Little Mr. is one hundred years old

The black Bentley drove into the wrought iron gate with golden roses, walked around the fountain decorated with milky white angels, passed through the garden covered with yellow maple leaves, and finally stopped in front of the elegant and exquisite snow-white building.

The car door opened, and first came out a well-proportioned man in a black suit, then a handsome boy in a black sweater and linen trousers, holding a beige down jacket in his hands, and carrying a backpack—yes, it was Qing Huan .

"Mr. Xiao, Mr. Shao is waiting inside." The man in the black suit was Lou Zhao's assistant, who brought Qing Huan over.

"Okay, thank you."

Qing Huan was already very familiar with Lou's family. He pushed open the door, and the living room with dark blue and white as the main colors was generous and simple at a glance, and the furniture inside had been decorated, revealing a low-key luxury. taste.

"You're here." It was the housekeeper of the Lou family who trotted over. The rich but gentle housekeeper always had a just right smile on her face. She came to Qing Huan and took the coat from him, but she didn't immediately leave.

Qing Huan understood, put down the backpack and handed it to her: "It's troublesome."

"you are welcome."

Soon, another younger woman in uniform came forward with a cup of tea and put it on the coffee table: "Tea, please."

"Thank you." Qing Huan nodded to her before asking, "Where is Mr. Lou?"

The housekeeper had already put away her things and came back, she replied, "Mr. Lou is in the kitchen..."

"The kitchen..." Qing Huan raised her eyebrows—Chen Ziran did the same before, why do they all like to gather in the kitchen now...is it popular for rich people..."Can I go and have a look?"

"Yes, sir, if you come, you can go to him directly."

"it is good."

Qing Huan followed the housekeeper to the kitchen - Lou's kitchen is also European-style, and it is divided into several parts, including meals, snacks, drinks, and even Chinese and Western.It can be seen that Lou Zhao himself really pays attention to these things.

When Qing Huan entered, she saw that Lou Zhao was wearing a white chef's robe. The chef's robe was obviously ordinary, but when it was worn on him, it outlined a slender and lean figure. Those legs...really...excellent.

Hearing the movement, Lou Zhao turned around and smiled when he saw Qing Huan: "You are here."

Qing Huan walked in: "It's really an honor for me to be entertained by Mr. Lou himself."

I have to admit that Lou Zhao is not so much better than Chen Ziran, at least he is quite comfortable in the kitchen, he didn't make a mess in the kitchen, except for a little mess, it was quite clean... But Qing Huan knew that Lou Zhao was actually a little Cleanliness, including his particular preference for white, the white suits and white leather shoes he often wears... Of course, it suits him well.

"Because you are my honored guest." Lou Zhao gave him a wink.

Qing Huan glanced at the cooking table: "So, what kind of feast did Mr. Lou prepare for your distinguished guests?"

"One pasta, one vegetable soup, one fruit salad, and one apple pie." Lou Zhao shrugged: "I have tried my best."

Taking Qing Huan's taste into consideration, Lou Zhao made all the dishes vegetarian, and the pasta was also vegetable pasta.

Qing Huan pursed her lips and smiled: "It has exceeded my expectations. How is it? Do you need my help?"

"No," Lou Zhao chuckled, "you just need to watch."

Qing Huan really stood aside, watching Lou's young boss cook - he was really very handy.

"Lou Zhao, you didn't learn it specifically, did you?"

"I just like to try." Lou Zhao sprinkled pepper on the pasta: "OK, it's done."

Qing Huan's attention was on the apple pie that Lou Zhao took out from the oven, the golden color and the rich aroma of apples...

"I didn't expect...you have this skill." Qing Huan always thought that making desserts should be more particular.

Lou Zhao took off his gloves: "Although I really want to receive this skill...Unfortunately, this apple pie is not my creation, I'm just responsible for putting it in...taking it out."

Qing Huan nodded solemnly: "No wonder..." The following words are self-evident.

Lou Zhao raised his eyebrows: "So, if other things are not to your liking, at least you can eat this one."

"I'm looking forward to Mr. Shao's craftsmanship."

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Yue stood in front of the mirror, the face in the mirror was exquisite and beautiful, his hand caressing his cheeks—now this face and this body were his own—what he had thought countless times had come true...

Mr. Qi... You never imagined that today would come.You can always get what you want easily...but you never know how to cherish it, and avoid it again and again, then I will accept everything from you...but...why are you so unsatisfied...

So...don't blame me...

Suddenly, Yue saw a cloud of black mist behind him from the mirror, and finally the black mist gradually condensed into a human form... Yue suddenly turned around, and then turned around, a hand grabbed his neck unexpectedly, his body It was also suppressed on the sink——

"It's you..." Yue struggled to make a sound.

In front of him is M in a black robe. He has returned to his original appearance, and the evil spirit on his face makes one's heart tremble——

"Long time no see." When M laughed, the scar on his face became more ferocious.

Yue looked at him: "You... came to see me... what is it?"

"I remember, I warned you before." M's speech was neither too fast nor too slow: "Don't touch him."

"Oh?" Yue said without fear, "I don't remember what I did."

M's men forcefully: "His soul is incomplete."

"So what?" Yue sneered: "Look at me, I don't have the ability to resist you at all... What can I do against him? His soul is incomplete. It's because his own cultivation is not enough to protect himself. You What you have to do is to watch him well, not to question me."

"Do you think I'll believe you?" M lifted Yue up with one hand: "I said a long time ago that I won't let you go if something happens to him."

Yue grabbed his hand, panting and said: "This is his body, you can do it..."

"It's just a body, if you destroy one, there will be another." M said with a smile, and his black nails had already scratched Yue's neck: "I will also crush your soul bit by bit... let you even hell I can't get in..."

"Ha... um..." Yue struggled, his eyes were bloodshot and his face was flushed because of M's strength: "Huh...you're crazy..."

"I should have dealt with you a long time ago..." The fingernail pierced Yue's neck, and blood oozed out...

"M! You... you, you... dare..." Yue's face has turned pale: "If you kill me... he, he will... die..."

M's hand stopped, the smile on his face dissipated, and when he let go, Yue fell to the ground.

Looking at Yue who fell to the ground and gasped for breath, M said in a sinister voice, "What do you mean?"

Yue raised his head, his voice was hoarse, but there was a provocative smile on his face: "I am one with him... If you kill me, do you believe that he will die soon?"

M clenched his fists: "Do you dare to threaten me?"

"Ahem...but...you are threatened by me...he is also your weakness...hehe..."

M stared down at Yue from a high position, her silver-gray eyes glowed with a strange light...

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Qing Huan was originally chatting with Lou Zhao while eating, but for some reason, he suddenly felt short of breath. It felt like... being strangled by someone's neck... It was getting harder and harder to breathe. ...like dying...

"Qing Huan! Qing Huan! What's wrong with you?" Lou Zhao squatted beside Qing Huan, looking worried and anxious: "What's wrong with you..."

"Ha... huh..." Qing Huan clutched her neck—still tightening...the strength of holding him was so strong...

Qing Huan's tears came out...

Lou Zhao was about to call someone, but saw... "Qing Huan! Your neck is bleeding!!!"

Qing Huan felt the wetness of the palms, as well as the smell of blood...

Why would...

It's almost impossible to breathe...

Suddenly, the grip on his neck loosened.

Qing Huan replaced it in one breath, gasping for breath like a fish just getting oxygen.

"Qing Huan? How are you..." Lou Zhao was very worried about the sudden change: "I'll take you to the hospital..."

Qing Huan grabbed Lou Zhao's sleeve and stopped him: "No...no need..."

Qing Huan understands that sudden changes in her body are often not real physical problems.

"Qing Huan, what happened to you just now?"

"I don't know either..." Qing Huan's breathing eased slightly: "It's fine now."

Lou Zhao frowned, helped Qing Huan stand up, and sat down on the chair: "Your neck is bleeding, I'll get you the medicine box."

"……Um……"

Just as Lou Zhao stood up, he saw a person who appeared in the living room at an unknown time.

He was dressed in a black robe and a hood, his face could not be seen clearly, and he had an eerie aura about him.

Qing Huan turned her head and said in surprise: "M..."