C3

Uncle Hong, you're scared silly, because no one has ever dared to speak to the young master like this, it's the first time we've met! Because, it had always been the young master who had angered others, and he had never seen anyone who dared to touch the young master. Furthermore, it was a blatant retort. This cute young lady was truly special.

Perhaps, it was time for someone to take care of this young master.

"One more word!"

The tall and handsome young man, whose whole body was filled with a dangerous and tyrannical aura, slightly leaned to the side. Sunlight passed through his hair and shattered it into pieces. At this moment, he looked too much like the "Apollo of the Sun" in the myth of the art class.

"You! You must apologize to me! "

Wood raised his head and met the expressionless eyes under his sunglasses. He didn't care how dangerous it would be next.

A strange yet sharp light flashed through the sunglasses.

Then, he actually lifted up the wooden luggage and threw it far away!

Wood, for a moment, was tongue-tied, because for a second the heavy luggage he had been lifting would have been thrown on the side of the road, but there were a few bright red daisies blooming on the side of the road, and with one glance he quickly shifted his target even further away from the flowers and the blue sky.

Heh, interesting, a stubborn and domineering guy can actually show mercy to a little chrysanthemum. Actually, this person wasn't considered bad at all. He wasn't so bad that he couldn't be reasoned with, even though he appeared to be extremely arrogant.

However, the wood had yet to turn from chrysanthemum. When she turned her head over the flowers, the overbearing and rude fellow had lifted her up completely, and the wood, stunned, landless, hanging in the air all over, was so insecure that before she could cry out in fear, he was holding her collar with one hand, like an eagle catching a chick, and her round chin with the other, warning her: "Shut up, you know? "You're a nasty little fly!

Then, with a bang, he threw the log on the grass, called Uncle Hong, drove the car, exhaled a stream of exhaust, and drove away.

But at this moment, the wood couldn't move at all, and couldn't stop gasping because, just now, he was too close to that dead guy, too close, so close that all the air around him had been sucked away by him, all the strength in his body had been sucked out by him, and his blood was frozen by his fierce and cold breath. There was a fresh lemon smell coming from him, spreading out around him, filled with restless stimulants, and entering the wood cells in a cool, strong, straight way!

Moreover, his eyes, yes, his eyes, unexpectedly had an illusion for a moment, no, no, how could there be eyes like that in this world?

Wood shook his head. He had a kind of illusion. It would be weird if he was not slightly shaken by that dead guy's violent shaking!

Staring at the daisy that was trying her best to keep open, she tilted her head and thought back. Suddenly, for some inexplicable reason, she thought back to when she was five years old. In the middle of a rainy night, a hazy curtain of rain covered the entire sky. She wore a snow-white dress. Flowers, she gave them all to a little boy who was squatting on the ground and crying.

She said to the blond boy, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Look at how beautiful these flowers are. Look …"

Who knew that the black limousine would reverse and stop at her feet. From the limousine, some money was spilled out and it fluttered in the air.

Then, Uncle Hong's voice came: "Sorry, little friend. I apologize on behalf of my young master."

"Enough, Uncle Hong, let's go!"

Wood, stupefied, watched as the car, as black as ink, moved further and further away like a broken kite, until a small black dot, like a star, flickered in the distance, and yes, in the distance.

Looking at the money on the floor, he clenched his fists. Yes, rich people could certainly use money to smash people.

That guy must have thought the same. I stopped his car because I was short of money.

Damn it!

That arrogant guy, one day, I will ruthlessly smash the money on your face. That face is really pretty, I just don't know how it feels when I touch it.

Mu Mu tilted his head and thought for a long time. He felt that he should take off his sunglasses first! Is she really curious, with two colored eyes? Did he see wrongly? Or an illusion? Was he dreaming?