hugged by these hands countless times.

The elegant fragrance emanating from the young man, such as orchid, jasmine, rose... the fragrance of flowers blended together, as long as you get close, you will feel loved and warm.

But now, these hands pinched him fiercely, and even the fragrance began to twist, full of unwillingness and hatred.

Without mercy, without scruples, with the same killing intent as his own words.

He wants to kill him...

How much he loves him, at this moment, how much he hates him.

I hate it so much that I want to kill myself.

He didn't resist, and didn't want to resist, he let the young man's fingers exert force slowly, a powerful force that completely didn't match his delicate appearance, and squeezed his breath.

Chest suffocation, pain.

Feeling that the soul was pulling away a little bit, another Ange stood in front of him.

The boy's beautiful face was stained with tears, and he was looking at him with sad eyes.

do not Cry……

Why cry?

I'm doing it for Weijiu...

Unable to accept his love, unable to respond, let him give up early, isn't it good?

She couldn't help but raise her hand to touch the boy's face.

What the fingertips touched slightly was Wei Jiu's pale face.

A tear slipped from the boy's blue eyes and fell on Ange's hand.

"do not Cry……"

A hoarse voice came from the throat.

In an instant, waves of madness stirred up in the boy's eyes.

"Why..." The fingers stuck on his neck slowly released, "Why..."

Unable to answer, too much fresh oxygen surged into his lungs.

The feeling that his heart and lungs were about to explode made him cough uncontrollably.

The boy suddenly pressed his shoulder, and just when he thought he was going to kiss him forcefully, there was a knock on the door.

"Dong dong, dong dong." An orderly, unflustered voice.

"Is Mr. Ange there? The boss asked you to go there."

Toss's voice is formulaic, without the slightest emotion.

"If Mr. Weijiu is here, the boss will let the two of you go together."

The boy standing in front of him seemed to have just woken up from a nightmare.

He looked at him, his unfocused eyes gradually became clear.

Pushing Ange away, he walked to the door expressionlessly and opened it.

Toss waited respectfully outside the door. When he saw Wei Jiu, the corners of his lips curved into a sly smile: "Hello."

Wei Jiu looked at him coldly, and left without looking back.

"The boss has instructions to let you pass." Toss shouted behind him.

But the boy did not stop.

"Ah, what a disobedient person." Shrugging his shoulders in regret, the man's eyes turned to Ange.

Looking at him provocatively, the eyes slipped from the boy's dripping hair to his bare feet on the ground.

"I'll go." Ignoring the man's gaze, Ange frowned in disgust, "But I need to change first."

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White kimono-style silk yukata with bare shoulders.

Embroidered with cherry blossoms in pastel pink.

The boy's slightly longer hair was gently rolled up, revealing his delicate and white neck.

This is the most common dress of Huaxiao male actors, sexy yet elegant, walking in small steps, if you don't pay attention, you will step on the corner of your clothes.

Walking all the way from the room to Ling Bai's office, An Ge tried not to let his steps look too awkward.

The gaze of Toss behind him made him feel even more like walking on needles.

He wanted to speed up his pace, but in the next second, he tripped over the hem of his clothes, and his body unconsciously leaned forward.

Instinctively holding onto the wall, his fingertips brushed against a cold object, and when he raised his head, he saw someone standing in front of him.

Not far from the corner, a man stood there quietly.

It seemed that just after turning the corner, he almost fell down in embarrassment.

The boy's fingers slid across the metal buttons on his waist. He didn't dodge or step forward to help, but just stood there, looking down at him.

His dull gray eyes were submerged under the black military cap, and his pale, handsome face was expressionless.

The pupils constricted at the moment they looked at him, without any warning, the feeling of being overwhelmed by the powerful breath.

Toss, who was behind him, had already stepped forward and saluted the man respectfully: "Admiral Hess."

With her waist bent at ninety degrees, she dared not look directly at the man at all.

"Excuse me, are you going back?"

almost flattering voice.

The man didn't answer, but just looked at An Ge blankly.

It's like being watched by him, but feeling that his eyes are not looking at him.

Nerves all over his body were tense, and the blood was surging like a tide, hitting his fingertips in bursts.

The man took a step forward.

With a mechanically straight figure, except for the bright and dark folds of his clothes, he himself seems to be completely motionless.

It's just that the distance suddenly got closer, so Ange had to look up.

He bent down slowly, his glassy eyes quietly reflected Ange's face.

"This is His Royal Highness Stewart's favorite actor." Toss was busy laughing at the side, and pulled the hem of LaAnge's clothes without a trace, "Why don't you greet Admiral Hess soon?"

The man's eyes seemed to have a huge suction force, and he couldn't look away at all. An Ge forced a smile: "You... hello."

The man just looked at him calmly.

Straightening his body, the corners of his lips curled up with evil spirit: "You are beautiful."

I didn't think he was praising himself, but Ange still smiled slyly: "Thank you...thank you."

Feeling so useless for being so flattering, she couldn't help but clenched her fists.

The man glanced at him lightly, without stopping for a moment, and continued to walk forward.

Regular, without the slightest extra movement, every step is as precise as a machine.

When he walked away, An Ge heard the sound of Toss gasping beside him.

Looking back, the man was wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

"Remember, don't mess with Hess if you mess with anyone." He whispered to An Ge, "That guy is not human..." It is impossible to describe how terrifying he is, and Toss's pale face kept twisting, "...he's a monster."

26. Lingbai

I didn't think I would have anything to do with the people in the military department, and I didn't listen to Toss' words at all.

Ange continued to walk forward with his head bowed.

What he has to concentrate on now is a man standing on top of a huge industrial chain - Ling Bai.

He didn't have a clue about the purpose of the man calling himself over. Even if he asked Toss, this cunning guy would only use various excuses to prevaricate himself.

So he simply chose to remain silent, thinking over and over again in his mind Ling Bai's possible attitude and how he should respond.

Turning the corner, passing through a transparent corridor in mid-air, you will arrive at the rear floor located in the hinterland of Huaxiao.

If the Huaxiao Building facing the street is the shell of the entire industry, then this building at the back is the heart of Huaxiao.

It is connected in a zigzag shape to the buildings facing the street, and is called "Hua Xiao Sheng Mansion" by the people of the empire.

Built on an artificial rockery, it is said that Moran Leeds Palace can be clearly seen from the top floor.

The height of the building is unmatched by all the buildings of the royal family. The exterior of the building is decorated with fluent glass, reflecting the sun during the day and projecting the moonlight at night, like a huge curtain falling from the sky, changing colors all the time.

At this time, the whole building reflected the busy traffic on the street, and the dazzling sunlight at noon passed through the glass, seeming to burn Ange's eyes.

The boy's eyes were clear and bright, and he kept walking forward, got on the elevator, and reached the top floor where the sky could almost be touched.

The core of the entire Huaxiao is a mystery that ordinary people dare not even think about.

However, it was beyond Ange's expectation.

The elevator door opens.

There is no strict security, no pretentious and luxurious lighting.

It was a dark, bleak place where the glass in the corridor was drawn with thick curtains, where not even a ray of light could penetrate.

Only the faint pale light scattered from the top of the head.

There are no clusters of flowers, no carpets inlaid with gold.

In the dry slate corridor, there is a faint fragrance of bitter herbs.

Quiet, even frighteningly lonely.

Is this the place where the guy who is called "Father of Hua Xiao" and whose wealth is incomparably rich is located? !

Simply unimaginable.

"Why are you in a daze?" Toss behind him pushed him.

Stepping out of the elevator, his eyes fell on a huge gray-black iron door at the end of the corridor.

As Toss stopped not far from the iron gate, he saw the man bowing to the monitor above the corner, and he followed Toss's example and bowed deeply.

The door opened from the inside with a "crash".

The first thing that seeps out is not sunlight, but the bitterness of herbs that is stronger than in the corridor.

It is filled with the fragrance of earth, mixed with sweet, sour and slightly woody taste.

It doesn't smell good, even a little weird, but it penetrates into the blood, but it seems that even the nerves are paralyzed by this breath, and the thinking gradually slows down.

Stepping into the iron gate, it was still closed by thick curtains, filled with a gloomy, huge and empty room.

But the lights above the head are much brighter, and the lights of various colors are intertwined, blending into patches of strange colors in the room.

There's no beauty in it, and it's creepily weird.

Under countless lights, the guards lined up by the door made Ange feel like he had entered hell.

Everyone was wearing a mask, standing straight, motionless, like a corpse without consciousness.

"Cough cough...cough cough cough..." A weak cough came from the middle of the room.

Looking closely, a man with long silver hair was sitting beside the sickly clean black desk.

He covered his lips with one hand, his slender and misshapen fingers were slightly bent, his nails were neatly manicured, crystal clear, and glowing with a light white.

His whole body was shrouded in a white mist, and he raised his head slowly, his eyes swept towards An Ge quietly.

Silver gray eyes.

Cold, glassy eyes reflecting hollow colors.

Looking straight at him.

It was like the illusion of being stared at by some kind of reptile. It seemed that with a slight movement, he would be swallowed into his mouth the next second.

"Mr. Ling Bai." Toss knelt on one knee, swearing his loyalty like an ancient knight.

Ange glanced at him, then knelt down behind Toss.

The man let go of the hand on his lips.

Contrary to the pale face, the abnormally bright red lips, thin lips, can faintly see the fresh blood flowing underneath.

The whole person exudes a strange and fearful feeling, and even the voice of speaking is strange and slender: "Where's Weijiu?"

His eyes swept over Ange, and landed on the empty gate.

"Mr. Weijiu has other things to do." Toss smiled, "It's not that he doesn't want to come."

When Ange heard this, he immediately glared at Toss angrily.

Obviously, Wuyin's tone of 300 taels here, on the surface, is to excuse Wei Jiu, but in fact, he is eager to drag him into the water immediately.

Fortunately, Ling Bai didn't seem to care much.

"Ah~~ What a naughty guy..."

A half-naked boy in a silk bathrobe came out from the side room, and put a steaming cup in front of Ling Bai.

The thick bitter smell of medicine immediately stirred in the room.

An Ge frowned slightly, watching as Ling Bai coughed and drank the medicine.

"Cough cough...cough cough..." Slowly put down the cup, the man's eyelashes were half drooping, and he didn't seem to have much energy, "...afraid of being punished, he hid. I don't know if he thought about me when he killed someone. ..."

An Ge immediately widened his eyes:

kill?

Yes, this morning Weijiu shot and killed a few guys from the slums in order to save herself!

but……

Why does Ling Bai's tone seem to be normal?Even a little pampering? !

And... I got the news so soon...

I started to panic a little, the man opposite was looking at me without blinking.

The silver-gray pupils that simply reflected the figure but had no emotion at all made it impossible to guess what he was thinking at this moment.

"Did he kill for you?"

The tone was questioning, but it didn't mean to ask Ange to answer. The man turned his head slightly and rested his chin in one hand.

"What a troublemaker, Ange..." seemed to be smiling, and the smile twisted shadows on his delicate masked face, "It seems that the last time you were punished didn't have any effect, you It's still the same..." After a pause, the man blinked, "...shameless."

Immediately, his blood boiled, and he almost wanted to jump up and punch the man in the face.

But he didn't.

If it was Ange from before, what would he do?

He probably laughed, very charmingly, and took words like shamelessness as a compliment.

Just like now, from the corners of the eyes to the fingertips, and even every strand of hair exudes a seductive fragrance, the beautiful body is wrapped in the light mist, the lips are curved, and there is an enchanting smile.

"He's willing to kill for me, so what can he do, Mr. Ling Bai..." He tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with shameful innocence, "It's not what I want him to do."

Ling Bai looked at him quietly.

The illusion of being entangled by a lizard in an instant, his cold eyes spread sticky cold on his skin.

A look of hostility, even disgust.

Because of Wei Jiu.

Suddenly, it dawned on me that the man standing at the top of the Huaxiao Pyramid was also a fan of Weijiu.

It turns out that Ange and the boss... are rivals in love.

It does not make sense!

I was a bit dumbfounded, but a corner of my heart began to feel sour.

Here it is again, the body feeling that doesn't belong to me is intensified by the man's cold gaze.

An inexplicable thought suddenly flashed through my mind: Wei Jiu is mine!

Startled by this thought, Ange opened his eyes wide.

The man on the opposite side coughed slightly, and said slowly: "Have you had fun outside these few days?"

The topic suddenly jumped from Weijiu to himself, Ange was taken aback for a moment, but soon came back to his senses, and smiled faintly: "Not happy."

"I heard your luggage was stolen."

"Yes."

"And then?" The man narrowed his eyes slightly, "Where did you go when you dumped Garm and Tru?"

Ange's heart skipped a beat.

"Get rid of it?" It seemed a little angry, "They obviously lost my luggage, and they were afraid that I would ask them for compensation and leave me behind!"

"Oh? Really?" Ling Bai raised his eyebrows, "If it's true, I will definitely punish them."

Ange didn't answer, just looked at him.

With a completely clear vision, Ling Bai leaned forward slightly: "After that, where did you go?"

"Chu Nei." He forced himself to look at the man calmly and straightly.

But his heart is not as easy as it looks on the outside.

Why does he seem to know it all?

no, I can not……

I am very careful all the way, absolutely nothing will go wrong!

"Why did you think of going to Chu Nei?" Ling Bai smiled as if making a routine, "Don't you hate that place the most? Could it be that there are people you want to see there?"

"How is it possible?" An Ge's face curved into a smile, but his eyes did not smile, "It's just a coincidence."

"coincide?"

"I saw someone carrying a luggage bag exactly like mine, and followed him onto the train. It turned out that the bag was not mine, and the train had already started. There was no way I was taken to the storage room."

"and then?"

"I met a group of bastards there... Oh, that was a nightmare, and I don't want to talk about it anymore." The boy lowered his head, with a trace of sadness in his eyes, "I never want to go back to that place in the future."

"Those bastards?" Ling Bai smiled faintly, "Are they the ones that Wei Jiu shot and killed this morning?"

His heart slowed down by half a beat, Ange nodded seriously: "Yes, they are the ones who recognized my Hua Xiao, and they want to exchange me for money."

"You seem to have missed a lot of details." Ling Bai blinked, "For example, how did you spend that night in Chu Nei, and how did you spend last night..." As he spoke, he blushed Her lips curled up, "Do you need... let me tell you bit by bit?"

27. Mawson

In an instant, my mind went blank.

Secretly clenched fingers:

Impossible...he couldn't possibly know.

He was with Xiu and the others, he couldn't possibly know!

However, there was an aura of confidence emanating from the man, as well as the irony in his eyes because of his certainty.

It seemed that everything was under his control, and he was just an ugly ant under his nose.

"You...what are you going to tell me?" He managed to pull himself together, but still maintained an indistinct smile on his face.

"I just want to remind you that you missed the important part." Ling Bai tilted his head, dragging his fingers on one side of his cheek, "I like listening to stories, and I hope you can tell them to me carefully."

"There's nothing to talk about." Looking straight at him, "It's just a boring and empty night."

"What kind of person are you with?"

"A lot of men, which one do you want me to say?" Ange smiled slightly, "But I seem to have forgotten their names, and I can't even remember their faces... just a bunch of boring men."

"Really?" Ling Bai raised his eyes slightly.

Seeing my own shadow in the man's eyes.

Flustered and pale, but forcibly pretending to be calm.

"Can't I have a little personal freedom?" Slightly made a tough gesture.

But Ling Bai just smiled and coughed lightly: "I can't."

The heart constricted instantly.

"Hua Xiao's male actor can't keep secrets." Contemptuously, with a smiling tone, his silver eyes slightly turned to the side, "Mo Sen, you can come out now."

Immediately froze, looked at Ling Bai in surprise.

Mawson?

He didn't pay attention to the person who had been following him when he was in the slums, because since he met Joseph and his group, he couldn't feel the slightest sign of that guy.

It's not that he didn't think that maybe he was sent by Ling Bai to monitor him, but he has already been thrown away, so there is no need to care about it.

But now Ling Bai suddenly called out an unfamiliar name.

Perhaps his certainty and self-confidence, his superior attitude of controlling everything all come from this guy named Mo Sen.

His breathing was almost stagnant, and he was overwhelmed by the huge sense of crisis.

Subconsciously looking back, a door slowly opened in the corner where the light couldn't intertwine, where the gray shadows engulfed it.

A ghostly, silent shadow that appeared by the door.

The rich gray infused by the ambiguous light beams is a little bit clear in Ange's sight.

A thin and slender man, without a broad frame, does not make people feel thin.

On the contrary, the well-tailored suit made him stand taller, and the man held a long knife in his hand.

The black samurai sword did not have the slightest gorgeous pattern embellishment, and the handle had been worn out, reflecting a vague and powerless light in the darkness.

No one will feel that this knife is just for decoration.

Even though the man is so empty that it seems that he never existed, the cold air emanating from the knife is enough to make anyone frightened.

Ange smelled blood.

Mixed in the bitter herbal fresh air, there is a faint woody fragrance.

A scent that he was extremely familiar with.

It belongs to the forest, as if given by nature.

When he was very young, he had smelled... a smell that belonged to Raleigh.

When did this taste start to go bad?

I have never noticed that the pure and dry fragrance that has been exposed to the sun will also be soaked in blood, slowly precipitating a long, rich sin.

What bloomed in front of my eyes was the color of large patches of blood.

The man who came out of the darkness, under the interweaving of countless lights, has different shades of light and dark.

Ethereal, weird, illusory, empty...

Layers were stacked on his handsome face, and he looked at himself with eyes that no light could penetrate.

Dark eyes, without the slightest ripple.

"Raleigh..."

Opening his mouth, he finally swallowed the sound in his throat.

It was him.

I never thought that he would appear here, the indifferent breath and the surrounding muddy scenery are so incompatible, yet they blend together so damn well.

There was a frenzy in my heart, and I was surrounded by a huge pain, a kind of pain of being betrayed, abandoned, and stabbed fiercely by the person I trusted the most!

The strong smell of blood made Ange unable to breathe.

Trying to maintain his superficial calm, he looked at the man and watched him approaching him step by step, obviously walking slowly, but seemed to appear beside him in an instant.

Eyelashes drooping slightly, the man respectfully kneeled on one knee: "Mr. Ling Bai."

The voice of swearing allegiance carried the hollow magnetism unique to men.

His heart was stabbed severely, and he looked at him without blinking.

On the opposite side, Ling Bai's lips curled into a playful smile: "You can get up now, Mo Sen, maybe you know An Ge?"

"More than acquaintance." Forced himself to smile, as if wearing a mask, "We are very familiar, aren't we? Mr. Mawson." The title "Mr. Mawson" was deliberately emphasized, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

"Our little beauty seems to be angry, Mo Sen?" Ling Bai coughed lightly, tilting his head, "You seem to have offended him."

The man stood up, bowing his head silently.

"You probably didn't tell Ange your real identity." Ling Bai smiled and looked at Ange, "Mosen Snedap, the best bodyguard and killer in the industry, I hired him to protect you Be safe, and monitor your whereabouts by the way, you know, I don't trust you, Ange." His eyes turned cold, "Requesting to go out for no reason, using excuses to get rid of Garm and Tru, what the hell are you doing? ?”

"What the hell am I doing, shouldn't you be very clear?" An Ge shrugged, "At least, he knows it all."

Looking at Raleigh, he looked at him coldly.

He swore that if he dared to reveal a word, he would die with him in this place.

The man just glanced at him uninterestedly.

"Tell me, Mo Sen..." Ling Bai looked at him with silver-gray eyes without blinking, "Is Ange lying, and where has he gone?"

It was quiet.

Ange could almost hear his own heartbeat.

It was beating rapidly, resisting the urge to explode soon.

Then, he saw the man turn his head and look straight at himself.

The black eyes that could not reflect the slightest brilliance seemed to be as deep as sucking him in.

"Yes..." An indifferent voice said, "He lied."

In an instant, the brain went blank, and the blood in the whole body almost exploded.

Immediately, endure to the limit.

I wanted to grab this guy by the throat so that he would never be able to speak.

But the man opposite suddenly took a step forward and raised his chin with one hand.

Looking down at him, with his unfocused eyes: "He has been with me these two days."

He froze for a moment, and opened his eyes wide for no reason.

Ling Bai at the side suddenly burst out laughing: "Haha...hahahaha...I guessed it a long time ago, Mo Sen. Maybe no one can resist the temptation of this guy, even you who are not interested in anything at all That’s right, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha… If I had known this, I would have given this kid to you, lest he seduce men everywhere and cause trouble.”

Let go of the hand holding An Ge's chin, the man turned his head and looked at Ling Bai expressionlessly.

"It's just that I don't understand one thing." Ling Bai put his chin in his hands, "Why did you leave him this morning? Why did Wei Jiu appear there?"

"Because he gave me twice as much as you." There was no ups and downs in the answer.

"So you told him about An Ge's whereabouts?!" The man's voice suddenly rose, "Do you know how much trouble he would cause with his impulsive personality?! He shot and killed four people! In broad daylight!! Even if I can bribe the court to acquit him in the name of self-defense, how do you ask me to explain to the public when this happened to Hua Xiao’s actor?!”

He didn't listen to Ling Bai's words at all, and the man's expression never changed.

"It has nothing to do with me." He put one hand in his pocket, "I just collect money to complete the task."

"mission accomplished