Su Xiaobai cried and cried, unable to help himself, like a child, regardless of his image.

"I really hurt, bastard!" he cried and scolded him.

Bai Zhihan only felt that his brain hurt, and the urge to strangle Su Xiaobai was even stronger.

"If you cry again, I'll strangle you. Bai Zhihan said viciously.

Su Xiaobai's tears did not stop, but cried more intensely, crying and sobbing very pitifully, like a little hand grabbing Bai Zhihan's heart.

Bai Zhihan's heart softened, he took Su Xiaobai into his arms, and comforted him like a child: "Don't cry, I won't strangle you." ”

"You strangled me. Su Xiaobai cried and said.

"Really?" Bai Zhihan asked, his voice soft.

Su Xiaobai nodded, tears falling down her eyes.

Bai Zhihan stepped forward and kissed her lips, blocking all her cries back into her throat. The oxygen that Su Xiaobai needed was pumped away by him little by little, and the feeling of suffocation hit overwhelmingly. Su Xiaobai pushed him desperately, but he was hugged tighter by Bai Zhihan.

When Su Xiaobai's cry could no longer be heard, Bai Zhihan slowly withdrew, his thin lips swept over her cheeks, stopped in her ear and asked, "Are you still crying?"

Bai Zhihan suddenly realized that a strong kiss was more useful than coaxing.

Under the dual influence of alcohol and crying, Su Xiaobai felt very tired, leaning on Bai Zhihan's chest, his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

The sound of gentle breathing came, and Bai Zhihan looked down to see that Su Xiaobai was already asleep. The whole fair little face was full of tears, and there was a trace of tears in the corners of his eyes.

Bai Zhihan flexed his fingers and wiped away her tears.

He picked her up and walked to the second floor, and when he passed by the maid, he stopped and said, "Cook a bowl of decanting soup and send it." ”

After spitting out all the complaints she had been holding back for a long time, she slept soundly.

Bai Zhihan first went to the bathroom to put water, and then took Su Xiaobai in to help her take a bath.

Halfway through, Su Xiaobai woke up in a daze and asked in a low voice, "Bai Zhihan, what are you doing?"

The corners of Bai Zhihan's lips hooked, and he raised an evil smile, "Help you take a bath." ”

Su Xiaobai didn't blow up his hair like before, but calmly let out an "oh", and fell asleep again in the next second.

Bai Zhihan rarely took advantage of the danger to take her out of the bathtub, pulled the bath towel on the side, wrapped her, and took her out and stuffed her into the quilt.

"Young master, the sobering soup is ready. The maid's respectful voice sounded outside.

"Come in. ”

The maid put the decanting soup on the bedside table and respectfully withdrew.

Bai Zhihan scooped a spoonful of sobering soup and handed it to Su Xiaobai's lips, saying, "Su Xiaobai, wake up." ”

Su Xiaobai frowned and didn't wake up.

Bai Zhihan frowned, stretched out his hand to help Su Xiaobai up, and halfway through, he stretched out his hand again.

Bai Zhihan took a sip of the sobering soup, leaned over, and crossed the soup into Su Xiaobai's mouth. Su Xiaobai is like a fish washed up in the shallows, and when he gets a little water, he wants to draw more.

After feeding a bowl of sobering soup, Bai Zhihan's evil fire was also completely stirred up. He looked at Su Xiaobai, but in the end, he still didn't turn into a big bad wolf to eat her and wipe her clean.

The cold water washed his body over and over again, suppressing the extinguishing evil fire.

Bai Zhihan wiped his hair and walked out of the bathroom, glancing at Su Xiaobai, she was still asleep, and she hadn't even changed her posture. Bai Zhihan went around to the wine cellar, took down a bottle of red wine, removed the cork, and the rich aroma of wine filled the wine cellar, making people's bodies relax.

This villa is suitable for a collection of famous wines.

In the dim light, Bai Zhihan poured the red wine into the decanter.

The chandelier hanging above Bai Zhihan's head is ancient, and the light emitted by it also has an ancient taste, and with the mellow aroma of wine, it is easy to have the illusion of traveling through time and space.

Bai Zhihan's bathrobe was half-open, revealing his lean chest. He was tall and stood at the table, and even his shadow was very long.

The older the wine, the longer it will take to decant it.

Bai Zhihan sat on a wicker chair, his legs folded together, his posture lazy and arbitrary. He took the gold-rimmed glasses on the table and held a seemingly heavy book in his hand, the pages of which had yellowed to show its age. Bai Zhihan opened the cover, and the fragrance of books immediately came.

From a distance, there is much less anger on his body, and he derives a gentlemanly taste.

The mobile phone on the table vibrated impatiently, Bai Zhihan opened the answer button, and turned on the hands-free by the way.

"What's the matter?" he asked, his eyes falling on the book.

"Mr. Mu's mother passed away. The assistant's voice sounded alarmed.

Bai Zhihan still had an indifferent tone: "So what?"

"Mostly, mostly ......"

"What is it? Shut up if you can't tell!" Bai Zhihan said impatiently.

"Mr. Mu thinks that Mrs. Mu's death is related to you. The assistant said openly.

A hint of surprise flashed across Bai Zhihan's face, and it quickly disappeared.

"Oh, is it?" said Shirakuhan with a smile, countless frosts bursting out of his voice.

He only wanted Murong's life, but he had no interest in the lives of others.

What's more, Bai Zhihan didn't bother to kill a powerless woman at all.

"Mr. Bai, what should I do now?" the assistant asked.

Bai Zhihan's fingertips gently pinched the page, turned to another page, and said lightly: "Wait and see." ”

"But, but ......"

"Are you questioning my decision?" Bai Zhi's cold voice interrupted the assistant's words.

"How dare I question you. The assistant immediately laughed.

Bai Zhihan hung up the phone, but his attention could no longer be focused on the page.

He rubbed his temples, letting the tense nerves relax slightly.

Bai Zhihan dialed the internal phone and asked the maid to bring his computer to the wine cellar. The maid was very efficient, and a few minutes after hanging up, the computer was in front of him.

He finished processing the accumulated documents one by one, clicked on the last email, and after reading the whole sentence, Bai Zhihan slammed the computer, his face gloomy as stagnant.

The email was sent by Murong and was only a short sentence.

- Bai Zhihan, I want to make your life worse than death.

Obviously, Murong had already expected that his mother's death was inseparable from Bai Zhihan, and once the seeds of revenge were planted, they could grow without water or light.

Life is better than death.

Bai Zhihan could imagine Murong gritting his teeth when he typed these four words, he must have wanted to solve Bai Zhihan with his own hands, and he might have thought that he was about to go crazy.

No one had ever dared to threaten him with such a tone that was not afraid of death, and for a while, Bai Zhihan actually admired Murong a little. He really wanted to see how fierce Murong would be when he tore off the gentle and polite mask wrapped around his body.

Two hours later, Bai Zhihan drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp, and the bloodthirsty color brewing in his eyes was no different from the color of red wine.

Seeing Su Xiaobai, the white face that was as cold as frost eased down.

He lifted the corner of the quilt and lay in, hugging Su Xiaobai tightly.