Dead.

The man stands in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

At this time, he changed into a white shirt, wearing only a thin black sweatshirt and a pair of black trousers.

Obviously, it is still the same face, but it has faded from the gentle complexion before, and the three-dimensional facial features are as cold as frost at this time, like three feet of ice.

He stood with his hands in his hands, a glass of red wine in his hand.

The dim yellow light above his head shone down, and the man's slender white hand shook the goblet gently.

The red liquor rippled in the glass, causing a ripple.

"What does that bad old man want to be?"

An indifferent voice slowly came from the bottom of his throat, and for some reason, the temperature around him was a little colder.

Drip.

This will, a text message come in.

The man looked sideways slightly, and the screen of the mobile phone that was thrown on the glass table lit up, and although the unknown number on it was not obvious enough, he took a look at it and reached out to take it.

Swipe your fingertips across the screen.

The man lowered his eyes, and a pair of narrow and bright starry eyes were covered with a layer of sharp and dangerous light.

[Since you're here, when will you meet me?] 】

There is no beginning or end, and the other party's puzzling text message is sent like this.

If it was someone else, it must have thought that the other party had sent it wrong.

But for a person like him who never forgets, he has seen through the other party early on.

Raising his lips and smiling evilly, he was extremely dangerous.

He didn't seem to want to pay attention to it, just took a casual look and put the phone back.

A few minutes later, another text message came.

The man looked sideways, and the content of the message appeared on the screen.

[If you don't want to see it, then I'll go to your class, right?] Coach South. 】

After less than ten seconds, the mobile phone received another text message, which was the address here.

The other party already has the information of his address.

The hand holding the goblet tightened, and the man smiled.

In the darkness of the night, he was like a demon, and every smile smelled of bloodlust.

Phone, pick it up.

The man's cold fingertips tapped on the phone screen.

Soon, he typed a series of words and sent them out.

The content is, [Miss You is really the same as always...... Annoying. 】

Drip.

[You actually replied to me? 】

Drip.

[Knowing who I am so quickly, do you dare to say that you don't mean anything to me? 】

[Self-confidence is a good thing, but narcissism is not.] I typed this sentence without any emotion and sent it out.

Without waiting for the other party to reply to her, the man sent another sentence, [If you want to die, you will come. 】

Drip.

[Dead? I'm not afraid. 】

Drip.

[If I can die by your hands, I will admit it.] 】

Ignoring it, the man was ready to shut down after sending what he was going to say.

But when he glanced at the number number in the first place in the communication list, his dark eyes lit up.

He stared at it for several seconds, seeming to smile.

"White, small, whisper."

*

Early the next morning, Rong Sheng went to the office with breakfast and knocked on the door, but unfortunately there was no response after a few knocks.

Xiao Yao was just about to go over to fetch water, and when she saw her standing at the door of the office, she couldn't help but glance at her.

In the back, he said, "The boss didn't come, don't bother." ”

Looking at the soy milk and xiaolongbao in her hand again, Xiao Yao felt even more funny, "It's so shabby, who can look at it." ”

After speaking, the girl in front turned around.

Xiao Yao glanced at her and retracted her gaze.

When she twisted her waist and was about to leave, the girl next to her suddenly went on a rampage and knocked her away as she walked past her.

"Oops." Xiao Yao frowned in pain.

Damn it.