Hidden Marriage President

Gritting his teeth to bear his impact, Visa's nails were already bleeding, but he still refused to make a sound, and his eyes did not leave the people downstairs...

When everything calms down again.

The man lay greedily on Weisa's body, his arms tightened, and he placed his whole body on his chest, wanting him to feel his own heartbeat.

Visa still didn't move, even tired of resisting.

After venting his anger, his emotions were soothed, he gently arranged his clothes, looked at him with great pity, and said, "Visa, I want to build a world for you, where only The two of us... just like before."

"Before..." Weisa slowly showed an erratic expression, turned around slowly, and stared at him with extremely strange eyes, as if this person to him was nothing but a moment without a past. , no future, nothing anymore...

The look in Visa's eyes made him startled, and soon, he raised his eyebrows again, and wrapped his arms around him even tighter.

Weisa narrowed his eyes a little bit, and said loudly: "Jue Zhan, I owe you the debt, the one time just now is enough to pay you back!"

The man narrowed his eyes, no longer melancholy, but full of anger: "What are you talking about?"

Visa raised a meaningless smile and said word by word: "You swept away my only dignity and left me with nothing. Isn't that enough to repay your debt of love?"

"Damn it! Who told you to say this?!" Jue Zhan was furious and swung his fist, but Weisa didn't move. He just stood there, staring coldly at the fist that was about to approach him.

The fist stopped less than two centimeters from his face.

Visa looked at him mockingly, raised his hand, and caressed his handsome and masculine cheek, "Jue Zhan, you know me as well as I know you. Bi Ruo, I never lose, It's the same this time!" At some point, he was already pinching three silver needles in his hand, slowly stroking his skin, and Jue Zhan squinted his eyes, "Have you forgotten? This thing is useless to me. "

"Hehe," Weisa smiled, his voice was so soft that people wanted to grasp it but couldn't grasp it, "but it works for me."

Jue Zhan's expression changed, "Say it again!"

"Before, it didn't matter how I lived, but now, it's different..." Weisa shook his head, turned his eyes sideways, and glanced downstairs, where suddenly became sad and sentimental again.

Another moment, and then disappeared.

He raised his head and looked at Jue Zhan, "I don't want to live such a cheap life."

"Snapped!"

A slap in the face, slapped Weisa hard on the face, "I don't allow you to say that about yourself!"

Jue Zhan was furious, his muscles tensed.

Nothing pissed him off more than Visa's self-deprecation!

Visa's cheek was tilted to one side, and the corner of his mouth tasted blood, and he just licked it lightly with the tip of his tongue.Looking back, the indifferent gaze made Jue Zhan tremble.

"What I owe you, I have paid. What about you?"

Pushing him away, Visa straightened his back and walked outside.

"Come back! I order you, come back!" Weisa turned a deaf ear to the order behind Jue Zhan, even though...he knew what was pointing at him behind his back.

The gun in Juezhan's hand finally dropped.

He turned his head and stared at the people downstairs, the hatred in his eyes was overwhelming.

Ito and his men have already cleaned up those stone piles.He came to Ada, raised his eyebrows at him, and pointed backwards, "I believe that you are such a well-disciplined army, you won't take your word for it?"

Ada remained expressionless all the time, and his voice didn't fluctuate much, and he said softly, "Of course."

"That's good." The corners of Ito's lips curled up slightly, and a cold and hostile breath passed through his smiling eyes from time to time.He took another step forward and lowered his voice: "If you want to show it to your people, you have to show some sincerity, and we are naturally willing to cooperate, what do you think?"

With a very domineering smile, he turned around and walked back into the team.

Ada's gaze became even colder, and he ordered all the prisoners to be brought back.

Ito was right. Since it was a "show" and they were willing to cooperate, he naturally had to put on a show.

When he was brought back to the cell again, Ito's face suddenly sank, and his expression became obviously impetuous.He frowned, stopped Ada who was about to leave, and asked, "Where is Visa? Where is he?"

This is a dragon's pond and a tiger's lair, and there are hidden murderous intentions everywhere. He hasn't seen Weisa since just now, which makes him very uneasy.

Ada stopped and looked back at him, "He is different from you, so the treatment is naturally different."

Ito was taken aback, and wanted to ask something more, but Ada had already turned around and left the gate.

Visa is different from them?

What's the difference?Could it be that they are also with the Seventh Bureau, and want to get his sister's military intelligence from Visa?

If this is the case, wouldn't Visa be in danger!

The more Ito thought about it, the more worried he became, fidgeting in the narrow cell, clutching the railing, holding on tightly, as if he wanted to break it.

Just then, the door opened again.

When he looked up and saw the person walking in, he was overjoyed and all his anxiety was swept away.

"Sa!"

Visa walked towards him, and said coldly to the prison guard next to him, "Open the door."

"No...no..."

When the prison guard saw that it was him, his legs became weak from fright, and he stepped back from time to time.

He raised his hand, silver light flickered between his fingers, "Open, or not!"

The prison guard opened the cell door without saying a word.

Anyway, there are high-voltage lines connected here, so they can't get out.

The door opened, Visa walked in, and the door slammed shut behind him.

He didn't say anything, and sat down slowly on the ground.

"Sa, where have you been?" Ito sat across from him and stared at him.

"I didn't go anywhere." Visa looked away, as if he didn't want to say more.

"Then you..." Ito said something else, and suddenly noticed his face.

There was a palm print on such a beautiful and fair face!

Ito turned his eyes cold when he saw it, and pinched his chin, "What's going on? Who hit you?!"

Visa broke free and frowned, "It's okay."

Ito suddenly jumped up from the ground, pointed at him, and said angrily: "Damn! What's the matter? You have been beaten, and you still say it's okay? Tell me, which bastard is it!! Tell me, I'm going to smoke It hurt his tendons!" He was so angry that his hair was about to stand on end.

Dare to hit his Sha?Damn, I really don't want to live anymore! !

"Is it a black rose?!" Ito was aware of Visa's strength, so after much deliberation, this bastard was the only one who was most likely!

Visa rubbed his face with his hands, and there was still a burning pain there.

"It doesn't matter who it is," he said.