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SUSAN sighed and said in a low voice, "Because I reminded you of that."

JASON stepped forward, leaned forward slightly, and stared at her with a smile that was not a smile, his enchanting red lips lightly opened in her ear, "Are you that afraid of provoking him? This doesn't seem to be your style! "

"Because I now clearly realize that he is the one who holds my destiny in his hands." "No," she answered bluntly, not avoiding his gaze, but taking a quiet step back and keeping a safe distance from him.

She didn't like the smell of his perfume. She didn't like his warmth. An obscure seduction. He didn't like his confused attitude. He didn't like the rippling of the water and the unparalleled wind. Emotions and enticements. Perplexed, it was as if there were countless whirlpools that could drag a person into them at any time.

Even though he was extremely devilish, even though his favor was the dream of other women, she still had no aversion to him.

Instinctively, she felt him touch her. The reason for bewitching her was not because of her attraction, but because of a terrifying motive.

She didn't know what his purpose was.

But this was her intuition, and hers was never wrong.

Not to mention now, in this world, it was impossible to defeat him. A perverted man was no longer any enticement to her. Seductive power.

If not for the series of tragedies of being tricked, abandoned, and sold, perhaps she would have been as desperate as a dreamer. A man with a lecherous complexion will have his eyes open to tears.

However, the truth was cruel. If it happened, it would happen. Her state of mind had completely changed and could not return to how it was before.

Again. A perverted man was nothing but a monster in her eyes.

JASON frowned, the smile on his face was still extremely shallow and gentle, "You changed your mind pretty quickly! But still, if there's anything you need my help with, just come over and tell me, or tell SUSAN, and I'll do my best to help! "

"All I want right now is to get out of here and go home. Do you think you can help me?" She laughed sarcastically.

"As long as you ask to come to my side, perhaps I can help you! I've already given you a chance. The key thing is whether you want to try it or not. " A layer of mist suddenly appeared in JASON's eyes. It concealed all of the emotions in his eyes, making it impossible for others to clearly see what he was truly thinking at the moment.

Her heart skipped a beat as she lifted her head to look at Mo Zixiao, who was standing beside the wine shelves and holding a glass of wine.

He was perfectly proportioned, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and, having stripped off his black suit, he wore only a white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, well-muscled forearms. Although his back was to her, she could feel the tension and anticipation in his straight back at this moment.

What was he nervous about?

Looking forward to what?

Was he afraid that she would actually speak?

If she asked to go to JASON's side, he would have no choice but to agree to their friendship, right?

If that was the case, he wouldn't be able to take revenge on her, right?

While he was trying to figure it out, he suddenly saw him raise his head and pour the wine in the cup down his throat. The urgency and urgency of it caused people to be caught off guard.

She was stunned as she watched him gulp down several cups of wine in the blink of an eye, as if they were not brandy that would burn in his stomach at fifty-two degrees, but drinking water!

Looking at him, who was almost about to kill himself, she suddenly felt that if she really asked for it, perhaps he would really burn her to death with wine!

Heart, inexplicably can't bear, open eyes, staring at her every move JASON said lightly: "I was just joking. I know that I will not take your words seriously, so you don't have to take my words seriously! "

"…" A faint smile appeared on his face, but he did not say anything else. Turning around, he walked to Mo Zixiao's side and said, "You've won again!"

Mo Zixiao didn't even look at him, he only placed the broken cup on top of the wine shelf and sat down on the swivel chair. He crossed his fingers and said lightly, "You're thinking too much."

A wry smile appeared on his face as he turned back to look at Xia Xinxin before turning around and leaving without a moment's hesitation.

SUSAN also gave her a complicated look. Finally, he sighed, patted her shoulder, and left as well.

All of a sudden, she and the two of them were the only ones left in the living room.

The atmosphere was stiff and cold.

He stood with his back to her, as if prepared to speak at all.

She turned her head to look at him, trying to make out the expression on his face.

However, his expression was very calm, and his eyelids drooped down. His thick and slender eyelashes completely covered up a pair of pitch-black pupils, making it impossible for anyone to discern from his eyes what he was truly thinking at this very moment.

His entire person gave off a calm and indifferent aura, as if he was artificially separated from the world and no one could enter. Into his own world.

She frowned, somewhat at a loss of what to do. She did not know whether to step forward or retreat.

After weighing the pros and cons three times, in the end, she chose to be tactful and not disturb him.

She shrank back into the kitchen, frowning as she waited for her.

I hope she's still asleep in her dreams, and when she wakes up, she can bring her good news.

However, this really seemed to be a bit difficult. She really didn't know how to please that living Bodhisattva that didn't seem to be angry or happy at the moment.

Just as she was worrying, he finally made his move that she suspected had turned into a fossil.

He slowly stood up and walked up the stairs. Not long later, he completely disappeared from her sight.

As he went upstairs, he never once looked back at her, never said a word, as if her presence was nothing but air to him.

"Weirdo!" This feeling of being ignored made her feel extremely bad. She didn't understand why he didn't pay attention to her when he was in a rush to find her.

Did he want revenge or not?

If he wanted one, then it would be great!

Slap her a few times, or tear off her clothes, perform a soul-stirring strong. This violent play had completely destroyed her self-esteem, and she didn't find it strange at all.

In any case, she was already mentally prepared. She knew that he had only bought her for revenge, and would never extort money from a drug lord just because he was attracted to her.

The fact that she came here to celebrate gave her heart a pleasant feeling. She wouldn't stay here forever wondering what he was going to do to her next!

Now, what should he do?

She tossed the apple she'd been playing with on the table in frustration.

A "peng" sound broke the silence in the room, scaring her heart out of her throat.

Is she crazy? How dare he make a sound!

If he heard it, wouldn't he be adding another crime to her?

He hastily reached out his hand to press down the apple that was rolling on the ground. After listening for a while and confirming that he didn't hear anything, he secretly let out a sigh of relief.

He then sat there hesitating for a while. In the end, he slammed the table and stood up. He turned around and walked up the stairs.

No matter what, rather than just sitting here and waiting for death, it was better to take the initiative to welcome him.

Whether it was killing or cutting, or sacrificing one's life, there had to be something to be happy about!

Today was the most difficult first trial. After this trial, she finally had the courage and hope to welcome the days to come.

When she reached the top floor, she was dumbfounded. What she saw was a long corridor with five doors on each side.

Every door was closed, making it impossible for her to guess which room he was in.

She looked at it, sighed, and decided on the stupidest course of action. She pushed open each room to take a look.

He pushed open the first room on the left. It was not a bedroom, but a bright and spacious gym with all sorts of fitness equipment.

Thinking about the eight abs of abs on his body, these fitness equipment must have done a lot.

In his mind, he suddenly recalled that day at the hotel when he was very hot. His face turned red and his heart started pounding. He quickly shook his head to get his body out of the gym.

He turned and pushed the door to his right, but it was still not a bedroom. It was a teahouse.

Inside, the windows were bright and quiet, decorated in an ancient style. It was very Chinese.

There wasn't much furniture inside. In the middle was a long mahogany desk with a blue and white porcelain tea set on top. On the floor were four neatly arranged soft cushions.

In the right-hand corner of the window, there was a zither table, with an ancient zither on it.

She walked over and lightly stroked the zither strings with her fingers. Looking at the spotless zither, she couldn't understand why such a single man would have such a gentle and gentle zither in his house.

This place, could it be that there used to be an absolute power here? A perverted girl was playing a song for him, "High Mountains and Running Water"?

But as soon as the thought came to her mind, she quickly withdrew her fingers and dismissed the romantic scene she had imagined.

He thought mockingly, how could such an almighty underworld elder brother, who showed mercy at every turn, be in the mood to sit here and listen to a girl's shallow singing?

This kind of arrangement was just an elegant part of the painting. The people who came here felt that he was not only good at fighting and killing, but was also someone with a lot of taste.

Thinking that this was only a devil's lair filled with evil, her mood worsened. She quickly retreated out of the room, no longer in the mood to admire the furnishings here.

The next room was only a study, two guest bedrooms and a bedroom. However, because it was quite spacious and had a unique decorating style, as well as the indifferent temperament of Mo Zixiao, she concluded that this room that had only two colors, white and white, was Mo Zixiao's bedroom.

Gently covering the door, she saw that his shirt was thrown carelessly on the black-and-white striped quilt.

A tie fell to the ground. She bent down to pick it up, folded it and placed it on the chuang. Just as she was about to carefully observe everything, she suddenly heard the sound of water coming from her right.

She turned to see a door, which was ajar, letting out a few streaks of yellow light. It must have been the bathroom, and he must have been taking a shower inside.