Rebirth is waiting for you to torture me

He doesn't have his feminine and cold temperament.

Han Ma's eyes were sharp, and she saw a few blood stains on the boy's clothes at a glance, as well as a few scratches on the backs of his hands, which looked like marks left after a fight.

How could a six-year-old son get involved with that kind of person? No matter how Mother Ren Han asked this, the baby son's mouth was tightly closed like a clam shell, and he refused to say a word.

Han's mother and Han's father felt that after the son's head fell this time, he was a little different from before. He was much more silent than before, and he was not as cheerful and obedient as before. It seemed that there were many more secrets.

Hit the brain sequelae?

"Where is brother going?" Two-year-old Han Xixue sat in her mother's arms, raised her head, turned her big black eyes, and flashed question marks.

"Brother isn't going anywhere." Han's mother smiled and coaxed her obedient daughter: "Baby, mom and dad are talking to my brother about business. Baby eat the egg roll first, okay?"

"Okay." Han Xixue nodded, focusing on her breakfast.

Listening to his parents' opinions, Han Qiubai fell into deep thought.

In all honesty, he had thought that in this life after rebirth, it would be best not to meet the Xiao family father and son again. After all, he does not have self-masochism, nor is he a masochist, and it would be of no benefit to him to have a relationship with the Xiao family. .

But who knew, he met Xiao Jingliu so early and was totally caught off guard.

He deeply regretted that he couldn't help chasing Xiao Jingliu's figure that day.

The previous life had too much influence on him, no matter what, he died under such circumstances, and he couldn't completely shake off Xiao Jingliu's shadow for a while.

He doesn't know what will happen in the future, but he knows that the intersection between him and Xiao Jingliu has changed because of his rebirth.

Rubbing his forehead, the six-year-old boy let out a breath.

Meeting 19 years in advance...

"I want to go." He made a decision after consideration.

Even if the intersection of fate has changed, Xiao Jingliu's character will not change.

He was already surprised that he let him go that day.

It turns out that the follow-up is here.

Looking at the invitation letter on the table, thinking about the phone call last night, and the man's soft and cold voice, Han Qiubai's eyes were firm and deep.

He couldn't bet the lives of his whole family, he couldn't afford it.

Xiao Jingliu, what kind of person were you 29 years ago?

I would like to know.

The author has something to say: Long live the age difference, yeah~~

4. Chapter 4...

There is no bedroom with lights on, only the bright moonlight shining in from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Irregular groans and gasps came from the darkness, accompanied by hums of unknown meaning, and ended with a low, muffled roar.

After he subsided, the man got up from the bed and walked in the darkness naked. The bedroom was very spacious. Half of the luxurious decorations in the room could be seen through the clear light of the moonlight. The bottom reveals perfect proportions.

Lying on the bed, the man who hadn't completely recovered from the aftertaste of passion whistled, his eyes flickered with undisguised admiration, and boasted from the bottom of his heart: "It's a waste to have an enviable figure on you." .Prince, you might as well give it to me."

The man's eyes were clear and magnificent, and a cold light flashed in the darkness. Before stepping into the bathroom, he held onto the door frame and said two words: "Okay."

The man on the bed suddenly petrified as if he had swallowed a big pear.

After rinsing, Xiao Jingliu came out wrapped in a towel, and didn't wipe his wet hair. He looked up at the man on the bed, and frowned: "You haven't left yet?"

A flock of crows flew over the head of the dazed man on the bed, spat a curse word in a low voice, got up and flashed into the bathroom as fast as he could, and didn't forget to call out before closing the door: "Wait for me, I'll be fine soon!"

He said it was right away, and the bathroom door opened almost as soon as it was closed.

Xiao Jing didn't even finish half a cigarette, when he saw the bed partner who had finished washing rushed out grabbing a clean towel.

"Xiao Jingliu!" The man's voice was deep and magnetic, his face was excited and his eyes were shining, he rushed towards him, and he looked like a sheep pounced on a wolf. His two sheep's claws pinched the calm-faced man's shoulders: "What did you just say? Really? Are you really willing to give me your body?"

He asked eagerly.

Because she was so pleasantly surprised, even the fear and taboo of the beautiful man in front of her were completely forgotten.

Xiao Jingliu raised his eyelids without blinking. The remaining half of the cigarette in his hand was pressed directly on the man's open arm. In the next second, his hand was flying, and he didn't see any movement, but saw a large object It was thrown out of the sky, and hit the wall with a "bang", making a loud noise.

The man yelled out in pain, clutching his scalded arm and rolling on the ground, his bones were about to burst.

"Get out within 5 minutes." The cold and clear voice was as heartless as running water.

The tenth happens to be the weekend.

Han Qianze drove his son to the place on the invitation letter, and he still did not give up persuading his son to change his decision along the way, but no matter how hard he tried, his precious son was not moved.

This kid wasn't like this before.

Father Han died in depression.

Could it be that the rebellious period has arrived early?Impossible, my son is only six years old, no matter how early he is, it is impossible to rebel so early.

Impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible.

Putting aside the messy thoughts, Dad Han drove to the destination quickly. After finding a good place to park, the father and son stood together in front of a towering western-style building, blowing the cold wind with their heads up.

Xiao Group?

Is this financial strength too strong?

After entering the building, I explained my purpose at the reception desk, and after the girl at the front desk confirmed the phone call, I was immediately politely signaled to wait a bit, and someone would come to pick them up soon.

Soon the elevator came down, and a white-collar woman in her thirties with framed glasses walked towards them.

The visitor smiled politely and spoke enthusiastically:

"Mr. Han, Young Master Han, this is our first meeting. Welcome to the Xiao Group. I am Liang Yan, the person in charge of the public relations department. Please follow me here."

Han Qiubai took his father's hand and walked behind the woman named Liang Yan, feeling a deep sense of uneasiness in his heart again.

The Xiao family has always been entrenched in the old city, and the head office of the Xiao Group is also in the old city. He clearly remembers that the Xiao Group entered the new city only after he was imprisoned. With his rebirth, he entered the Xincheng side 20 years ahead of schedule.

This is so unreasonable!

History should be irreversible. He couldn't remember where he heard such words.

If this sentence is true, how to explain everything in front of you?

Han Qiubai felt that he had fallen into the act of an absurd drama, and everything he saw was absurd.

10

"CUT—"

The person who looked like a director yelled, and the main and supporting actors who were performing in front immediately showed a relaxed expression.

"OK, this scene is over, everyone, take a break, and shoot the next scene later."

"Yes." There were several mixed responses from the audience.

As soon as Han Qiubai entered here, he was shocked by the full lighting, photography and audio equipment. The venue is not big, but it is not small either. It looks like an indoor studio for scenery.

This is the set of a certain crew.

The three of them watched for a while, and after the director called to stop, the woman who brought them walked over first, and said something in the ear of the director whose back was turned to them, and then saw the director turn to Han Qiubai took a look.

The distance was a bit far, but the first impression he gave Han Qiubai was that he was an artist, with shoulder-length hair tied at the back of his head with a red string, very artistic.

It seemed to be an illusion. When Han Qiubai met the man's gaze, he noticed a sudden light.

He and Dad Han didn't make him wait any longer, the director with an artistic temperament and the assistant beside him explained a few words, then got up and greeted them.

As he got closer, he could see the man's appearance clearly. He was a gentle and handsome young man.

A pair of beautifully shaped, bright and energetic eyes are shining brightly, and the skin is very fair, with a kind of morbid beauty.

"Han Qiubai, right? Hello, nice to meet you, my name is Yue Yun."

The author has something to say: twist~~~

5. Chapter 5...

11

If there was no man named Yue Yun, he would not have fallen into such a miserable situation.

In the past, countless times, when it was unbearable but had to be endured, he really thought so.

If that person... doesn't exist... just fine...

He once thought so viciously.

12

Han Qiubai raised his small face, looked at the smiling face with crooked eyes, slapped his eyelashes, and lowered his gaze. Seeing the hand stretched out in front of him to express friendship, several thoughts flashed through his mind repeatedly, and finally slowly He raised his little hand and slowly approached the thin white hand.

Seeing that he was about to grasp it, Han Qiu's white eyes were like sinking pools, and his little hand suddenly raised high in the opposite direction, and it was about to fall with the force of wind and thunder——

"let me go!"

His small body suddenly flew into the air, and someone grabbed his collar from behind and grabbed him in mid-air. He had no way to use his strength and lost his freedom.

"Xiao?" Yue Yun's face brightened when he saw the visitor, and he said with joy, "Why are you here?"

This person has never been on set since the two met.

"Let's see if this kid is obedient. By the way, I will pay off your debt." The cold, clear and pleasant voice was gentle and soft, like a spring of ice.

Xiao Jingliu?

Han Qiubai's heart thumped for a moment, remembering that he was still held hostage by the other party, his little face suddenly turned black.

He actually let him make such a big show in front of Yue Yun