love, don't bother

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The onlookers watched Nuoer enter the dark building doorway, and they couldn't tell what it was like, but they always felt that the place where this blond young man should appear was the brightly lit banquet hall, not the place full of decaying atmosphere. dilapidated neighborhood.

The emotion in my heart was not over yet, and I don't know who's gasping in horror drew everyone's attention back.

Their eyes fell back to the red trot with the two oily buns on it, and before they had time to take another look at the smooth lines of the luxury car, they scattered like birds and beasts.

All of them run fast, for fear that if they are a step too slow, they will be caught by the car owner and taken advantage of.They don't have the money to pay for car washes.

Noel rented six floors, and the stairs were all high. The height of the six floors was almost equal to the height of a seven-story building.

There is no elevator in the old building, and there is only one tall and small window in the corridor, which can cast some faint light, and most of the remaining stairs are hidden in the dark.

Noel was not in a hurry, and slowly climbed the stairs, with a casual posture as if he was visiting a beautiful garden, as if he had no idea what was waiting for him.

When he turned to the corner of the fifth and sixth floors, Noel stopped in his tracks.

He stood in the dead corner of the corner, watching the door of the house temporarily belonging to him open, and the light from the room dispelled a small piece of darkness at the door.

Noel could even see tiny specks of dust floating in the air under the light.Loud voices echoed throughout the corridor from the house.

Noel closed his eyes and counted the voices he heard bit by bit on his toes.

Nine voices, nine people.

It was the same number as he had judged when he saw the three cars just now.With the tip of his ear, he recognized the arrogant voice last night from a bunch of flattering voices.

Is that Song Sanshao?I really found it.

Thin lips slowly evoked a happy smile, Nuoer gently touched the outline of his face, it wasn't too pretty, why did he miss it?

The white one can see the blue-purple capillary eyelids slowly opening a little, revealing the covered blue eyes.

I don't know if it's a problem with the light, but those blue eyes that looked as blue as the sky turned into a deep sea filled with storms.

There seemed to be something hidden in the dark light, which made the smile on Nuo Er's face become strange.

The slender fingers slowly came from the cheeks to the buttons on the neck, and the white fingertips played with the small buttons.

One, two, three, revealing the slender neck.

There is a circle of dark red and blue finger marks on the neck, like a beautiful dark red velvet choker.

At this time, Noel is like a demon who lives in the dark and is used to playing games in the world.

But when he took a step forward and his whole body was bathed in the sunlight, his strange aura dissipated completely, and he became a pure and beautiful angel again.

The house Nuoer rented was not big, it was less than [-] square meters in the old layout with two bedrooms and one living room. Standing at the door, he could clearly see the room with a few pieces of old furniture.

At this time, on the old-fashioned wooden sofa in the small living room, a young man dressed in black and full of shiny sequins was sitting with a big sword.

The young man crossed his legs, put one hand on the back of the sofa, and squeezed a cigarette in the other, puffing on his face impatiently and cursing something.

The other eight tall and burly bodyguards in black suits were scattered in the living room, crowding the small space to the brim.

"Damn, that old man is quite capable of tossing around. What time is it, why hasn't that little thing come home yet? Could it be that he tossed me to death? I haven't tasted it yet. "

The young man extinguished the remaining half of the cigarette in the bowl brought by the bodyguard, raised his eyes, saw Nuo Er standing by the door, and smiled.

"You belong to Cao Cao, I'm only thinking of you, so you get out of here. Okay, come here, let me take a good look at how you are being hurt by that old man?"

Song Sanshao waved to Nuo Er who was standing at the door, the casual and frivolous energy was the same as greeting a kitten or puppy.

Perhaps in Song Sanshao's eyes, Nuo Er is just a good-looking pet with a fierce personality.

The bodyguards around him laughed in unison, and looked at Noel from head to toe with malicious eyes, and when they fell on the circle around his neck, some people whistled frivolously.

"Hey, third young master, look at the neck of this little thing, tsk tsk tsk, the play is really intense."

"Haha, I can still go home like this, it seems that the old man can't do it."

"It's definitely not good to compare with our third young master. Hey, boy, do you regret that you didn't go with our third young master yesterday, and left with that old man?"

Nuo Er's eyes were light and he didn't respond, as if those humiliating voices were the buzzing of mosquitoes, and he didn't bother to care about them.

Noel walked over to the long, peeling TV cabinet and sat down.The TV cabinet was only as high as his calves, and his long legs were pushed forward, with his elbows resting on his knees, and his body was slightly lowered.

Half of his face was hidden in the shadows, and the transparent layout of the north and south made the room extraordinarily bright.

The sunlight is reflected in the blue eyes, and the brilliance flowing under it is indifferent and alienated, like very beautiful but cold glass beads.

Slowly looking up at Song Sanshao, who was facing the stars and moons with his blue eyes, he tilted his head slightly, showing a puzzled expression.

"Why do you still dare to appear in front of me?"

Nuoer's words were really inexplicable to the ears of Song Sanshao and the bodyguards, and the word "dare" made people laugh even more.

Song Sanshao was the first to laugh. He asked someone to check Nuoer's information when he went back yesterday.Just a poor boy who came to Mei City to study at the Pheasant University, does he really think he is someone?

Song Sanshao got up slowly, and patted the clothes that had just touched the sofa as if they thought they were dirty.He took out a bag from his pocket, knocked out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"The temper is quite arrogant, Cheng, I like pricking my hands, San Shao, so it tastes good enough."

"Boy, do you want to follow me? Learn to paint and spend money. Is being a waiter enough for you to buy paint? You followed the third master, and the third master will definitely not treat you badly, huh?"

"No ill treatment?" Nuo Er seemed to have heard something interesting, and smiled. In an instant, the bright smile transformed the entire dilapidated house into a shining filter.

"Why don't you treat me badly?" Noel tilted his head and smiled, his eyes were pure and clear that had not been soaked.

I have to say that Noel's face is really too handsome, like the proud work of an artist.

Song Sanshao's eyes were straightened, and the tip of his tongue was gliding along the sequence of teeth.He visited an art gallery with an art appreciation student before, and there were many messy paintings in it, but he only remembered a painting of Apollo, the ancient Greek god of the sun.

The god in the painting has blond hair and blue eyes, and is extremely handsome.And the young man in front of him is like a blond god walking down from that painting.

Song Sanshao hooked his fingers at the bodyguard next to him, and his eyes fell on Nuo Er with malicious salivation.

"Hehe, I don't treat you badly. It's just that the third young master can take good care of you and pamper you. You don't have to do anything. As long as you follow the third young master, you will have prosperity and wealth. How about it? Are you moved?"

The bodyguard on the side hurriedly bowed his head and leaned over to light the fire for him. Song Sanshao's pale and wimpy fingertips held a little scarlet.

While swallowing the clouds, Song Sanshao's hazy face was filled with condescending charity.

Noel doesn't smoke and doesn't like the smell of smoke.

Song Sanshao's insulting nonsense didn't make him angry, but the pungent smell of tobacco made the smile on his lips fade away.

"Puff out the cigarette."

Nuo Er's voice was not loud, with a normal volume and a flat tone, but Song Sanshao subconsciously went to find the ashtray.

When the cigarette in his hand stretched out to the white bowl holding a cigarette butt aside, Song Sanshao's pupils trembled violently, and he shuddered violently.

How could he be so obedient?How wicked!

Song Sanshao got angry and walked up to Nuo Er in a few steps.With his left hand, he pinched Nuo Er's face hard, and used some strength to pull Nuo Er's face up like a carrot.

He took a deep drag on his cigarette, leaned over slightly, and sprayed Noel in the face maliciously.

Non-smokers are very sensitive to the smell of smoke, let alone being sprayed in the face directly and maliciously.

Nuo Er coughed vigorously, a layer of water mist emerged from his blue eyes, and the washed blue eyes became a little more charming.

Only when Song Sanshao got close did he realize that the face pinched in his hands could be described as beautiful, especially the appearance of tears and red eyes from the smoke, which made people's hearts itchy.

Noel was in excellent shape, without the usual freckles or rough bruises common in whites.His face was so clean that even the pores were barely visible.

Coupled with the clear outline and deep eye sockets, the whole face is bright and beautiful, like a rose in full bloom.Rao Song Sanshao, who is fun to play, has never seen such a beauty.

Thinking about it this way, Song Sanshao became even more angry that Yu Ci cut off his beard last night, making him miss the beauty's first time in vain.

He secretly made a note to Yu Ci in his heart, and waited to get this account back later.

But now, the most important thing is how to take care of this thorny rose.

Song Sanshao's eyes fell on the redness on Nuo Er's neck, his eyes dimmed, he pinched Nuo Er's face and pressed against the TV cabinet.

Nuoer not only did not lie on the TV cabinet as Song Sanshao wished, but sat there without moving.

Song Sanshao was shocked for a moment, looked at his hands, and then at the people under him, as if he didn't understand why they didn't fall down.

Nuoer let out a snort from his throat, the voice was not loud enough for Song Sanshao to hear the contempt clearly.

He held Song Sanshao's wrist, moved his fingers, and easily squeezed Song Sanshao, baring his teeth and screaming in pain.

Nuoer flicked his hand, and shook Song Sanshao back a few steps like he was throwing something dirty, "I'm actually quite curious, why are you so self-righteous when you have nothing to do? Want to keep me? You deserve it too. "

Song Sanshao staggered and was about to fall to the ground, but the bodyguards standing on both sides were obedient and took a step forward to support Song Sanshao to avoid falling all over the place.

But this was enough to make Song Sanshao furious, and he pointed at Noel and spoke viciously.

"Originally, I still wanted to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, but who thought you would give up. Okay, aren't you crazy, I can deal with crazy people."

"All of you, give it to me." Song Sanshao took a step back, and hooked his fingers at the bodyguards behind him, "Teach him a lesson, just beat him, give me a sigh of relief. I don't like playing with dead people. "

"Third Young Master, don't worry, don't you know what our buddies do?"

The bodyguard smiled obsequiously. He pinched his knuckles and made a "click click" sound, looking at Noel with obvious malice.

Noel glanced at the small layout and old furniture, and sighed softly. He quite liked these old antiques.

Noel slowly rolled up his cuffs and stood up.

The little black angel got off the elevated road and merged into the traffic flow. When a red light came on, the long traffic flow was cut off, half of it stayed behind the white line, and half of it flowed forward.

Lin Mo looked up at the rearview mirror, and saw Yu Ci in the back seat sitting upright, looking down at the tablet on his lap, as if he was seriously reading the mail.

Not only did Lin Mo not look away, but his gaze fell on the cherry pen in Yu Ci's hand.

A slender white cherry pen hangs above the tablet, the nib is only one centimeter away from the tablet.

But the distance of this centimeter has not fallen since 10 minutes ago.

Lin Mo withdrew his gaze, and with a clue in his mind, he changed the business he was reporting, and talked about Song Sanshao in an indifferent tone.

The Song family is in the furniture business, and they are more than enough than the top. The rich are rich, but they can only wander in the middle and lower reaches, and cannot squeeze into the uppermost family circle in Meishi.

Boss Song has three sons, the eldest son is helping out in the company, the second son has lost contact with his family due to a feud, and has become a civil servant in another city.

The most favored is the youngest son. After the birth of the youngest son, the Song family's business has gradually increased from a tepid start, with a wealth of wealth.

The whole family regarded this youngest son as a treasure, and they were so spoiled that they couldn't bear to say one more harsh word.

Gradually, Song Sanshao also developed a character of being arrogant, arrogant, and vindictive.

Lin Mo saw the cherry pen raised a little with his sharp eyes, and knew in his heart that he had changed the topic.

"Mr. Song Sanshao's face was so bad yesterday. I'm afraid that Song Sanshao has made a small account of Mr. Song in his heart, waiting for the opportunity to get revenge?"

"It's just a child." A calm face was reflected on the screen of the tablet that had been dark for an unknown amount of time, "What do I care about with him?"

"Yes, he is a child to Mr. But to the young man you rescued, Song Sanshao should be considered a boss." Lin Mo joked in a flat tone.

[The author has something to say: Lin Mo: My husband has moved everyone's heart]