Back in the Ji family's villa, Ji Luo thought about it, and finally sealed a roast chicken with plaster, soaked another chicken with medicinal solution, and wrapped it layer by layer with gauze to form a wooden chicken.

"Look at it, is it good?" Ji Luo admired his works very seriously.

Ji's bodyguard: ......

"Look at this gesture...... Does it show the desperation of the chicken before it dies? It's beautiful. ”

Ji's bodyguard: ...... Read less and take your leave.

"It's beautiful."

A languid voice slammed down from the end of the stairs on the second floor.

A man in his mid-29 years of age, dressed in a silver-gray suit, walked down nonchalantly, holding a game-grade black and gold-toned yo-yo over his right middle finger.

With a bang, the yo-yo was thrown out of his hand and retracted like a shadow of light.

It doesn't look like a game, it's a tool for killing.

Da, da, da.

The man paced to the living room and raised his head slightly, revealing a face that was more delicate than Ji Luoyang's baby face, and his beautiful glass eyes folded out a faint orange light at an angle. The curly eyelashes seem to be covered with frost all year round, revealing a sense of alienation and a faint sense of misanthropy that rejects people thousands of miles away.

The bones of the man are so beautiful that only a genius painter can depict this kind of lazy/wanton man.

Every place is extremely casual but seductive.

is obviously a mature man who is about to stand in his thirties, but he has a gray hair of a senior grandmother with oblique bangs and slightly long bangs, and an earring with a sun, moon and stars pattern hanging on his right ear.

The bodyguard of the Ji family looked for prestige, and his body trembled.

This is the eldest young master of their Ji family, and the person in charge, Ji Huaimo.

was originally a step-by-step and polite person, but after last night's earthquake, the whole person has changed.

At that time, the car lost control and crashed into the railing, and the entire front of the car was deformed. Gasoline was dripping down, and the whole car would explode in minutes.

The bodyguards tried their best to break open the deformed car door and pull the young master out.

But just when everyone was desperate, the originally unconscious Ji family smiled with blood on the corners of his mouth, and broke the car door with his bare hands, making the originally deformed car door miserable.

Those who witnessed that scene will never forget the shock in their hearts.

When Ji Huaimo climbed out of the car, his eyes were red like a rakshasa crawling out of hell.

With a bang, the light of the stars fell on the gasoline on the ground, burning the flames all over the sky, but he laughed like a madman.

The flames in the sky made his eyes orange, like a devil, and it was at that moment that Ji Huaimo's original black hair turned into the gray of his grandmother.

It looks very trendy, but it is diametrically opposed to the style of the previous Ji family.

What's even more weird is that he suffered such a serious car accident.

Ji Huaimo didn't do anything.

Hearing Ji Huaimo's voice, Ji Luo stood up obediently and greeted politely: "Hello brother." ”

That sense of déjà vu, there is a kind of surrender of the little devil when he sees the big devil.

Ji Huai's indifferent gaze swept over the two chickens on the table, and he walked to the bar uninterestedly, poured a glass of red liquid wine, and looked at the male assistant coldly: "Acquire a film and television IP company, and buy the copyright of all the books of Luo Linlin, an online author, at a high price." ”

The male assistant's lips hadn't moved yet, and Ji Huaimo threw a warning glance over, "Don't ask why, just do it." ”

He took the wine glass, lazily walked out of the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the cold bright moon, swallowed the red liquid in the wine glass little by little, and felt the ice wine pour into his heart inch by inch.

He closed his eyes slightly, and the memories of his past life began to flood into his mind......