Gu Cheng, who had his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes, looking at Serious coldly, and his dull eyes in the twilight carried silent oppression, which shocked Serious, and he retracted his gaze unwillingly. Feelings are really lustful, the authorities are confused, and they sighed in their hearts, and then concentrated on driving their own cars.

So, Secretary Yan, who had successfully retired, was taken away mercilessly again, and he looked at the villa gate with a depressed heart, which was really heartbreaking, and he was even an eyesore!

The man sitting on the sofa looked at his phone with a cold eyebrow, his thin lips were covered with a freezing coolness, and his eyes narrowed slightly when he saw the title of Yiran CP, and the cold light was overflowing, hehe...... Song Yi?

"Mr. Gu, do you want to drink some soup first?"

The girl's voice came from the kitchen, and Gu Cheng raised his eyes to see that Zhou Ran walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of soup. He calmly exited the page and put down his phone, and the temperature on his face rose.

"Okay."

In a quiet house late at night, a man with his arms crossed sat on a leather sofa, while another blonde man leaned on the handrail of the stairs on the second floor and drank wine.

The man on the sofa glanced contemptuously at the man on the armrest, and said sarcastically, "M, drink stale things every day, be careful of diarrhea." ”

"The older the wine, the more mellow the taste, which you don't understand." The foreign man named M shook the cup and put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed deeply, looking intoxicated.

"The blood in it has expired......" The man on the couch leaned forward and raised the corners of his mouth with a mocking, "You should replace it with fresh ones to ensure the taste." ”

"No, no, no......" The green eyes glanced at him very unpleasantly, and said with repentance, "I express deep remorse to God, please don't insult my faith, it's just a glass of wine." ”

"Giggle...... as if he had heard a big joke, the man on the sofa chuckled in a low voice, and Qingwu's eyes looked at him with disdain, "Oh...... Oh, God! It's a shameless faith......"

His mocking tone made the face of the man holding the wine glass sink, and the leisurely appearance of the man who was still talking suddenly became gloomy, "K, your mouth stinks, it makes me want to cut it off, it really makes me angry." ”

“Ok，l'm sorry！” The man laughed and raised his hands in surrender, "Your faith is good!" What a beautiful and honest faith ......"

The blonde man frowned, and was about to say something when a man with a fanged mask came down from upstairs.

Dressed in white and black pants, with dark eyes, as if he came from hell, there is no light around him, he is immortal with darkness and death.

Step by step, he walked towards the man on the couch, his steps calm, as if he were stepping on some kind of rhythm, rhythmic and careless...... It's like the devil wandering in the night, and the killer walking on the tip of the knife.

The blonde man put down the cup in his hand and followed his footsteps, and the man on the sofa involuntarily stood up, squinting at him getting closer and closer, and every step seemed to delay his spiritual senses.

He stopped in front of him, and on the ugly fanged mask were the man's eyes without a hint of emotion, and he looked at him as if he were looking down at the prey in the applause, and let him play with it.

He took out a short knife from his sleeve and plunged it into his body, slashing all the way down his chest, scarlet blood gushing out instantly, and the blood in his flesh stained his gray coat red.

M looked at the scene in front of him, took half a step forward, and shouted, "D! ”