Beaune Hotel, one of the most luxurious five-star hotels in the whole city.

In the VIP presidential suite, it seems that a prehistoric catastrophe has been experienced not long ago.

Everywhere you look, it's a mess.

"If you don't fight, you won't fight, I admit defeat!"

Su Mubai raised his hand in surrender without a wolf, and the whole person sat on the ground, panting heavily.

At this time, where does he still have a trace of male god temperament, which is better than the beggars on the street.

The tragic condition of unkempt, blue nose and swollen face is more than 108,000 miles away from the male god.

With his current appearance, no one would be able to recognize him even if he walked down the street.

Compared to him, Jiujiu basically has not changed anything except for his messy clothes.

Clear apricot eyes stared at every expression on his face, and he sighed lightly and withdrew his gaze.

"Qinglong, your kung fu has regressed!"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was just enough for him to hear.

Hearing the familiar name, Su Mubai's expression was in a trance, and he raised his eyes to look at her, and his phoenix eyes crossed with a touch of helplessness.

"Jiu'er, I'm just Su Mubai now, Qinglong, and I don't exist anymore!"

"Good!" Jiujiu didn't ask the reason, but nodded seriously, turned around and stopped talking.

Looking at her emaciated back, a wry smile quietly crossed Su Mubai's eyes.

"Jiu'er, it's been so long, are you doing well?"

"Well, eat and drink!" Jiujiu glanced up at him, not carefully studying the pity in his eyes.

Silence spread between the two, Su Mubai looked at the familiar and unfamiliar face, and sighed lightly to break the silence.

"Jiu'er, aren't you curious about what I've done all these years?"

"Curious!" Faced with his question, Jiujiu nodded honestly.

Sweeping the color of his eyes, he shook his head gently the next second.

"But Master doesn't want to know!"

The smile on the corner of Su Mubai's mouth stiffened for a moment, and he just looked at her like this until she stood up.

Almost instinctively, he subconsciously grabbed her arm, "Where are you going?" ”

Before Jiujiu could answer his words, he was attracted by the sound of the door opening the door.

"Uncle Su, your old man ......"

The words blurted out came to an abrupt end after seeing the mess in front of him.

"Oh my God, is there an earthquake here?"

Gary, the gold broker, opened his mouth wide and reached out in disbelief to rub his eyes.

Mechanically turning his neck to look at Su Mubai, his eyes widened when he saw Jiujiu.

"Mu, Mubai, she, who is she?"

Taking his expression into his eyes, a trace of dissatisfaction crossed Su Mubai's eyes, and he subconsciously blocked in front of Jiujiu.

"Gary, please knock on the door before you enter!"

Only then did Gary see someone's face clearly, and suddenly the whole person was not good, and he began to shout with a black face.

"Oh my God, Mu Bai, your face, what's wrong with your face, who beat you like this, sue me for ......"

"The master beat it!"

It seemed that he couldn't stand the chatter of the other party's gods, and Jiujiu admitted it calmly.

Hearing her words, Gary's voice stopped abruptly and he looked at her in disbelief.

Faced with the doubt in his eyes, Jiujiu didn't bother to explain.

Turning around, Feng glanced at Su Mubai lightly, didn't say anything, turned around and walked out.

"Jiu'er!"

Hearing the light call behind him, Jiujiu's footsteps froze, and he didn't look back.

Seeing her back go away, the corners of Su Mubai's mouth raised a wry smile.

Suddenly remembering something, he grabbed his coat and chased him out despite Gary's obstruction.

He searched for her for three whole years, and finally found it, how could he make her disappear from his face again.

Three years ago had passed, and he didn't want to continue to regret it.

When Su Mubai chased him out, he saw Jiujiu, who was surrounded by reporters and looked confused.

"Su Mubai is out!" I don't know who shouted, and all the cameras were aimed at his face.

Su Mu wore sunglasses that were enough to cover his entire face, and faced the camera calmly and elegantly.

Walking up to Jiujiu in front of everyone, ignoring the confusion in her eyes, he reached out and took her hand.

Under her surprised gaze, he pulled her and ran.

The coat is off, the sunglasses are off, and none of that seems to matter anymore.

I don't know how long I ran, the reporter behind me had already been thrown off, Su Mubai and Jiujiu glanced at each other, and suddenly grinned.

Jiujiu smiled and smiled, and suddenly stopped laughing, and followed the big screen not far away.

On it, there are familiar cold eyes, but with a proud uncle who is thousands of miles away.

Su Mubai followed her gaze and was slightly stunned when she saw the people on the big screen.

"Pei Tianmo!" As if remembering something, Jiujiu turned to look at him with a seriousness in his eyes that he had never seen before.

"Mu Bai, if your mission target is uncle, I advise you to stop the action immediately!"

"You know him well!" In an affirmative tone, Su Mubai answered the question.

He hadn't forgotten her eyes, which he had never seen before, but for no reason he felt flustered.

"Uncle is definitely not as simple as you think!"

Jiujiu Feng glanced at the people on the screen lightly, everyone had their own secrets.

She had it, and so did her uncle, but she never cared about these secrets.

A secret is a secret, and once it's spoken, it's no longer a secret.

Taking her expression into her eyes, something quietly crossed Su Mubai's eyes and took a deep breath.

"If I had to kill him, would you stop me?"

Maybe he didn't expect him to ask like this, Jiujiu subconsciously glanced at him.

The clear apricot eyes flickered, and he nodded seriously, "Yes!" ”

"Why?" Su Mubai still didn't give up asking, his eyes staring at her every expression.

Jiujiu was stunned for a moment, raised his head and looked at him, "Because he is the person the master wants to protect!" ”

"Does Jiu'er want someone to protect?"

Su Mubai smiled, but the paleness and powerlessness in his smile could only be known by himself.

His nine children may not know that it was a promise, a promise that even he could not enjoy.

There has never been a moment of envy and jealousy of a person, or a man.

Sighing lightly, Su Mubai reached out and touched her head, and spoke with great helplessness.

"Jiu'er, I'm just a killer!"

Killers can never have feelings of their own; The killer cannot retreat the second he receives the task;

This was his answer, Jiujiu was stunned for a moment, facing the helplessness in his eyes, frowning slightly.

"Mu Bai, you are not the opponent of the master!"

"I know!" Su Mubai chuckled and nodded, he knew this better than everyone else.

Even so, he was not prepared to give up lightly.

Because he was jealous, madly jealous of the man he had never met. (To be continued.) )