Coming of the Villain Boss!

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"Well, I still rescued you, proving that the powers are not invincible."

Zhuang Mengmeng: "..."

Mingshu was afraid of her shoulders: "It's not too late, rest, what's the matter, eat it tomorrow... let's talk again."

Zhuang Mengmeng: "..."

I heard it.

"The room is locked, and I am not sure if those people will do anything at night." Mingshu sent Zhuang Mengmeng back to the room: "You are here, and I will protect you."

Zhuang Mengmeng was very moved to hear this.

but……

"Don't you run, I will be sad. No one will make good food when you run."

She is now very skeptical of the purpose of bringing her back.

Zhuang Mengmeng was a little unreal in his bed.

Since a month ago...

She could not believe any stranger anymore.

Afraid of my trust, when I woke up, I lay in a strange place and faced some strange people.

Zhuang Mengmeng crossed her hands on her abdomen, she stared at the ceiling...

But she still wants to believe that in this world, there are still a lot of people, right?

good night.

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Boom--

Boom--

Mingshu stared at the ceiling and seemed to stare out a hole. What are the plums and horses upstairs doing!

Mingshu irritated to eat two snacks.

She took the phone and, with Jiang Le's unremitting efforts, went to play a few games. Jiang Le didn't know how to say it to the land battle.

"I called Brother Zhan just now, and he didn't answer. I couldn't find anyone by the weekend. You said that Brother Zhan saved the world."

"Hahaha, you have a pretty good brain." Tang Zhe laughed, not knowing what to get rid of, and there was a whimper.

"Brother Zhan is not an ordinary person!" Cheng Xiang sighed: "Can't compare with us ordinary people."

"Say you have dinner tomorrow night. Brother Zang, please don't let me do pigeons, otherwise Miss Sang Yin will black me, never take me to eat chickens, and never go to the peak of life, this is impossible. !"

"It's okay, you can pay for it yourself." Ming Shu said: "I don't mind."

"Poor!" Jiang Le said indignantly: "I've been so poor that I only have pants, I want to sell myself. Do you want it?"

Tang Zhe: "No, next."

Cheng Xiang: "No, next."

Mingshu: "No, next."

Jiang Le: "You guys..."

Cheng Xiang: "Sang Yin, what is your voice over there? Why don't you stop talking? There are people decorating at night?"

Mingshu: "..."

She also wanted to go up and press the green plum bamboo horse thump.

In the early hours of the morning, several people said it, and Mingshu threw away his slightly hot phone.

The sound upstairs has not been heard, it is very regular.

Mingshu got up and opened the door to go out, preparing to go upstairs to teach the truth about this sweetheart.

When he reached the stairs, he was stopped by the bodyguard in black.

"Miss Sang, you can't go up."

Mingshu endured the urge to beat him and smiled: "Then you can make your young master a little quieter? Find out, this is my home! What about the house demolition in the middle of the night?"

"I'm sorry for the trouble you caused." The bodyguard bowed ninety degrees: "I'll go up and talk to the young master."

Mingshu: "..."

I am embarrassed to beat someone if I don’t follow me.

Mingshu went downstairs slowly, drank a glass of milk, ate a few snacks, and returned to the room—

Boom--

Boom--

There is still a regular voice.

Mingshu pushed open the window and climbed up on it.

The window opposite the third floor was locked, and Mingshu grabbed the edge again and went around to the balcony next to it.

She jumped into the balcony, which was locked.

Mingshu reached out and knocked on the glass.

The room was dark, Mingshu made a kung fu, and suddenly a white shadow stood in the middle of the room.

Mingshu took a step back.

What the hell!

What did Grandpa pick up at home!

but……

Mingshu frowned slightly and raised his hand to knock on the glass.

The white shadow stood for a moment, walked over and opened the window bolt.

Mingshu pushed the glass door open, and the cool wind blew from around her body into the room, and the window screens flew over, blocking between the two.

The teenager pinched a jump ball in his hand. He raised his hand and threw it out. The jump ball jumped a few times on the floor and accurately hit the light switch not far away.

Snapped!

The room lit up suddenly.

The teenager wore white pajamas, pure white, without the slightest pattern.

His face was very white, abnormally white, and he could almost see the tiny blood vessels under his skin.

In sharp contrast with black and white eyes.

The teenager has a morbid beauty.

The teenager took two steps towards her, almost facing her. The teenager was taller than Mingshu, and he looked down.

"Last time, you betrayed me."

"So what?"

The teenager looked at her intently, turned around and walked back to the room after a while: "No."

Ok?

Not counting?

Mingshu watched him step on the floor barefoot, frowning slightly.

The young man's voice came slowly: "I can't treat you like that, after all, you are the master here."

He picked up the jump ball and stared at the jump ball for a long time without moving.

Ming Shu entered the room and closed the glass door, the night wind disappeared, and the noisy sound disappeared.

The room was quiet.

"You know that I am the master here, do you still disturb people at night?"

The teenager hit the jump ball on the floor, the jump ball landed on the ground, and with a thud, after jumping, he was followed by his hand, and then hit again, so repeatedly.

"Did you bother?" The teenager looked sideways: "I will not apologize."

Mingshu: "..." is okay, great! It's going to heaven!

The teenager hit the jump ball for a while, but he didn't show any reaction to the invasion of his territory for an extra person in the room.

It seems that there is one more person, just as there is one more object.

Mingshu stood and looked at him for a while, he kept that posture, motionless, the jump ball can accurately fall into his palm every time, without any slight deviation.

The teenager threw the jump ball out again, and with a ‘pop’ sound, the room fell into darkness. Ming Shu saw the jump ball bounce back from the other side and was held by the teenager.

"Are you a psychic?"

"Master, are you still asleep?"

The sound of Mingshu and the bodyguard outside almost overlapped.

"Sleep." The young man echoed.

There is not even the taste to cover up, it is simply talking nonsense.

The bodyguards outside seemed to be used to it and said respectfully: "Master, what are you calling us?"

"understood."

The youth should be quick.

However, his attitude of hitting the ball did not converge.

Obviously the bodyguard outside the door also heard.

There was a few seconds of silence outside the door, and then the sound of footsteps leaving.

"My question just now, you haven't answered me yet."

The teenager suddenly raised his hand and jumped the ball towards Mingshu. At this moment the time seemed to be slowed down.

Mingshu can almost see the trajectory of the jump ball.

The teenager still kept the posture of throwing the jump ball, his pale face, could not tell whether it was indifferent or ridiculous, or that he had no expression.