Xi Shaosiming stroked Ling Huaxi's soft hair with his big hands tremblingly, and sighed faintly.

An inexplicable sense of stability spread in his body incredibly.

Looking back at the dangerous moment yesterday, Xi Shaosiming was shocked even himself. He had never been so nervous. He even never thought that he would block the gun for a boy who had nothing to do with him without hesitation.

Xi Shaosiming didn't understand what the scene was thinking at that time. He only knew that he didn't want Ling Huaxi to die, and that he didn't want to be very, very strong!

This is probably love.

Xi Shaosiming experienced this feeling for the first time, and it has never been before.

Whether it is Beitang Yaori or Xishaoshiming, they have already realized that they will die at any time since they became the mafia.

Wake up and see the sunshine the next day is their greatest luck.

In the dark world where bloody storms and the strong prey on the weak, the only way they can survive is to become powerful. The premise of being powerful is to kill the existence that poses a threat to them.

The hands of countless lives and sins were covered with hands, even if they died, Xi Shaosiming had no complaints. However, for the first time, he actually had a ** who didn't want to die.

The reason is very clear, because the boy named Ling Huaxi around me is.

Fortunately, I am not you who was hurt.

Fortunately, fortunately... I didn't kill you!

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Night, Black Swan Castle.

[Find me the addresses of those guys in China.]

Lin Nuanxi just came out of the shower when he heard a sentence floating into his ears.

Cold, ruthless, and a ruthless smell of blood.

The man in the black bathrobe standing in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window instantly made Lin Nuanxi feel a terrifying illusion.

[I don’t care what method you use to send the arms to Myanmar. If you can’t buy the passive officials with money, you will threaten his family and have to let them go.]

After a pause, Beitang Yaori's voice was so cruel that it was almost cold!

[If necessary, make them out!]

——!!!

Lin Nuanxi gasped in the air conditioner, subconsciously shook his body and took a few steps back and pressed against the wall.

The subtle sound attracted Beitang Yaori's attention.

The eyebrows are quiet and the black eyes are faint: [For now.]

After saying this, Beitang Yaori hung up the phone.

Lin Nuanxi Zheng was stunned in a corner of the room, far away from him. Beitang Yaori ignored the fear in her eyes and his words returned to a lot of warmth.

[Help me make a cup of chrysanthemum tea.]

[…]

In the kitchen, Lin Nuanxi stood quietly in front of the counter and was cooking chrysanthemum tea, but her palms were always moistened by cold sweat.

——Do you out of them when necessary!

Beitang Yaori is an elite who created the miracle of the business empire. He is a businessman in the financial industry. Beitang Yaori is a proud federal soldier in China and a representative of justice! But how could he say such terrifying words at this moment!

It's like a cruel mafia!

The freshly cooked chrysanthemum tea tastes warmer and purer.

Beitang Yaori took a sip, looked up at Lin Nuanxi who was standing aside with a quiet feeling.

[The drunk shrimp you made tonight is delicious. Where did you buy it?] Find a more relaxed topic. Will she forget the cruel and horror just now?

[When I was walking in Houhai Garden, I caught it on the beach.] Obviously, his transfer did not work.
Chapter completed!