Chapter 43
The last four words, floating in the wind, are not true.
A row of kneeling people, with a fierce cold on their backs, still straightened their waist with pride.
It's getting darker and darker. Dark clouds are rolling. It seems that it's going to rain at any ti.
Thin shallow raised his head and looked at the waning moon. After a long ti, he seed to finally have an idea: "your boss's birthday seems to be coming."
The man with an iceberg face on one side looked at him silently.
If you rember correctly, it seems that there are more than five months left for that birthday.
Thin shallow hand a support, crisp jump off the ruins: "then send a gift."
Several people closed their eyes in despair, and sure enough, they couldn't escape death.
But the next second, thin shallow told his n: "it's hot, it's hard to keep." After a pause, he added softly, "don't really kill . I don't kill."
In the cold wind, the man who had followed Bo Qian for several years couldn't help shivering.
Not to ntion the group of people below, everyone's face was frightened.
It's said that the boss of the shadow doesn't kill people, because he has many ways to make life worse than death. It turns out that the rumor is true!
Thin and shallow has gone away, and the dark background seems to be integrated with the night.
Finally, the timid man struggled to stand up: "I said, I said, I'll tell you what you want to know! You, you let live!"
Shallow didn't even pause. He went into the night and disappeared.
The group of people slamd down and finally fell to the ground like white paper.
The man sighed and scratched his forehead silently: "the boss knew from the first day you ca in undercover. He may have tolerated you to this day because he... Forgot you."
"As for why I want to settle with you today, it may be because he... Is in a very bad mood."
Smiled, and his n announced the final outco: "so you touched his bad luck."
The crowd froze as they turned pale.
……
Bo Qian didn't co back all night.
The housekeeper didn't have too many accidents except a little worry on his face.
After dinner, mu Shinian played with the white haired tiger, picked up his schoolbag and prepared to go to school.
Outside the courtyard, there was an engine sound.
The housekeeper's eyes lit up, put down his work and hurried out: "young master, you're back."
Thin and shallow seems to have stayed up all night, his face is a little tired, and his skin is much paler than before.
He got down from the sports car and glanced at his swollen left face, which had sohow relieved his irritability.
"Hello."
Mu Shinian said hello and went out without squinting.
Thin shallow was so ignored, vaguely unhappy: "stop."
Mu Shinian stopped, looked back and looked at him hesitantly.
Thin shallow raised his scabby palm: "apply dicine."
Sure enough, he went out crazy again last night... But what does it have to do with her?
Mu Shinian shook his head: "I'm going to be late for school."
"On your score, is there room for decline?" Thin, shallow and indifferent raised his chin, the most important indifference of the master's hand.
The young master is trying to find fault.
Mu Shinian looked at the housekeeper.
The housekeeper looked up and looked up at the sky: "young master, the old man didn't sleep well yesterday. Ouch, his eyes are beautiful. Now he can see everything."
Forget it, forget it.
Mu Shinian sighed, "I'll get the dicine box."
Thin shallow nodded with satisfaction.
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