Deep spoiled I: The beloved of the Devil's Boss

It was still the dark room and the cold smoking man. A man flashed into the room from the corner and asked in a low voice, "master, what do you want to do?"

The man by the window turned around and said, "how's your business going?"

The man looked at the man. "Master, what are you talking about?"

The man was obviously unhappy. "When did I give you courage?"

The man smiled, "master, when did you change yourself?"

"Don't laugh in front of me!" the man scolded.

The man put away his smile, restored his previous expressionless face, and simply replied, "he does have a daughter, but he ran away from home more than 20 years ago. Now he can't find out where he is and what his name is."

The man was obviously dissatisfied with the man's answer. As soon as he closed his eyes and raised his voice slightly, "I'll give you two more days. If it's still the result, you'll end it by yourself."

The man didn't seem to care about this sentence. On the contrary, he said easily, "when people die, everything is more difficult to check."

The man originally lowered his head. After hearing the man's words, he slowly raised his head and shot his eyes at the man. The man trembled and disappeared into the room.

"Min, what can I do for you?" a man disappeared just now, and then a woman appeared in the room.

The man took a strong smoke, slowly spit it out, and put the rest of the smoke between the woman's red lips.

"You're still in this habit." the woman smoked with a cigarette between her slender fingers, turned to the sofa and sat down gracefully.

"Don't you still like it?" the man smiled low and sat on the sofa. The woman leaned against him.

"Come on, there's something I need to do this time." the woman spits smoke on the man's face, and a pair of hooked eyes turn around and stare at the man's handsome face.

"The man in the picture, take care of him." the man pointed to a picture on the table and gently stroked the woman's slender waist.

The woman bent over, stretched out her hand, picked up the picture on the table, and opened her red lips. "He?" the woman's tone and expression on her face were obviously shocked.

"Why? Isn't this what you always wanted?" the man smiled and pinched it around the woman's waist.

The woman stared at the picture for a few seconds, then asked softly, "why him?"

The man's expression suddenly turned cold. He pushed the woman away and stood up. The cold voice sounded in the room, "I said, don't ask why. This is the last time. Next time, you know the consequences."

"I can't do it." the woman pressed the cigarette in the ashtray, put the photo in her pocket and stood up.

The man seemed to have expected that the woman would say so. He sneered, "if you don't want him to die, be obedient. Don't worry, I'm helping you. Now he's in love with other women. I'm helping you get him back."

"If you change someone else, I really can't do it. I'll collapse when I see him."

"Mo Rong, I'll say it again for the last time. You have to do what you can or can't do. You have no choice!" the man announced his order in a cold voice, which dashed the last hope of the woman named Mo Rong.

"Zhe Hangmin, you bastard!" Mo Rong shouted at the man, and the wronged tears flowed out in an instant.

Zhe Hangmin looked at the woman in front of him without expression. After a long time, he said, "yes, you can go if you don't go. Then you can accompany him to the grave with your humble love."

Zhe Hangmin didn't turn back to the door.

Zhe Hangmin was ready to open the door. Mo Rong sucked his nose and said coldly, "OK, I'll go."

Zhe Hangmin stopped for a moment, with a successful smile on his face. Then he didn't turn back and opened the door, "bang!" the door closed heavily. Zhe Hangmin left the room and left the woman sitting on the ground crying.

"You are so worthless." suddenly, a man's voice sounded in the dark. The woman quickly wiped her tears and stood up from the ground.

"You want to die." Mo Rong glared at the man.

The man picked up the woman's pointed chin, smiled and said, "if I die in your arms, I'm really satisfied, Xiaorong."

"Pa!" the woman waved her arm and slapped the man on the arm instead of the man's face.

"It seems that you like violence. I'm too gentle to you, right?" the man grabbed the woman's hands, picked her up and walked to the sofa.

The woman struggled on the man's shoulder for a few times, and then said angrily, "dead black pig, let go of me. If you don't want me to make you a woman, let me down as soon as possible."

When the man heard the speech, he loosened his hands and tilted his shoulders. The woman didn't pay attention and fell firmly to the ground.

"Ouch -" the woman screamed.

"If you two want to exercise outside, don't dirty my rest place." while the woman screamed, another man appeared from the darkness.

"Why are you here?" the man who was just called dead black pig by Mo Rong looked at the man who came in, went to the sofa and sat down, picked up the cigarette on the table and smoked.

The new man also sat down on the sofa and asked, "Why are you here?"

Mo Rong got up from the ground and said, "you two don't pretend to be like an uncle in front of me. Get up and soften my legs."

"Heiyu, it seems that you really need to teach this unscrupulous woman."

"Dead steamed stuffed bun, shut your mouth." the woman stared at the man opposite.

"Yes, dead steamed stuffed bun is much better than leopard." Heiyu smiled and looked at the man named steamed stuffed bun.

The man called "dead steamed stuffed bun" smiled without anger, crossed his legs, looked disdainfully at the men and women in front of him, and said, "the master has ordered me to be responsible this time, so you are obedient, so that I won't be unhappy one day and your life will be gone."

"Hum," Mo Rong looked disdainfully at the man named steamed stuffed bun, "less nonsense, how to divide the work, say it."

Heiyu took two puffs of smoke, then pushed it into the ashtray and looked at the steamed stuffed bun.

The steamed stuffed bun took out a knife from his pocket, played with it and said casually, "the old rule is that it's just black rain. I remind you that you'd better not think about the woman named Jing Jiajia, lest you don't know how to die in the end."

"Why? Anyway, the woman I like will get it." Heiyu glanced disdainfully.

"I don't care about you, but I woke you up. You should remember, and I forgot to tell you that the woman is in the hospital now. Why don't you go now?" steamed stuffed bun looked contemptuously at the man named Heiyu.

"Really, I'll go now..." Heiyu said and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"I should go too." Mo Rong also said, and then disappeared.

Steamed stuffed bun sat on the sofa, sighed, and finally left. In the black room, he recovered the dead silence

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