I followed him in silence and trepidation. The whole body seemed to be evacuated, like a puppet doll without a soul, mechanically following him, unconscious, without the right to choose.

Devil is the branch of HURT, and HURT is the head office, the core of their twelve families, as long as they master HURT, it is equivalent to choking their throats, and strangle their plan to be the number one in the world at the point of origin - DEVIL.

And Fendiska doesn't have the capital to compete with HURT, oh no, not even Devil.

It was under such intense and ridiculous imagination that I reluctantly followed him to the legendary "falling angel"

Office - Those 12 people who have the appearance of angels, but all have the connotation of Voldemort.

He seemed to see what I was thinking, and gently pulled the corners of his lips, "Ann's ......"

My feet were soft, and I fell to the ground like stepping on the air, and I was constantly drenched in cold sweat all over my body, and I didn't dare to move.

I struggled to lift my eyelids and looked at him heavily, trying to control my feelings, and I knew that I must be very wolf at this point.

And Bian Boxian looked at me with a smile in front of him, looking at me like a dog...... No, it's behind my back!

I followed his gaze and looked behind me, and my brain exploded - it was Momo.

I looked back in astonishment, and Bian Boxian didn't know when he walked up to me and stretched out his bony hand to me—he meant to show Mo Mo the act.

Tilting her head and sneaking a glance at Mo Mo, she was looking at Bian Boxian with a shocked face, as if sensing that I was looking at her, and smiled at me again.

She didn't laugh at me, and there was a hint of comfort in my heart, but she smiled.

The smile made my heart sour.

Acid flooding.

I raised my hand silently and put it in Bian Boxian's white palm.

I dare not veto or reject any of his decisions.

I didn't dare to face Mo Mo.

In front of her, I felt like a sinner.

It's me who is sorry for her.

She opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but finally squirmed twice and swallowed the words.

I tried my best to look up at Mo Mo, and said quietly and cautiously, "Mo Er...... I...... Bian Boxian...... Don't get me wrong......"

My voice was like a handful of sand, hoarse, terrible.

She raised her two lips, smiled and shook her head, her light voice flowing in the air, "It's okay to be careless, Brother Boxian doesn't need to ask my opinion for who he likes, you don't need to apologize to me." ”

I still looked at her guiltily, where is there no need, the Mo family is a veritable marriage family of the Bian family - she is the fiancée of Bian Boxian.

Bian Boxian beside him sneered, "What, I'm with Liangyi and I still have to ask if you agree?" ”

Mo Mo's face was a little ugly, but he still looked at me with a gentle smile: "Have fun." ”

The curvature of the corners of Bian Boxian's lips deepened, "Of course." ”

She looked at me with sympathy and envy, and nodded worriedly.

It is said that envy and jealousy are twin brothers, but I believe that Mo Mo has only envy for me, and has never been jealous.

Murmo found an excuse to leave, and I looked at her back, slowly clenching my fists.

She's gone, and it's time for my nightmares.

Bian Boxian leaned into my ear, tossing back and forth ambiguously, and the hot and humid gas sprayed at the base of the ear, "Xiaoyi, we should go." ”

The clenched fist was forcefully broken open by his hand and gently wrapped in the palm of his hand.

I bit my lip and nodded.

"Carelessness,"

He poked his head into my neck and breathed deeply, "What should I do...... I can't seem to live without you......"

My face turned red all of a sudden, and I pushed him in a bit of panic, with a hint of panic in my tone: "Baehyun, don't be like this, you... You get up first. ”

My tongue was like a knot, and the more urgent I was, the more I couldn't speak, so I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth and pushed Bian Boxian hard.

"You're not good."

He was obviously dissatisfied with being pushed away by me, and looked at me seriously with a slight frown, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"Baekhyun, didn't you say you were going to see your office?"

I tried to keep the smile on my face that was uglier than crying, and I saw myself again through his glass-colored pupils.

The self that was once invincible, and now the wolf bèi is unbearable.

Like ants, they are always trampled under the feet of others.

I am not reconciled to this.

That's not the case.

It shouldn't be like this.