palm blade

In July of the following year, Ji Haodong and a large number of suspects were finally brought to trial after a lengthy investigation process for the extremely serious case in city C that shocked the whole country.

Ji Haodong was sentenced to death and executed immediately.

On the day the verdict came down, Mu Zixing told Ji Shaoze the news and asked him if he wanted to come and see Ji Haodong for the last time.

Ji Shaoze was silent for a long time and said, "No, he deserves it."

"How's it going in City C?" Lei Shao sat behind the desk in the study, signing the document while asking Zhuang Shi who was standing opposite.

With the arrest of all Rongxing high-level executives, the vitality of the group was severely injured, and the interior became a mess. Many forces under it were annexed and divided by other local forces, and the remaining part, because of their own selfishness, was divided into seventy-eight. Those who fell could not get together.

As far as the current situation is concerned, Rongxing's ending is either someone can come out to clean up the mess, or he can only go to complete demise.

Lei Shao is more inclined to the first possibility. There are many bad guys in Rongxing, but there are also many capable people. This time is the time when the Eight Immortals cross the sea and each show their supernatural powers. In the end, it depends on who has the ability to survive.

No matter how Rongxing collapsed, the emaciated camel was bigger than a horse, and many people still wanted to catch it.

"I was about to tell you this," Zhuang Shi said, "As you expected, Rongxing's current chaotic situation has indeed been stabilized."

Lei Shao's pen tip paused, and he raised his eyes from the document, "Who is it?"

"Ji Mingzhe's lover Qiu Ye, Rongxing is now in his hands." Zhuang Shi said.

Lei Shao raised his eyebrows when he heard that, tapped the pen on the table, and said thoughtfully, "I underestimated him."

After a few seconds of silence, he told Zhuang Shi, "Keep an eye on what Rongxing is going to do next?"

Zhuang Shi should get off, then looked down at Lei Shao's itinerary displayed on the tablet and reminded, "Sir, there is an important business gathering starting at eight o'clock, you remember to attend."

"Understood," Lei Shao handed him the signed document and said, "I will go directly to the venue with Mu Zixing at night."

After all the work was reported, Zhuang Shi didn't stay any longer and left the villa.

Lei Shao corrected a few more project documents, and when he just finished his work, someone outside brought over the high-end suits that he was going to attend tonight.

Turning off the computer, Lei Shao looked at the time. It was already five o'clock in the afternoon. From noon to now, during the five or six hours, Mu Zixing never came to the study to look for him.

Lei Shao sighed, guessing that the other party might still be playing the game.

So, he walked to the door of another room, and there was indeed the sound of game special effects coming from inside.

Lei Shao knocked on the door and walked in.

Mu Zixing heard the movement, turned around, looked at him and smiled, "Sir."

Lei Shao rubbed his hair, didn't speak, sat down on the chair next to him, and watched him play quietly.

The game Mu Zixing played was a competitive online game of gunfighting.

At the beginning, his level was really not that good, and he was pecking at each other with novices every day, and Lan Jing was so disgusted that he didn't even bother to take him.

After playing for half a year, Mu Zixing's skills improved by leaps and bounds, and he finally became a master. Only then did Lan Jing regain his old brotherly friendship and began to pull him into a double row every day.

Lei Shao can tell that Mu Zixing likes to play this game very much. He sits in front of the computer in his spare time and doesn't move for a long time. It seems that he is about to become a young Internet addict.

Lei Shao frowned, and touched Mu Zixing's lower back. Sitting like this for a long time would definitely damage the lumbar spine.

Mu Zixing was aiming at the enemy in the sniper scope, when Lei Shao touched his waist unexpectedly, his hand trembled immediately, and the bullet that was originally aimed at the enemy was directly swept onto the body of his teammate next to him.

And he himself was sniped to death in the next second.

"Fuck!" Lan Jing was stunned, "Honey, are you fucking with your hands and your feet?"

Seeing the death of the game character in front of him and the prompt that the game is over popped up on the screen, Mu Zixing just wanted to apologize in embarrassment, Lei Shao said lightly, "Sorry, I just touched him, he was off guard, and the operation made a mistake .”

Lan Jing, "..." caught off guard and took a mouthful of dog food.

"Okay, stop playing," Lei Shao turned to Mu Zixing and said, "Go try on the dress, there is a dinner party tonight."

Mu Zixing nodded obediently, and said goodbye to Lan Jing who was opposite him.

After the voice was hung up and the computer was turned off, Lei Shao's face darkened, and he looked at Mu Zixing motionlessly.

It's an exaggeration to say that his face is dark, but it does make Mu Zixing see that he is unhappy.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?" Sure enough, Mu Zixing saw him like this, and his voice was a little weaker than before.

"Do you know what's wrong?" Lei Shao asked.

Mu Zixing stared at Lei Shao and thought for a while, then shook his head innocently and blankly.

"From now on, the time of playing games every day should be controlled within five hours, and every hour of playing, you have to get up and move around, if you can't do it..."

Lei Shao slowly pinched Mu Zixing's chin and looked at him, then leaned into his ear and said, "I won't let you get out of bed from now on."

I heard that Cong Lang used this to threaten Lan Jing, but his children seem to be different from others. When Mu Zixing heard this, his ears turned red instantly, but his eyes were scorchingly bright.

He looked at Lei Shao shyly and excitedly with a blushing face, suppressed his excitement and asked, "Really?"

Lei Shao, "..."

Fortunately, after a while, Mu Zixing took the initiative to admit his mistake and said, "I'm sorry, sir, I know that I have played games a little too much these days, don't be angry, I will listen to you."

"I didn't know what was wrong just now?" Lei Shao said calmly.

When Mu Zixing heard this, his eyes shifted immediately, and he was too guilty to look at him.

Knowing that Mu Zixing realized that what he did was wrong, he would obediently correct it. Lei Shao's expression on his face, which was tense and pretending to be angry, softened. He lowered his head helplessly and kissed the corner of Mu Zixing's mouth. , replace it with me to see if it fits."

"Okay," Mu Zixing stood up obediently from the chair, and followed him to the room.

The dress prepared for Mu Zixing was white and the size was very suitable. After the two tried it on, they went downstairs to eat.

Because today's occasion is very grand, Lei Shao's other assistant also specially invited stylists for the two of them.

After Mu Zixing had dinner, he was invited into the room by the stylist who came earlier.

Half an hour later, the clothes and styling were done, and Mu Zixing stood in front of the full-length mirror.

To be honest, Mu Zixing has never worn very grand clothes since he was a child. Although he has attended many big occasions with Lei Shao before, he is a follower after all, relatively low-key, and he will not deliberately clean up every time. outfit.

But this time, when Mu Zixing looked at himself in the mirror, he stared in surprise.

Lei Shao had just finished styling, and when he came over, he saw Mu Zixing staring stupidly, but he didn't smile, instead he stood still not far away, looking at him with deep eyes.

Because of low blood sugar and personality, Mu Zixing always had a dull expression on his face, but in fact his facial features are very delicate and beautiful.

Now he has been raised by Lei Shao for nearly a year, and his mood is different today, and after careful dressing, he stands there, wearing a white suit, like a little prince from a fairy tale.