After being carried into the elevator, Zhuang Li bit Wen Renming's back muscles hard.
Wenren Ming patted his butt lightly as a warning.
7480 was amazed: "It's working! It's working! The gods are finally showing some strength!"
Zhuang Li chuckled, "He's come from a life of blood and gore, so naturally he's tough. His different living environments have shaped his personality. In this world, he's never seen the sun, so he doesn't know what weakness is. If he wants to survive, and live well, he must be more ruthless than anyone else."
Having said that, Zhuang Li stopped biting, and a look of pity appeared in his eyes.
Not long after, he was thrown onto the bed by Wenren Ming and kissed fiercely.
Zhuang Li immediately grabbed his hair and launched a crazy counterattack.
The two of them were like two ferocious beasts, you advance and I retreat, you retreat and I advance, fighting on equal terms.
A few hours later, Zhuang Li climbed out of the bathtub and asked in a hoarse voice, "You're not leaving today. Come sleep with me. We'll have breakfast together tomorrow morning."
This is the second time he has made such a request.
"Yeah." Wen Renming nodded, with a soft light radiating from his eyes.
He finally stopped refusing.
The two fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning, Wen Renming, who was half asleep and half awake, felt someone was watching him, so he immediately opened his eyes and looked towards the bed with a wary expression.
It’s Zhuang Li.
His hair was neatly styled, and he was wearing a luxurious dark blue suit. He had a large sapphire ring on his right ring finger, and a light perfume was sprayed on his neck.
In the dim morning light, he was as beautiful as an illusory dream.
Wen Renming blinked, feeling dizzy. He had never slept so soundly, so unguarded. The people around him had already gotten up and were still walking around the room, but he hadn't noticed at all.
You know, because of his early experiences, he even has to sleep with one eye open.
The little devil had completely let down his deepest defenses, allowing him to fall into a deep sleep without any worries. Of course, being completely drained of his body last night was also partly to blame.
Wen Renming quickly half-sat up and said in a hoarse voice, "Good morning."
"Good morning." Zhuang Li smiled with interest, then leaned over slightly and whispered in his ear: "I am very satisfied with your service last night, so these things are yours."
He took two steps back, raised the metal box in his hand, and poured all the chips inside onto Wenren Ming's head.
The crisp sound of the rustling birds is more beautiful than the birds singing outside the window.
Wenren Ming was stunned, not knowing what the little devil was doing.
Then, Zhuang Li dumped all the remaining boxes of chips on him. The snow-white bed instantly became ablaze with color.
The sunlight pouring in from the window causes the round chips to scatter tiny bright spots. The scene is undoubtedly beautiful.
Zhuang Li bent down in the fragmented light and shadow, kissed Wen Renming's earlobe, and said with a soft smile, "Goodbye, baby."
He threw away the empty box and left the room without looking back.
It was not until the sound of the door closing was heard that Wen Renming suddenly realized what the words "goodbye" meant.
This was a fact he had known for a long time and reminded himself of constantly - the little devil did not belong here, and he would leave sooner or later.
So at this moment, he left.
Wen Renming finally came to his senses and quickly jumped out of bed and ran out of the room, scattering the chips all over the floor.
Then, a high-pitched scream came from outside the door.
The next second, Wen Renming rushed back to the room in a panic. In his haste, he forgot that he was not wearing any clothes and was seen by a female guest who happened to be passing by.
He hastily threw on a bathrobe, not even having time to put on his shoes before rushing out again. However, by the time he finally got to the elevator and reached the lobby, the car the little devil was in had already driven quite a distance. The man leaned out of the car window, curling his crimson lips in a wicked smile.
Wen Renming could only stand there, helplessly watching the other party go further and further away.
Guests coming and going always looked at him in surprise because his hair was messy, his clothes were wrinkled, his skin was covered with marks, and he had forgotten to wear shoes.
He no longer had the arrogance, coldness and strength of the past, but instead looked like a lost wanderer.
A young and handsome elder walked out of the lobby and sighed, “Andrew, you have to know that people like the little lunatic are just a dream to us.”
When the dream wakes up, everything is over.
Wenren Ming stood there for a long time without moving.
After watching the car completely disappear around the corner, he turned around and said solemnly, "Back when we were in hell, our current life was just a dream to us."
This is what it means to be unable to accept reality. Even though he knows he is dreaming, he doesn't want to wake up.
"How can you tie up a man like that?" The elder asked a rather tricky question.
The little madman loves neither money nor fame, nor power. He only loves adventure and excitement. He is a wisp of wind. How can mortals contain a wisp of wind?
Wenren Ming's eyes darkened for a moment, and then he strode back.
When he arrived at the top floor, a waiter happened to open the door and brought in a sumptuous breakfast, saying respectfully, "Mr. Wenren, this is the breakfast Mr. Zhuang reserved for you." While placing the plates, he frequently glanced at the big bed covered with chips, with a glint of amazement in his eyes.
The young elder followed him into the room. Seeing the bed, he couldn't help but whistled and said with emotion, "Everyone in the world would want to lie down on this bed. Andrew, how does it feel to sleep with 320 million as a pillow?"
Wenren Ming ignored him and just looked at the dazzling array of breakfast with gloomy eyes.
He remembered that night, he refused the little devil's request to sleep with him until dawn and have breakfast with him.
So this morning, when he was not fully awake, the little devil threw him alone in bed and made him have to face breakfast for two people alone.
This is naked revenge!
Wen Renming held his forehead, feeling a slight pain in his head, but after a while he couldn't stop laughing, his voice was hoarse but full of joy.
He was fooled, but he didn't feel angry at all. He just thought it was so cute when the man scratched him with his claws.
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Fang Yu was woken up by Zhuang Li early in the morning to book a plane ticket.
In order to take Sun Xiaojia out with him, Fang Yu had to contact Lao Q again, bought a fake ID card at a high price, and booked a plane ticket with the help of the Golden Finger system.
Sun Xiaojia cried all night last night and felt like a lost soul the next day. She kept bumping into others while walking on the street.
Fang Yu was furious and anxious, fearing that she would cause trouble and be discovered by Wen Renming, so he had to keep her with him all the time. At the same time, he became more determined to get rid of this big trouble.
All of Sun Xiaojia's accounts were frozen, her assets transferred, and her phone number was no longer in service. Wen Renming could make her have everything overnight, or lose it all in an instant.
She is now completely dead.
She had no home to return to, no money to rely on, and even no ability to survive on her own. Therefore, she gradually realized that Fang Yu was her only support in the future.
She finally calmed down and accepted reality.
Sitting in the passenger seat, she frequently observed Zhuang Li through the rearview mirror, suppressing the flames of hatred in her heart.
7480 said worriedly, "Master, why don't you expose Sun Xiaojia's identity? Aren't you afraid that she will harm you?"
"What can she do to me? Once she goes outside, she will know how hard it is to live. A long and hopeless life will be waiting for her, which will be more painful than killing her." Zhuang Li smiled disapprovingly.
"Fang Yu should take care of her, right? He is a love saint." 7480 guessed.
"Do you think Fang Yu will take care of a completely useless burden without any regrets? Every woman around him is a stepping stone on his road to success. All his achievements are inseparable from the help of these women. He is the real gigolo." Zhuang Li said contemptuously.
7480 said disdainfully, "Even with so many freeloaders, he hasn't achieved much, which shows how limited his abilities are. Freeloaders are about quality, not quantity, and he doesn't even understand that."
"You understand best." Zhuang Li teased.
7480 puffed out his chest proudly: "That's right, my bowl of soft rice is the supreme golden soft rice."
Zhuang Li turned his head away and resisted the urge to laugh out loud.
Just then, Fang Yu's cell phone rang, and the caller ID showed the three words "Zhou Cuicui".
Fang Yu borrowed the 80,000 yuan he used to buy Sun Xiaojia a fake ID from this person. This person was the heiress to Zhou Jewelry, the only daughter of Zhou Dali, one of the richest men in China, and known as the Jade Queen.
The reason why she got such a domineering title is that every time she buys raw stones for the company, she can get top-grade jadeite.
As a result, Zhou Jewelry has made a lot of money in the past year, and Zhou Cuicui has also become famous.
But no one knew that her accurate vision was not acquired through practice, but was the result of instruction from Fang Yu.
Fang Yu, who has the ability to see through things, can easily identify which piece of raw stone contains jade and what kind of water it is.
Recently, Myanmar was going to hold a public auction, and Zhou Cuicui, as the purchasing manager of the company, naturally had to go there. This was also the reason why she was anxious to call Fang Yu.
Thinking of his almost exhausted savings and the generous commission given by Zhou Cuicui, Fang Yu gritted his teeth and answered the phone in front of Zhuang Li. He carefully avoided all key information in his words and only responded with "hmm" and "ah".
But the words Zhou Cuicui said, such as Myanmar, jade, and gambling stones, still floated into Zhuang Li's ears.
After hanging up the phone, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you gamble on stones?"
Fang Yu replied with a shudder of fear: "Yes."
"You got off the plane and went to Myanmar?"
Fang Yu gradually developed a sinister premonition, and his voice became even weaker: "Yes, then you should go home first. The public auction is very chaotic, and you have a special status, so it's better not to go."
"You don't need to arrange my itinerary," Zhuang Li refused arrogantly, then pondered, "Gambling on stones should be interesting, right?"
He seems to be interested in anything that has the word "gambling" in it.
Thinking of the scene where Zhuang Li could make things happen in the brothel, Fang Yu's scalp went numb.
Damn! He regretted bringing this demon out!
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