The shape of the eyes is very beautiful, like a crescent moon, the tails of the eyes are slightly upturned, the pupils are very black and large, and some are cold and mixed with a trace of innocence.

There is also a faint contempt for mortals who are stupid.

It's a pair of eyes that make you want to dig deeper.

He wasn't allowed to look any deeper.

The man had calmly looked away and looked at the darkness of the night.

Strange people.

The manager was so frightened that he thought it was something unclean.

Why is this person so weird, standing here silently.

Shelter from the rain here, what a squeak!

Not long after, in the continuous rain, a champagne-colored Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly stopped in front of the clubhouse.

The assistant hurriedly handed over a long black umbrella.

After Manager Zhang opened it, he raised the umbrella above the man's head, nodded and smiled, and sent him to the car intimately.

Before leaving, Rong Sheng paused and glanced at the direction of the person just now.

It was empty, and the man was gone.

The manager followed his line of sight, and didn't know what to look at the black man.

The person who was clearly there just now disappeared after a while, and he was out of nowhere.

This made him begin to wonder, was what he saw just now really a person?

Rong Sheng's thin lips hooked slightly, as if he didn't care much, retracted his gaze, and went straight to the car.

Sending the man to the back seat of the car, the manager held an umbrella, bent over and nodded and smiled in the heavy rain: "Rong Shao, come over to play next time you have time." ”

Rong Sheng leaned back on the back seat, did not look at him, and out of nowhere he found a German officer's knife in his hand, he was playing with it.

The black hilt has a cold glow on the blade.

The palm of that hand was white and slender, the bone shape was exceptionally good-looking, and an officer's knife was played with by him, black and white were two extremes, and the contrast was great.

The manager swallowed his saliva suddenly, and was inexplicably frightened.

This young master is a well-known gentleman in the capital.

The identity is there, doing nothing all day, and doing a lot of ridiculous things.

But no one cares about him.

His hobby is collecting Swiss Army knives of all kinds.

As if sensing his gaze, Rong Sheng's beautiful thin lips hooked up a hint of laughter, and he glanced at him obliquely: "Manager Zhang, thank you...... Bring the door shut. ”

Manager Zhang's fingers holding the long-handled umbrella shook slightly, and then he came back to his senses and nodded again and again: "Yes, yes......"

Thoughtfully closed the car door for him.

Seeing the car go away, Manager Zhang couldn't help but wipe a handful of sweat again, this master even looked so good-looking on his hands, he was stunned for a moment just now, he was really scared to death.

The Rolls-Royce soon disappeared into the rainy night.

The road was quiet, and nothing could be heard except the rain.

Raindrops hit the roof of the car, as if playing a gentle mournful music.

The night was dark.

The road ahead was like a hideous trapped beast, exuding a dangerous aura.

And that's when the change happened.

There was a "bang", and the vehicle lost its balance and began to skid on the road.

The driver held the steering wheel hard, and his voice was a little nervous: "Oops, the left tire seems to have a flat tire." ”

Rong Sheng licked the corners of his lips, the old god was sitting on the ground in the back seat, the officer knife in his hand brought out a burst of cold light, and the evil spirit hooked his lips: "Innocent." ”

I don't know what he was referring to.