love, don't bother

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"You mean, he will take revenge on Nuo Er?" Yu Ci's voice was flat, and it was hard to tell whether he cared or didn't care. As always, it was confusing.

Lin Mo has been with this lord for too long, so he can guess something about Yu Ci's thoughts.

He knew that since Yu Ci had asked this question, that foreign youth had become famous in Yu Ci's heart.

If that's the case, then what he should mention really needs to be mentioned.Otherwise, if something happened later, he didn't want to bear the brunt of Yu Ci's anger.

"Sir, there is a 90.00% chance that Third Young Master Song will retaliate five."

What Lin Mo said was not fabricated out of thin air, but the old sesame seeds and rotten grains of Song Sanshao in his hands, which have roots and roots.

Lin Mo is used to fighting well-prepared battles. No matter what happens, he will try his best to control it in his hands. The information investigation is very comprehensive, and he will act before planning.

On the point of having a strong desire to control, he and Yu Ci can be said to be sympathetic to each other.

It is also because Yu Ci knows Lin Mo well enough to know that he gave a conservative conclusion of 90.00% five, so the real conclusion is [-]%.

Song Sanshao will go to the trouble of that young man with the blue sky like a jewel, the warm and sincere eyes, and the warm body.

Lin Mo's words threw a small stone into Yu Ci's heart lake, which was like a pool of stagnant water, causing ripples on the surface of the pool.

Yu Ci lowered her thin-skinned eyelids and sat silently in the back seat without saying a word.

The tablet placed on the lap reflected the man's bland face, and the slender index finger was placed on the knee, tapping gently.

The air in the car became vaguely dignified and depressing. No matter how spacious the little angel is, the space is only so big.

If it were an ordinary person, they would all open the door and jump out of the car at this moment, but the only two are not ordinary people.

One is the maker of low air pressure.A number who still has the heart to count down to the red light, tapping the beat with his fingertips on the leather steering wheel.

Yu Ci knew that there was already a detailed investigation report about Song Sanshao lying in her mailbox.

As long as he turned on the tablet and opened the mailbox, he could see the messy things that Song Sanshao had done before that Lin Mo had sorted out in chronological order.

But Yu Ci didn't bother to look at it. To him, Song Sanshao was just a kid who liked to jump around, so it wasn't worth his effort to deal with it.

Not worth it and not profitable.

But Yu Ci just remembered Nuo Er's hopeful gaze as he begged for help in the private room, and Nuo Er's warm body temperature.

The corner of Yu Ci's lips twitched a little, which was too small to be ignored.

But this just shows that Yu Ci is in a bad mood now, very bad.

The thin eyelids covered the cold eyes, and Yu Ci deduced what might happen when Nuoer met Song Sanshao.

There will be countless situations, but the result may all be one——Song Sanshao will do the thing that was stopped by that beautiful young man...

Thinking of this, Yu Ci suddenly felt restless.

His eyelids completely covered the fierce light in his eyes, he swung the tablet on his leg to the seat beside him, and the cherry pen rolled to nowhere.

"Lin Mo, go to Nuo Er's house." Yu Ci didn't ask Lin Mo if he knew Nuo Er's address, but simply gave the order.

After Yu Ci's indifferent voice fell, Lin Mo tapped the last beat with his fingertips, and the signal light turned from red to green.

"Yes, sir." Lin Mo's face was indifferent, but what he thought in his heart was indeed so.

The little angel turned left and turned from the left turn waiting line to another road, as if Lin Mo had calculated that Yu Ci would make this decision.

The little angel ran in the opposite direction to the old city.

Yu Ci put her arms around her shoulders and closed her eyes to rest her mind. The journey is not short, it will take four to ten minutes.After the little angel came to a complete stop, Yu Ci raised her eyelids to look at the outside environment.

The high-quality shading film processed the sky into a soft dark color, and combined with the surrounding old buildings that also became dim, it seemed to be frozen into a black and white movie unique to the last century.

It's retro romance.

It's a pity, but Yu Ci is not a romantic person. In his eyes, the frozen and artistic side of this painting is only gray and old.

The door opened, and the moment the polished black calfskin shoes stepped on the grassless lawn.

The black-and-white silent film was instantly dyed into a less bright color, and the voices of people were buzzing, and it became the most lively fireworks in the blink of an eye.

Yu Ci lowered his head and glanced at the dust-stained black shoe uppers, his face was pale, and there was only a gloomy look in his faint eyes.

Yu Ci has a cleanliness addiction, which is quite serious, but he doesn't think so.Just like now, he should have turned back to the car and ordered Lin Mo to take him out of here.

But he didn't care about it, raised his eyes, and glanced indifferently around everything that had been dyed with color, and instantly became alive, and the evaluation in his heart was not only old, but also a little inexplicable.

Yu Ci looked up at the red brick six-story building in front of her, as if she wanted to find out which room Noel lived in.

That young man with a smile like the sun shouldn't live here.

That beautiful young man deserves to be filled with treasures and flowers, he shouldn't be here.

Yu Ci felt a sense of disobedience that was hard to ignore, but now he had no time to think about where the disobedience came from.

His eyes darkened for a moment, and he walked into the dim building door opening that looked like a monster's mouth.

The room is too small, and there will be no advantage if there are many people.Noel walked among the eight bodyguards like a swimming snake. Not only did he not receive any beatings, but several bodyguards received fists on their ribs and stomachs.

Noel's shot was sinister and ruthless, as if he had specially practiced it, there was no extra ostentation, it was simple and clean without lack of strength, it was completely different from his innocent face.

Several tall and burly bodyguards were all set ablaze by Noel. They only thought they were just ducklings, and with a playful mentality, they said they wanted the eagle to catch their eyes.

After all, several people have cooperated for many years, and there is still a tacit understanding. After meeting their eyes, they separated and stood apart.

The two walked around behind Noel, as if trying to catch him from behind while he was unaware.

Noel was aware of their intentions, and his blue eyes blinked. Instead of showing any intention, they showed interest, like a child seeing an interesting toy.

Noel moved his neck, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a fist wrapped in strong wind hitting his face.He raised the corners of his lips and was about to tilt his head.

Suddenly, Noel stopped moving.

The brilliance in the blue eyes flowed, and became brighter and scorching.

Noel just tilted his head and let the fist hit him in the face.

Severe pain came from the side of the slapped face, and Noel took two steps back with a fist that was punched with all his strength by the bodyguard.

The next moment, the bodyguard standing behind Nuo Er grabbed Nuo Er's arm, pressed him hard to the ground, and put his knee on Nuo Er's back.

"Heh, wasn't he pretty good at fighting just now? Why don't you just obediently lie on your stomach for the grandpas now?"

"Don't say it, it really hurts for this kid to beat someone."

Song Sanshao had already hid in the bedroom when he was fighting, but seeing that Noel was restrained, he walked out of the bedroom with a smile.

He squatted on the ground, grabbed Nuo Er's hair, and pulled him up in a daze, "I didn't expect that, you are still a fierce horse."

Nuoer narrowed his eyes slightly as his scalp felt a pain like being pulled off.He didn't look at Song Sanshao either, his gaze was stubbornly drooping, as if he was still a deaf and blind man who couldn't hear or see.

Song Sanshao was not angry anymore, and let go, fearing that he would bald his beautiful blond hair, and this young man would be greatly compromised.

He clapped his hands, stood up, stepped on Noel's shoulder with thick-soled Martin boots, and turned him over with force on his legs.

The bodyguard cooperated with Song Sanshao's movements and instead held Nuo Er's hands and feet so that he could not move.

At this moment, it was like being in Xiao Xiao's private room, on that glass coffee table.Noel was also controlled by the bodyguard and pressed against the glass.

But now, the cold glass has become a warm, peeling red floor illuminated by the sun.What remains unchanged is that this young man is still in his pocket.

Just, earlier and later.Song Sanshao was breathing heavily in excitement. He squatted down, patted Noel's swollen cheek frivolously, and sighed in a regretful tone on purpose.

"Hey, this face is swollen from beatings, and the duckling can't be sold at a good price. The third young master is in a good mood today, so I'll offer you a high price. What do you think?"

The hand on the face moved slowly downstream following the sound, slowly unbuttoning the small buttons on the shirt.

One twist, one pick, and a button opens.That movement is very skillful, as if he has unfastened a thousand or eight hundred such buttons.

"Darling, why don't you answer me? Do you think I'm not gentle enough? But who is to blame? Who made you so misbehaving. A misbehaving child will only be obedient if he is beaten."

"Come on, sweetheart, say something nice to Third Young Master. If Third Young Master is happy, I'll give you more. If Third Young Master is unhappy, hehe, sweetheart, guess what Third Young Master will do to you?"

Song Sanshao pressed Nuo Er's left chest with his palm, and Nuo Er's chest and fragile heart were under his palm.

The gentleness he pretended on his face disappeared, and he smiled recklessly with his lips hooked. He looked at Nuo Er as the hunter saw the prey he had already got.

Kneading rounds and flattening, or peeling and eating meat, or deep-frying and roasting, it is up to him as a hunter to decide.

Song Sanshao smiled sinisterly and maliciously, and his gaze was so salivating that Nuo Er would be disgusted.

"What about the third young master?"

A faint voice sounded suddenly, and the bodyguards were all startled. They looked at each other, and all turned their heads to look in the direction of the door.

And Song Sanshao was immersed in how to pull out this beautiful young man's claws and put him in a cage to be his obedient canary, and he didn't recognize that the voice was not from the young man under his palm at all.

"Third Young Master is the best at dealing with disobedient ducklings like you. Go around the underground club and make sure that you will be trained to be obedient and pleasant, and you will never dare to say harsh words to men again."

"My dear, I don't think you'd want to go."

"It seems that Song Sanshao often goes to that kind of place." The dull voice seemed to be a chuckle, but it didn't seem to be.

But to Song Sanshao's ears, it was like a drop of water dropped into a frying pan, and it exploded in an instant.

Song Sanshao's mind went blank, and he looked down at Nuoer, "Is it you talking?"

Noel blinked and shook his head innocently.

Song Sanshao's pupils tightened suddenly, and he looked up to the source of the sound, only to see two people standing in the sunlight at the door.

The former had a thin figure, and the warm light cast a soft golden edge on his body.But instead of the coldness that warmed his whole body, it made him indifferent like a god.

And those light-colored eyes that gave Song Sanshao a nightmare were staring at him indifferently.

Song Sanshao saw the man speak slowly, and uttered a sentence in a flat tone.

"I'm the one talking. Nice to meet you, I'm Yu Ci."

[The author has something to say: Noel: My acting skills are great, and Oscar owes me a little golden man]