Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1605 You Are My Faith (17)

Mr. Benson raised an eyebrow.

Without further words, he understood what she meant.

After a short pause, he smoked a cigarette unhurriedly and chuckled.

"I just thought if I could make him unhappy...then I'd be happy."

It's rare to find a little trouble for that arrogant man, he doesn't want to...

Just let go of this good opportunity.

It can arouse his anger, make him anxious, and watch him helpless...

That scene must be very interesting.

Mr. Benson took another puff of the cigarette, and then, slowly, put the cigarette butt in the ashtray and crushed it out.

Sparks go out.

"You don't have to have a psychological burden. I'm not doing this to help you, but to have some fun."

"Don't worry... In this world, there are many people who hate him."

"You count as one...and I count as one."

He stood up and gathered his suit.

Ji Chuchu also stood up and looked at him calmly.

More than grateful, but still not lacking in vigilance.

But Benson didn't seem to need her trust either.

He took her hand politely and gave her a gentleman's hand kiss.

Elegant, without losing the bad spirit.

He said, "good night, Miss Ji."

"I hope you can have a good dream tonight."

He raised his eyes and looked at her meaningfully, those deep blue eyes seemed to have intoxicating magic power.

But Ji Chuchu didn't respond, and instead withdrew his hand.

He didn't say he liked or disliked his gentleman's behavior.

It's just some physical rejection.

Mr. Benson smiled, not annoyed.

He casually picked up a black velvet top hat and put it on.

Soon, he left this manor.

The sound of the car's engine gradually faded away and disappeared into the thick night.

Ji Chuchu was left behind, standing in the hall, looking outside, deep in thought.

Slowly clenched the hanging hand.

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At this moment, on an island in country B.

Qiqi stood in the dark after running around investigating the men in black all day.

The leader lowered his head, clasped his hands, and spoke cautiously and respectfully.

"Sir...sir, time is limited, Miss Ji's whereabouts...we still haven't found it."

He didn't look up, he knew that he had received professional training since he was a child - at this time, he must not look up.

Because it is possible that when you look up, what you are facing is not the face of the husband, but... the cold muzzle of the gun.

A bullet could kill him in an instant.

He lowered his head, because of nervousness, the inner shirt on his back was already wet.

But he still didn't dare to move, for fear of offending Mister even more.

In the dark, the person in the wheelchair did not make a sound.

The cold medicine flowed drop by drop from the infusion tube, and he rubbed the jade plate in his hand, as if his whole body was covered with cold.

Bitter cold.

The air was extremely silent, except for his low coughing sound from time to time.

Somewhat weak.

The doctor on the side wanted to step forward to check, but he stopped him by raising his hand.

The low and hoarse voice fell, like a poisonous snake hissing in the dark night, even though he was ill, he could still spit out snake letters and shake his fangs.

Lurking, ready to attack at any time.

"Continue to check."

"It doesn't matter if she dies, I want...that child."

He was coughing, his chest rising and falling.

Under the faint light, the cross on his body was revealed.

Accompanied by his coughing, he kept shaking.

That cold cross seemed to symbolize his identity——

he is……

God's, believers.

(End of this chapter)