I have become the white moonlight of the iceberg boss [Rebirth]

The gloved man was silent for a long time, but still took the teacup Luo Chongyan handed over, lowered his head and took a sip.

Just as Shi Zhou was about to put down the water glass, Luo Chongyan blinked his eyes a few more times, acting like a baby to him silently, with the words "Drink it up if you like it" written all over his eyes.

Yue Ming and Cheng Dong, who were standing behind the two, looked at each other, and they both saw smiles that couldn't be concealed from each other. This was the first time that the husband was pushed out of the shelves, and he couldn't refuse.

Several tablespoons of honey were added to the steaming passion fruit juice, and Luo Chongyan also added a little raisins and nutlets, completely messing around on his own.

Shi Zhou, who never drank much milk tea and fruit juices, took a sip, and took another sip looking at those little eyes.

It was already an hour later when I drank the big glass full of juice slowly, and the hot juice was cold.

The bustle of the people in the lobby on the first floor had nothing to do with them, Luo Chongyan stared at Shi Zhou, not wanting to let go of any subtle expression on his face.

Especially after drinking, the dried fruit accumulated at the bottom of the cup was drunk into the mouth, and every mouthful had to be chewed several times before swallowing.

Cheng Dong behind him almost burst out laughing, but he didn't dare to make a sound. He lowered his head and laughed lower and lower, wishing he could bury himself in the ground and laugh enough.

No one can subdue Mr., but he was poured down by a glass of sweet and sour juice.

Shi Zhou finished drinking the juice, put down the glass and walked out the next second, as if the sofa was going to catch fire in a while.

Cheng Dong hurriedly chased after him, and took a big glass of warm water for Shi Zhou by the way.

"Young Master, you know that Mister never drinks..." Yue Ming looked at the glass that was almost the same size as a beer mug, but he didn't expect Mister to finish drinking it.

Luo Chongyan picked up the cup that Shi Zhou had finished drinking, handed it to Yue Ming, opened another door and walked out.

"It's over, and it's time to do our business."

Yue Ming put away the cup, put on the invisible headset, sent Luo Chongyan to a room and left quietly.

Luo Chongyan changed into a dark red suit, pushed away the chair in front of the table, picked up a brush and dabbed it with white oil paint on his face.

Luo Chongyan tied up all his hair, put on a colorful afro head, and wore a colorful performance costume with small sequins on his body, and even replaced his shoes with long pointed shoes. His thighs were bound with wire rope.

Luo Chongyan in the mirror looked at the smile spreading across his face, and used a red brush to complete the last touch. After putting on the same headset as Yue Ming, he put on non-slip gloves, picked up a small black box and whispered leave.

The annual meeting is coming to an end, some people are drunk and collapsed on the sofa, staring in a daze, suddenly all the lights on the first floor are dimmed, the host said that the biggest surprise of the night is coming - the performer is a person who does not want to disclose Name of Mr.

"What do you mean?" Someone asked while holding his dizzy head.

"Who?"

"It's quite mysterious, it's so dark that you can't see anything."

"Isn't it the one who wants to perform?"

"How is it possible, my male god must have left long ago."

The eyes of everyone chatting were attracted by a beam of light on the stage, and the things behind the beam were blocked by a layer of curtains.

The beam of light suddenly turned from the curtain to the top, and everyone's eyes were drawn to the sky.

"Hello, everyone." An ethereal and crisp voice sounded from above, and then a person in a colorful clown costume hung the wire and landed about one meter above the place name on the stage.

"Wow——" Someone was surprised, but they didn't expect that the way this clown appeared was quite pretending/forceful.

The clown turned around and greeted everyone with his arms outstretched.

The curtain behind him was slowly opened, and everyone who saw the picture covered their mouths subconsciously. No one thought that there was a large round wooden board behind the screen, and a man dressed as a clown like him was fixed on the wooden board. .

"Why do I feel that clown on the board, I've seen it before?" Someone asked in a low voice.

"What is this for? Juggling?"

"It's the first time I've seen people doing acrobatics at the annual meeting. It's kind of interesting."

"Who is that hanging clown? The one on the board is too unprofessional, look at that potbellied figure, the clown outfit looks like a ball!"

The fat clown lying on the board opened his eyes and looked at many familiar faces. He couldn't help but want to shake it, but the rope was so strong that he couldn't move even a centimeter.

The headset in his ear was still talking to him without listening, telling him to be quiet and not move.

The clown hanging from the wire opened the small box hanging on his waist, revealing ten darts tied with red ribbons, and showed it to the audience.

"Fuck, it's such a big game?!" Some people were stunned. This kind of non-professionals would not dare to play. If they threw the split... the one on the board would be completely cold.

"Is this too dangerous?"

"What are you worried about? If he dares to perform, it means he has practiced!"

"Throw one!" Someone in the audience shouted loudly who didn't think it was a big deal.

"Ten knives, wherever you point, I'll throw them there." The clown hanging from the wire spoke again.

"No...don't..." The clown lying on the round board had both eyeballs congested and about to burst, and he was terrified.

"Don't move around, my young master has practiced the technique, and nothing will happen to you."

"But the fish on the chopping board is flailing wildly, so don't blame the sword for having no eyes."

The chubby clown was trembling with all his nerves, half of the light was on his side, and the other side was on the clown in the air.

The round plate began to rotate slowly, and the fat clown felt himself spinning, every hair on his body was trembling. He was so frightened that he didn't close his eyes, staring at the clown who was upside down and normal for a while and pulled out a dart from the box.

"I'm going to start." The clown who was hanging the wire showed a crazy smile, his eyes showed evil spirits, and he held the dart and stared at the slowly rotating round wooden board in front of him.

"Throw him to the left!" At this moment, someone was so attracted that he was sober and shouted.

"Then to the left—" The clown's ethereal voice resounded through the audience before the dart in his hand was thrown out.

All eyes were on the dart tied with a red ribbon and it flew across to the left of the board.

"Boom—" The dart chiseled five centimeters above the clown's left hand.

"Good!" The audience applauded and applauded, this technique is indeed professional.

The fat clown closed his eyes and was sweating all over. He didn't realize that the imaginary pain didn't come through until someone shouted the direction again.

But before he could relax for a second, the next dart flew over again.

The nerves of the fat clown, who were shaking into a sieve, were completely crushed by the darts that were thrown from his eyeballs one after another. His whole body was wet, and even his pants/crotch were soaked in a large area.

"I... I was wrong..." the fat clown said with a trembling voice.

"I don't dare anymore, please let me go..."

Yue Ming listened to his intermittent nonsense in the background, and snorted softly to mock him: "I knew I was wrong at this time? When I chose to betray, I didn't expect such a day to come?"

"I said... I can say everything, please let me go!"

"It's Master Six, Master Zhuo!"

"Boom—" Another dart hit near the bottom of his feet.

There were three darts left in the Wia clown's hand. Hearing his trembling voice, Luo Chongyan turned around to signal the audience to be quiet.

"If you say one more word, the chances of me letting you go will increase." The clown's ethereal voice sounded again, obviously speaking to the fat clown on the chopping board.

This time, there was something wrong with someone's character in the audience. Even though the fat clown's face was exaggerated, he could feel the panic and fear emanating from the bottom of his heart without looking at his face.

"what happened?"

"That fat man looks like... Director Gao."

"Didn't it say that the senior director made a mistake and was suspended for investigation? How could it be...?"

"I..." The fat man seemed to have a little bit of concern, the Wia clown raised his arm when he saw this, and the dart hit the place where his legs were separated.

"Ah—" the fat clown screamed, feeling the danger and twitching a few times.

The dart was chiseled one inch below, and even the fabric of his trousers was nailed to the wooden board. If the dart was an inch higher, this man might die.

"Woo..." The fat clown couldn't help whimpering, the Wia clown obviously didn't want to hear him cry, another dart hit his fleshy ear and nailed it.

"You still have one last chance..." Wia Clown played with the last one, watching him with a playful smile again.

"I said... I said..." The fat clown was crying and trembling, talking about how he passed the information he got to his contact person, how much he received for his position, and harassed/threatened Passed the men and women under his command.

He has been in the IPF longer than Shi Zhou has been on stage, and he does things extremely covertly so that no one will catch him, and he doesn't know how he was exposed...

Listening to his words, the audience threw empty wine bottles at him, splashed water and threw melon skins at him, and even a girl took off her high heels and threw him in the face!

"Get out of IPF!"

"IPF doesn't need scum like you!"

"Hoo--" The last dart in Luo Chongyan's hand scratched at his hair, and he tried his best, as if he wanted to nail him to this shame/disgrace/pillar forever.

He wants him to never forget today in his life.

He wanted them all to know what would happen if they betrayed his faith!

"Luo Chongyan!" When Shi Zhou just came out of the lounge, he saw that the dart almost hit the senior director's forehead, and the only blood on his face was scared away.

Cheng Dong didn't expect how the originally good annual meeting turned into a penalty field in the end.

Only then did he realize why the young master kept letting the husband drink the juice, why did the husband spit and rinse his mouth in the bathroom and finally went to the lounge to take a shower, did the young master calculate all of this?

"You...how could you do such a thing?" Shi Zhou walked over, looked up at Luo Chongyan, who was a head taller than him, and gathered angry, remorseful, impatient and fearful eyes.

Luo Chongyan stretched out his hand to want Shi Zhou to hug him down, but he saw a trace of fear in Shi Zhou's eyes.

Brother Zhou, are you afraid of him?

"Are you... afraid of me?" Luo Chongyan turned cold, and even the little face with the clown painted on it became hideous.

Cheng Dong pulled out Yue Ming from the backstage and asked him to deal with the other spectators at the scene with him first. No one is allowed to take pictures of this kind of thing, and even all of them, including the waiters, have to keep their mouths shut.

Shi Zhou frowned, no.

He was obviously not afraid of him.

"Hehe..." Luo Chongyan lowered his head and grinned, are you afraid of me?

My brother Zhou, are you afraid of me?

"You're afraid of me...haha..." Luo Chongyan pulled off the wig on his head, raised his head and smiled.

He took out a spare dart from behind, held it in his hand, and the dazzling red was flying in the air...

"Chongyan! Don't—"