CEO, Hold On A Moment

She made up her mind.

Then, in silence, he stares at the waste stream fearlessly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds

"Jomo," Huang Liu finally sighed, breaking the silent deadlock. He didn't open his eyes. His voice was very low and light. He only said, "he won't promise..."

He?

Who does he mean? Tang BeiYao?

Joke!

If Tang BeiYao is really dead, does it matter whether he agrees or not?

"You can do it." Joe Mu sneered, ready, can die, "we'll see!" She didn't give in at all. Her last word completely blocked the other party.

Silence again.

In the air, this kind of cold Su, which belongs to stalemate, is a bit more intense.

Until -

"touch!"

There was a dull noise.

Huang Liu clenched his fist with one hand and hit the table heavily. He got up angrily, denounced "stupidity", then raised his foot and walked around the table He walked out of the gate, and his figure soon hid in the dark.

Where did he go?

Jomo didn't know.

She still stops at the original position, trying to calm her emotions and adjust her breathing Is she irritating me? Whatever! She is the one who should be angry!

………

"Dinner..." "Slave" stood not far away. After a long time, he spoke carefully Do you still have it? "

The cups and plates on the table are neat, and the dishes are almost untouched. It's just that after such a long time, the dishes are basically cold. Even the ice in the opposite glass melted most of it.

The slave was waiting in a tray, ready to clear the table.

"Eat Jomo bit his teeth, took a deep breath, or sat down and picked up chopsticks, "I haven't eaten yet." She has to eat and conserve her strength! Now the opponent is Huang Liu, she can't be slighted!

Forced to pull a few mouthfuls of rice, but also casually clip a la carte, Joe Mu is gobbling up the whole process.

By chance

She just ran into the sight of the slave, who was looking at her in amazement and amazement. But the next second his eyes met, the slave bowed his head and dropped his eyes quickly and astringently.

"Hello Jomo called him, "you didn't have dinner, did you? Sit down and eat together. "

"Ah?" The second she spoke, "slave" quickly looked up, but after hearing her proposal, his face was even more shocked, and his eyes even turned to panic, "I can't eat at the same table with you! I just It's just a... "

He waved his hand and began to stutter again.

"Slaves?" Jomo speechless to accept his words, sympathy and helplessness mixed, "our era, there are no slaves, everyone is equal." She didn't know how many years the organization had been isolated from the world? There are such values

"Sit down and eat? Anyway, I can't finish it. " Pointing to the cold dishes on the table, Joe urged again.

The slave moved slowly.

He carefully sat down on the side, and carefully reached out, from a plate, took a baked Nang When he did these movements, he looked at her and observed her look.

It was not until the baked Nang was sent into the mouth that the "slave" laughed foolishly.

"Do you have a name?" Jomo asked. Looking at the man beside him, he had some bad taste: he was a man, but he lived like a stray animal What's the point of immortality?

"My name is ah Sheng, the winner of victory." "Slave" quickly swallowed the roast Nang and answered quickly.

"Ah Sheng?" Joe murmured and repeated with a smile. "Well, I'll call you ah Sheng later."

"Good!" Xu has not been treated equally for a long time. Ah Sheng nods his head and feels almost excited. His fear is less, then more words, blurted out on the spot, "my name, or the last you take."

"Last me?" Joe was surprised.

"Well, she also gave me something to eat, and it was very good..." She told me that there was a war outside, and she hoped that when she went out, she had already won, so she called me ah Sheng

Jomo responded with a smile: war? How many years ago?

"How long has she lived with you? What does she usually do when she's here? " She also put on the posture of chatting, but deliberately inquired.

But as soon as she asked this, the other side was silent. Even looking at her eyes, they turned to be alert.

Is she asking too directly?

Thought Jomo.

She can only change another way -

"ah Sheng, you eat more meat." Qiao Mu will be a fried meat, push to a Sheng near. After a few casual greetings, she naturally added, "would you like a drink?"She thinks ah Sheng is a breakthrough.

Honest and honest

There are some things he won't say now, so if he is drunk, will he be willing to say?

"No, no, no!" But ah Sheng waved his hand repeatedly, showing panic at her proposal, "I can't drink! Please, don't let me drink Let me do anything else! "

He pleaded nervously.

The servile lowliness that seeps into the flesh and blood is unconsciously and incisively displayed.

"What about diving?" Jomo made a deliberate attempt.

Sure enough, ah Sheng's face turned even whiter.

"Well, I'm kidding you." Jomo smiles. Before the other party is more afraid, he takes the words back and asks, "you will not feel comfortable in the water. Is drinking the same reason?"

"Yes." Ah Sheng scratched his head and looked a little stiff. "People like us are not suitable for alcohol..." With that, he quickly stuffed the rest of the baked Nang into his mouth, chewed it casually twice and swallowed it.

"I'm going to work." He stood up and said, "thank you."

……

Jomo didn't stop him.

She also sat at the table, slowly put down the dishes, no appetite. Her eyes are still on the glass of wine that Huangliu just wanted She even took it up and smelled it. It was wine!

Therefore, this is different from her initial judgment: she originally thought that Huangliu and asheng were the same kind of people, and they didn't like to soak in the water. But ah Sheng can't drink, but Huang Liu can

Why?

Is her guess wrong?

…………

"Click!"

There was a soft noise from the door.

Qiao Mu looks for the sound source and looks over -

Huangliu is coming in from the outside with a mobile phone in his hand. He just went out for so long, it should be that he talked with others on the phone, and it is obvious that his mood now is quite different from before.

He was no longer angry.

He calmed down again, no more mood swings.

"Finished?" He took a look at her, and even took the initiative to speak, as if the previous argument did not exist, "then go to bed early, and remember to get up at seven tomorrow morning."

Joe Mu frowned and looked at him: he stood in the shadow of the porch with a smile in his eyes, and his whole body was mild and indifferent. He seemed calm, waiting for any reaction from her

"Well, good." Jomo nodded and suddenly said nothing more.

"Somebody When Huang Liu heard her promise, he called out. After ah Sheng came in a hurry, he said, "send her back to the room."

"Yes." Ah Sheng answered, he is always a slave in front of the wasteland. He reached out respectfully and made a "please" gesture. "I'll see you over."

……

Jomo was ahead.

After the stairs, she still wants to move forward, but ah Sheng catches up and stops her.

"What's the matter?" Jomo frowned in doubt.

"You sleep upstairs." Ah Sheng rubbed his hands and gave her a direction. "There are rooms upstairs. The guest room downstairs is Don't stop He pondered the sentence and expressed it euphemistically.

Jomo: after all, before tonight, she went out of the guest room and ran away once.

But now it's different -

"I won't run." Jomo explained.

She has to stay here until at least seven tomorrow morning. She wants to see Nanming and make sure they don't cooperate with each other. Moreover, she didn't want to find Tang BeiYao's trouble.

So

She's willing to stay here and be a hostage.

"You'd better sleep upstairs." Ah Sheng insisted, "so I'm better to explain. "

Jomo was helpless.

“…… All right She nodded, giving up the meaningless choice. "I'll go upstairs and pick a room. If you get up early tomorrow morning, please call me

"Good." Ah Sheng looks happy and nods.

Jomo just went to the second floor.

…………

There are several guest rooms on the second floor.

The layout of the holiday villa is simple, clean and comfortable. Qiaomu chose one of them. She carefully opened the door and sat down next to it For a long time.

She didn't hear a second person coming upstairs.

So, ah Sheng and Huang Liu live on the first floor at night?

I'm afraid she'll run again, so it's convenient to live on the first floor?

Jomo coldly hooked the corners of his lips, laughed at himself, and then propped himself up on the floor. She'll have to wash up, get some sleep, and get up in the morning

She settled everything in her heart.

But really lying in bedShe couldn't sleep.

After tossing and turning for a long time, she didn't feel sleepy.

In the first half of the night, she had been thinking: what kind of people does Huangliu belong to? She thought she had found his weakness, but all this was based on the fact that he was also a "failed mutant"

But what if he's not?

What's more, is the glass of wine he asked for at dinner really unintentional or deliberately made for her?

She has no answer.

In the middle of the night, Jomo was worrying all the time: what should I do tomorrow? If Nanming really wants to cooperate with that organization, how can she stop it? How can she protect Tang BeiYao?

Think of Tang BeiYao

He should be in a hurry now, right? He should be looking for her, right? I don't know where he is. Do you take care of yourself She doesn't even know where she is

Jomo rubbed his nose.

She felt sour and astringent between the wings of her nose, and her eyes were slightly swollen. So she simply turned off the light and buried her face in the quilt soon! It's only a few hours before dawn!

She believes that after daybreak, everything will be fine