A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

As soon as Quan Leng left, a black shadow, like a ghost, followed silently.

After a while, the shadow turned back and appeared in the room where they had just met.

As soon as his knees bent, the man prostrated himself in front of the sofa: "Boss, Quan Leng has already left."

If at this moment, the handsome man on the sofa was replaced by a woman, the style of painting would probably instantly change to that of a princess and a knight...

"Well, let people keep an eye on him. If you have any problems, report to me at any time. If that person's restlessness affects the overall situation, the person who is watching him does not need to report back, and can deal with him directly."

The man's flirtatious face was neither sad nor happy.

His attention seemed to be on the wine glass in his hand.

There was no change in his face or eyes.

He was so indifferent as if he didn't ask the facts, but there was a sense of coldness in his words.It seemed that for him, killing a person was an extremely easy task, just as simple and natural as eating and drinking.

This man is like a complex of contradictions.

But if Bao Jinghan saw him, he would definitely say - there is no contradiction, this guy is completely like a devil!

"Yes, boss."

The man who bowed his head and knelt on the ground on one knee only hesitated for a moment, and immediately agreed to his words.

But it was this moment of hesitation that was caught by Terence.

He stopped shaking his glass.

In the crystal clear cup, the smear of scarlet, also with the slight stiffness of his fingers, knocked against the wall of the cup inertially, and tremblingly stopped swaying.

He raised his eyes, his eyes were very indifferent, like a shadow, without any sense of existence, but wrapped in a kind of cold and chilling man like his black clothes.

Eyes unconsciously narrowed into a narrow slit.

After a while, he evoked a smile of unknown meaning, and slowly opened his eyes: "Do you have any objections?"

Terence's voice, like his face, is beautiful.

Moist, long, and reminding us of the impact of gold and stone.

Very moving.

But even so, the man kneeling on the ground still involuntarily tightened his back, as if he had entered a state of vigilance, or tension.

He raised his head and glanced at the man in front of him, his eyes flicked across the face so beautiful that he was immune to it, then immediately lowered his head, and replied solemnly and respectfully: "This subordinate dare not."

"It's nothing to be afraid of. If you have any objections, just speak up. I want to hear it very much."

Smiling, Terence put down his wine glass, looked at the man with warm eyes, raised his wrist slightly to signal him to get up: "You are my subordinate, you are the one I chose, you have been with me for so many years, how can I not Do you know you? Over the years, you have done your best for me... you have done your best for me, and I can see it. And you are not a troublesome person. Once you have too many things, it must be a good thing for me .So I really want to hear what you think about this matter and that person!"

The person who stood up was slightly taken aback.

I just want to kneel down.

It can be seen that Terence frowned slightly without a trace, and he immediately retracted his movements, forcing himself to stand up straight.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he looked at him quietly and said what he thought in his heart: "Boss, I don't think Quan Leng is reliable. He is a villain, a scheming, ambitious, selfish , A villain who is only planning for himself. He takes every step of the way, and almost everyone is calculated into it, even the adopted son who treats him like his own father, has to use..."

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