The villain stole the heartthrob script [Wear the book]

It's always difficult to fall asleep when you are thinking wildly, and it's not clear when you fall asleep, but it's no surprise that Xie Li dreamed of that familiar face again.

The first time I saw He Yu was at the foot of Luoyue Mountain.

At that time, Xie Li was also in his early even-numbered age. He had just killed the previous Demon Lord, and his reputation was notorious. It was rumored that mentioning his name would stop children from crying at night.

However, this new demon king is so elusive that few people can see his true face.

When I met He Yu, it was a rainy day.

At that time, Xie Li had just killed the subordinates of the old devil, and he was in a good mood. After washing off the blood, he went down to Luoyue Mountain and lay down on a boat to swim in the lake.

Green mountains and green lakes, the continuous drizzle fell on the sleeves and gradually wet the large areas.No one would have guessed that this quiet and handsome young man was the famous Demon Venerable Fan who killed people like hemp.

His skill is extremely high, almost unmatched by anyone in the world, but often he is too lazy to use it, so he let the drizzle soak it up, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The young man's eyes are clear, even if a veil is half covered, the curvature of the side face that is faintly revealed when the wind passes is enough to see the extraordinary face underneath.

On the side, children from aristocratic families from the south of the Yangtze River gathered together in the lake pavilion to enjoy the mist and rain, and soon someone followed him.

"Who is that person?"

"Looking at the figure, we should not know each other."

"Second Young Master, are you interested?"

"Hmph, I, Shen Er, am not so ridiculous yet."

……

The voice in the booth was not loud, but Xie Li could hear it clearly.

He found it interesting, so he allowed the figure under the boat to approach and control the boat, and was obediently taken away by "stunned".

"Second Young Master, the reward we agreed on..."

"Give it to him." The man sneered.

The other party was overjoyed: "Thank you, Second Young Master! We keep our word! We will never put today's matter—"

There was a slight sound of breaking through the air, and with a "chi", Xie Li smelled the smell of blood.

He still leaned against the tree with his eyes closed, motionless, but the corners of his mouth curved strangely.

"Go back."

"Yes."

Shen Er shook his folding fan, glanced contemptuously at the distorted corpse on the ground, then raised his eyes, and greedily looked at the unconscious beauty by the tree.

I thought it would be amazing to see it from a distance when I was walking across the lake, but I didn't expect that when I got close, I felt that my eyes were hard to move.

Zhuyeqing's clothes were wet from the rain, and the neckline was slightly parted, revealing the beautifully folded collarbone.Looking up, there are lightly curved lips...and a pair of sentimental eyes that seem to be smiling but not smiling.

Shen Er was startled, his eyes widened and he was about to speak, but his neck was suddenly hit by gravity, he rolled his eyes and passed out immediately.

Xie Lishang lowered his eyes, suppressing the astonished killing intent in his eyes, he didn't even notice the presence of the person coming.

The dream began to be blurred, only that figure was like cold snow, his eyebrows and eyes could not be seen clearly against the light, and there was only one voice, cold and deep: "There is something wrong."

Xie Li remained calm and calm, and when he raised his face, he smiled gently, grateful: "It's okay, thank you very much..."

He asked: "May I ask your honorable name? Where do you live? I will definitely come to thank you someday!"

The man seemed indifferent by nature, he only frowned and said two words: "He Yu."

"Thank you Mr. He," Xie Li looked at him with a smile, "Just call me Ah Li."

……

"Xie Li... Xie Li?"

Someone whispered his name next to his ear.

Xie Li opened his eyes in an instant, dizzy, he quickly closed his eyes again, frowned and snorted.

He Yu frowned: "You seem to have a fever."

Needless to say, Xie Li himself sensed something was wrong.His breath was scorching hot, and his body was also extremely hot.

He rolled his throat, and his voice was hoarse when he spoke: "What time is it?"

He Yu glanced at the time: "02:30 in the morning."

At this point, the nearest hospital may have to drive for more than an hour to get there.

Xie Li slowly squinted his eyes. Sure enough, it was still dark outside the window. He breathed out a foul breath, supported himself to sit up, and got out of bed.

He Yu was taken aback: "What are you going to do?"

Xie Li ignored him, went straight into the bathroom, and closed the door.

The sound of water started to make an uproar, and after a while, Xie Li put on some clothes and came out, closed his eyes and fell on the bed, smelled carefully that there was no smell of sweat, then turned over and rolled under the quilt.

He Yu glanced at his wet hair, and said in a low voice, "If you don't dry your hair, it will burn even worse."

Xie Li's mind was muddled, but it seemed that he thought he was noisy, so he frowned and pulled the quilt to cover his face.

He Yu had no choice but to turn around and go into the bathroom. After struggling for a long time, he found a hair dryer. He went to his bed and plugged it in: "Dry your hair."

The person on the bed didn't move, only his breathing fluctuated slightly.

He Yu struggled while holding the hair dryer, finally gritted his teeth and pulled the person out of the quilt, put him on his lap, and said in a low voice, "If you wake up tomorrow and scold me, I'll tell you what happened tonight."

The other party didn't know if he heard it clearly, so he closed his eyes and sneered.

His breath was scorching hot, and his ears and face flushed. He Yu took a breath, turned on the hair dryer, and blew his hair.

The wet hair was blown away by the wind, softly brushed against the fingers, a little itchy.

He Yu pursed the corners of his mouth, and involuntarily looked at the other's tightly closed eyelashes.Such a moody, cold and undisciplined person can be weak even when he is sick.

"Hot." Xie Li said suddenly.

He Yu was startled, and quickly regained consciousness, removed the hair dryer, changed the angle, and stroked his hair.

He stared at the hair dryer seriously for a while, then raised his head, but met a pair of slightly squinted eyes.

He Yu's heart skipped a beat: "...What are you doing?"

"What kind of god are you going?"

"No." He Yu lowered his head, "Turn over."

Xie Li then turned his head on his lap and closed his eyes again, with a distinct nasal sound in his voice: "Hurry up."

He Yu pursed his lips, neither spoke nor raised his head, as if he was not blowing someone's hair, but making some handicraft.

I don't know how long it has been blowing, but the person lying down seems to have fallen asleep, and the breath rubbing against the skin of his knees is hot.

He Yu slowed down a bit and looked up.

Xie Li did have a ostentatious face, with narrow brows and eyes, when he looked at people, he always seemed to be smiling, affectionate and ruthless.He Yu remembered that when he first met him, he was deceived by this person's appearance and mistakenly thought he was a good person.

He frowned, and was about to turn off the hair dryer and go back to sleep, when he looked away, he suddenly caught something, and subconsciously turned back uncontrollably.

Under the dim moonlight, there was a dark red mole on the side of Xie Li's neck under the ear, which fell on the carotid artery, and it rose and fell slightly with breathing.

He Yu stared blankly at the mole, lost in thought.

"looking at what."

Xie Li still had his eyes closed, but his voice was cold.

He Yu's back stiffened, surprised at his sharp perception, and whispered, "You have a mole under your right ear."

I don't know why, after he finished saying this, the other party was silent for a while, then rolled over from his lap and rolled back onto the pillow, eyes still closed: "Sleep."

"Oh."

He Yu replied reluctantly, and held his breath for a while, but the other party really didn't move, so he turned around and quietly went back to the sofa to lie down.

...Where did I see it, he thought.

After a night of disturbing dreams, when I woke up again, the sky was already bright.

Xie Li was awakened in a daze by the sound of water in the bathroom, and pulled the quilt angrily, wanting to go back to sleep.

After about a few minutes, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, but the sound of footsteps approached: "Have you lost your fever?"

Xie Li's voice was muffled under the quilt, with a hostile voice: "Get lost."

Before coming, He Yu was reminded by Butler Zhao that Xie Li has the urge to wake up, and he should obey when he just wakes up in the morning.

So he endured it, and waited until the person calmed down and sat up from the bed impatiently, and then continued: "Butler Zhao just called and said that Grandpa Xie wants to see you."

Xie Li frowned: "Who?"

"Thank... your grandpa."

Xie Henghai, the head of the Xie family, the most prosperous art family in City A and even in the country, has a lot of peaches and plums in the family, including Cheng Yiming, a piano master who is well-known in the art world, and KELAN, a master of Chinese painting.

Xie Li exited the Baidu entry, clicked his tongue, and looked out the car window at the constantly receding scenery.

The driver is Xie Li's man. He glanced over from the car mirror and hesitated: "Master, Mr. Xie seems to know what happened last night."

"Last night? What happened."

"You want 100 million from Mr. Meng."

Xie Li narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully: "The news is fast enough."

The driver didn't dare to answer, and said after a while: "By the way, Mr. Xie also said, let Young Master He go there too."

He Yu was stunned for a moment: "Me?"

The driver responded, hesitantly: "Mr. Xie seems to think that you are..."

He stopped talking, and said hastily: "In short, you will know when you arrive."

Xie Li narrowed his eyes.