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"Zhang Yue." Cong Sheng nodded slightly and replied, his posture elegant and calm, as if he really didn't know that the man next to him was a powerful underworld boss.
But looking at Wang Moxiao's dark, deep and unwavering eyes, Cong Sheng couldn't guess whether Wang Moxiao had investigated him in advance.
You must know that Zhang Yue was an insignificant person to Wang Moxiao before. The two of them should never have any intersection in their lives. The only intersection before was just among the little people who were bullied by his son, Wang Zhaoqing. one.
Now that Wang Moxiao suddenly appeared in front of him, Cong Sheng couldn't figure out what was going on. Could it be that the blessing of the God of Love's Arrow was so effective that the big boss who lived in his hometown magically appeared in the civil aviation cabin.
Is this the so-called 'marriage of a thousand miles tied by a thread'? !
A person like Wang Moxiao can reach his current status and height, but if he has no ability, he will be trampled to death by his enemies in minutes. This underground emperor can overwhelm the entire underground forces of country C, control such a behemoth as the 'Qing Gang', and is even famous on the list of dark forces in the entire Asia-Pacific region. Think about it, he is not a simple figure. Moreover, the dangers he encountered and the number of enemies he had were directly proportional to Wang Moxiao's status. If Wang Moxiao showed up alone and lightly dressed like this, wouldn't he be afraid of being killed by his enemies
Although Cong Sheng's previous family was a wealthy family, in the end they were just businessmen. On the surface, he is an innocent and serious businessman, but secretly, he only barely has some contacts with some powerful figures in the middle level of the underworld. Even among the people he had come into contact with during those years when he planned revenge, the highest-ranking person was only the second-in-command of a regional boss. Cong Sheng had never seen anyone of Wang Moxiao's level, nor was he qualified to contact him.
Moreover, the character of Wang Moxiao cannot be discerned from just a few strokes in the novel, so for Cong Sheng to get in touch with him now, he is both nervous and excited.
The inexplicable desire to conquer is rising.
but… …
Seeing Wang Moxiao's unabashedly gentle eyes, Cong Sheng couldn't help but smile slightly.
The initiative is in his hands, which is a really good start.
"Are you a student?" Wang Moxiao rested his elbow on the armrest of the seat, only a few inches away from Cong Sheng's arm next to him.
Cong Sheng lowered his eyes and glanced at the two arms of the two people who were very close to each other and had obvious contrasting skin colors, one honey-colored and one pale. An unknown smile flashed in his covered eyes.
When he raised his eyes again, Cong Sheng looked at Wang Moxiao from an angle that revealed a certain amount of sadness and embarrassment, allowing Wang Moxiao, who was always looking at him, to see clearly and clearly.
Cong Sheng said softly in a low and hoarse voice: "I was still here half a month ago, but something happened, and now... I have stopped studying."
"Sorry. Don't be sad. After a while, your mood will improve. If you go to school to cancel your vacation, you can still go to school." Wang Moxiao on the side was a little at a loss. His excellent memory suddenly reminded him of what he saw in the report. Content.
Isn't the reason why the boy in front of me left school because of his son Wang Zhaoqing
He was surrounded, bullied, slandered, and dropped out of school. Wasn't it his own son who caused all of this
Moreover, the boy couldn't bear the embarrassment and said he had dropped out of school. He just used the term "suspended school" to vaguely pass it by. It must be very sad and embarrassing.
And what did he do? !
He accidentally tore open the boy's scar, which made the boy who he wanted to take good care of and treat with care, pamper and love fully feel so sad.
Look at that little white face and those full eyes, do you want to cry? (Boss, you have a lot of imagination = =)
His boy wouldn't... hate him, would he? A stranger who met for the first time exposed someone's wounds rudely.
But he really didn't mean to do it, and he didn't know why he, who had always been thinking clearly and calmly, would do such a bewildered thing. Probably because he was overjoyed to see the person he loved and lost his usual calmness and restraint.
He liked this person so much that he didn't like him.
And the boy’s parents have also...
Wang Moxiao had always been calm and calm, and his face had not changed at all even when he killed someone for the first time. Now he was pale.
But years of good self-control helped him, allowing Wang Moxiao to instantly control his lost expression without letting the boy he liked next to him notice anything (Boss, are you sure?).
Wang Moxiao looked at the faint embarrassment and sadness on the handsome face of the boy next to him, and couldn't help but feel his heart burning like lava.
I want to hug him, brush away the sadness on his face, and let those beautiful eyes reveal a smile that makes me feel enchanted.
But now...
He could only quietly clench his fists on the side, trying his best to suppress his impulse, desperately telling himself that today was the 'first' meeting between the two of them, and he must not frighten his boy.
By the way, he was secretly thinking about how to prevent the boy from associating his hatred of dropping out of school and his parents' hatred to himself, making his pursuit of success more difficult.
You must know that the initiator of the incident is his son, and strictly speaking, he can be regarded as an indirect enemy.
Who calls him the enemy's father
Therefore, the boy must not be allowed to know about his relationship with Wang Zhaoqing before he falls in love with him.
Everything was completed in Wang Moxiao's mind in an instant, and he put on a gentle smile for a moment. He raised the palm resting on the armrest and gently patted the back of his white hand, which was a few inches away and one size smaller than his.
Resisting the urge to hold that hand into his palm, Wang Moxiao looked at Cong Sheng and said, "I haven't been to city B for a long time, and I am already a little unfamiliar with this city. Can Yueyue help me get familiar with this city? Can we? Let’s go out with a companion and let all the unpleasantness go away.”
"Yue Yue?" Cong Sheng blinked in confusion.
In Wang Moxiao's eyes, it was like asking, 'Why do you call me this? Isn't this the first time we've met?' '
"We already know each other. When I saw Yue Yue, I felt that we should be friends (couples). Doesn't Yue Yue not want to be my friend?"
"Of course not. I'm very happy to get to know one more friend." Cong Sheng said with a smile, as if he didn't notice Wang Moxiao's intimacy.
The distance between the two of them was also brought closer, but the word "yueyue" really made him get goosebumps when he heard it, so he rolled his eyes.
"Then I'll call you 'Momo'?" Momo, let's see if you change your tune.
But Wang Moxiao's psychological endurance was obviously greater than Cong Sheng's estimate.
"Momo? Not bad, it seems that we are caring and intimate." Wang Moxiao smiled calmly, not at all uncomfortable, but looked extremely happy.
"What do you think of the proposal I just made?" Wang Moxiao continued as if he didn't notice Cong Sheng's speechlessness.
"I have to go to school to go through some formalities. Nothing will happen next. As long as you don't mind my young age, my understanding of City B is only average." Cong Sheng is still very willing to spend more time with Wang Moxiao. After all, If you want to fight against Wang Zhaoqing, Wang Moxiao is the best golden finger.
So now he has to work hard to win the favor of 'Goldfinger'. 'Goldfinger' himself has already offered it to him, so it's hard for him to refuse. (This is a typical example of 'getting a bargain but still being nice')
"Where will you live when you arrive in City B?" Wang Moxiao thought of some of the contents in the information and knew that the people around him probably wouldn't live on campus. Thinking again of the roommate who was bribed by Wang Zhaoqing to slander his "Yue Yue" for stealing, Wang Moxiao's eyes darkened and the storm surged. He would "repay" those who bullied Yue Yue.
"Find a hotel near the school." Cong Sheng said nonchalantly.
"Well, why not go to my residence? I still have several properties in city B. The house is quite big. How about inviting my new friends to come?" Wang Moxiao took the opportunity to say, a little expectant and a little nervous.
He had never felt like this before, like a boy in love for the first time.
"This..." Cong Sheng said hesitantly.
Cong Sheng was actually quite willing in her heart, but she couldn't be so unreserved on the outside.
"I just saved a lot of accommodation fees. Shouldn't we plan to travel together? It will be more convenient if we stay at my place." Wang Moxiao tried hard to convince the people around him.
He had never thought that he would have a moment to speak so much. It doesn't look like him anymore, but this change king Mo Xiao is very happy with it.
"But will it bother you too much?" Cong Sheng still hesitated, his face full of hesitation.
"We are all friends, so there is no need to disturb us. It's settled." Wang Moxiao said happily, secretly thinking that he would let Wang Qing deal with the problem of Yue Yue dropping out of school later. His Yue Yue should be very good. Be happy to be back in school. Let's help Yue Yue get rid of those annoying 'bugs' in the school. And Wang Zhaoqing, his increasingly arrogant son, it's time for him to give some warnings and lessons.
The next trip was carried out intentionally and intentionally, and the two of them got along extremely harmoniously. After a few hours, when they stepped out of the cabin, they seemed to have been friends for many years.
"Momo, this car is yours. Have I made a 'rich' friend?" As soon as Cong Sheng opened his mouth, the people surrounding them shivered.
'Momo', such a cute and childlike name, isn't it a bit too much to be given to the famous 'Black Shura' on the road
They simply didn't dare to look up at the boss's face anymore. They were like moving sculptures with dull expressions on their faces. Occasionally, a few eyes couldn't help but glance at the boss who dared to call them this. Not only did the boss not cut the body into pieces and sink the person into the sea, but the handsome young man who smiled so happily was stared back coldly by their boss without any trace.
But after this scene, these subordinates all understood that this boy was definitely unusual in their boss's mind, and he was a type that should be treated well.
Is the spring for Boss, who has been clean and self-contained and behaved like an ascetic for the past twenty years, finally coming
This came so late, so late that they almost thought their boss was so incompetent? Some enemies on the road couldn't find a way to defeat their boss, so they had to use rumors to cause trouble. There was something in them. Anyway, there is anything to say.
x is incompetent, x is impotent, and the boss is said to be indebted to x, etc.
However, the source of these rumors was ordered by the boss to give him medicine and throw it into the zoo under his control. The end was a terrible one. All I can say is that the chrysanthemums were broken and the ground was covered with wounds.
Wang Mosheng, who was completely unaware of what was going on in his subordinates' hearts, was looking at Cong Sheng, who was teasing him, with soft eyes. The tenderness in his eyes made Cong Sheng afraid to look at him.
The spreading light pink on her fair cheeks caused Wang Mosheng, who had been looking at Cong Sheng, to see his eyes become even darker. The whirlpool inside them was like a storm, so Cong Sheng, who lowered his eyes out of embarrassment, did not see it. Otherwise, he might really realize that the Wang Mosheng in front of him lives up to his reputation as the gangster of the largest gang in country C, and how much this man has changed in front of him.