The Curtis family is in Oceania, and Oceania is of all races.

The deacon of the Curtis family is of the yellow race, unusually tall, at least 1.9 meters by sight, his silhouette is much deeper than that of ordinary Asians, and his narrow fox-like eyes are particularly shrewd.

The face looks more than handsome.

At this moment, this man named Alvin is wrapped in layers by the wealthy local merchants in Talma.

are pulling relations.

Luo Bai's brows furrowed slightly.

Those eyes made her inexplicably familiar.

But before Luo Bai could think about it, Shen Ce, who was sitting on her lap, suddenly picked up the young man in her arms and turned around.

Originally, Luo Bai was sitting sideways on Shen Ce's lap, but now that his posture has changed like this, he suddenly became sitting with his legs apart and facing Shen Ce.

The big palm with a thin callus grabbed the delicate chin of the green-eyed boy, pressed it hard, and lowered his head to kiss it fiercely.

His slender eyes narrowed, and Luo Bai wrapped his hands around Shen Ce's neck and leaned over.

Suddenly, Luo Bai felt a dark gaze fall on him.

The gaze, particularly deep and flaming, seemed to want to swallow her whole body into her stomach.

Between the lightning and flint, a figure crossed Luo Bai's mind.

That's, Feng Jue!

Those are Feng Jue's eyes!

Yarman's eyes are not long and narrow, and they don't look like Alvin's eyes at all.

But what was reflected in those eyes made Luo Bai face Feng Jue.

The back of his neck was suddenly pinched lightly and heavily, and Luo Bai's body stiffened, and he resisted the current that was rushing up from the tailbone.

Slightly staggered, the black-haired boy with red lips leaned completely into the arms of the man holding him, like a house cat about to smooth his hair, put his chin on the man's shoulder blades, and tilted his head slightly, as if he was licking the man's outer ear for a while.

"That's a spy?!"

A vague, almost inaudible voice that no one else could hear except Shen Ce.

Because of his sideways head, Shen Ce's head covered Luo Bai's mouth, so he didn't worry about being read by others.

After stroking the spine of the young man in his arms for a while, Shen Ce responded lightly, but his eyes looked straight at Feng Jue, who was also looking at him at this time.

Looking at each other, both of them saw the ferocity in each other's eyes.

Deacon Curtis, dressed in a suit, ignored the wealthy merchants who wanted to get closer, and walked gracefully towards the mafia master who was holding a small pet.

The atmosphere was inexplicably a little condensed.

John was stunned, his mind racing at this moment.

Could it be that Alvin had a holiday with Mitchell?!

No, if there is, why hasn't there been any news?

But—

If someone specifically wants to keep it secret, or if it's a private matter, how can he know?!

John would not be able to hold his mind for a while, and would simply stand aside and watch what happen.

The deacon's gaze flickered, "You're Mitchell?!" ”

However, only Shen Ce knew that Feng Jue was not looking at him at all, this was said to him, but from the moment he entered the range of the two, Feng Jue's eyes fell on the black-haired young man who was held in his arms.

With it, fiery.

One stands, the other sits, and the difference in height is noticeable.

Suddenly, the mafia hall master, who was holding the little pet, slapped the little pet in his arms on the buttocks, and then pushed the person down, "Go play by yourself." ”

Feng Jue's eyes lit up.