He is like a ghost now. Wherever Wen Xinnuan appears, he follows him silently.
"Why not? The beautiful woman is leaving soon, and you can't fulfill her last wish?"
"Why should I help her fulfill her wish? What benefits do I have?"
Wen Xinnuan stared: "You are too selfish and don't understand style!"
"..."
"Luo Lei, I hate you!"
Luo Lei frowned: "You hate me every day, and you hate me even if I don't do anything. I'm used to being hated by you!"
Wen Xinnuan bit her lower lip: "If you help Jing Jiaren, I won't hate you so much."
"Really." He smiled coldly, dismissively, "Wen Xinnuan, do you think I'm an idiot?"
"..."
"Unless you sleep with me tonight." Luo Lei raised one lip and stared at her solemnly, "Stop your bad temper and be nice to me."
"Then you agreed?"
Luo Lei's strong voice said: "Look at your performance!"
Jing Jiaren: "..." You know Luo Jian is typically hard-spoken and soft-hearted.
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Bang bang bang——
At this time every morning, the sound of gunfire rang out on time.
The servants in the apartment went from being panicked at first to becoming accustomed to it now...
Because the first thing Ximen Longting does when he wakes up every day is to hold a gun and shoot!
All the empty walls in his room were covered with portraits of Master Ximen.
The two people's faces are so similar that people would mistake them for photos of himself.
The face of the portrait is covered with bullet holes.
On the extra-large bed, the man who had just woken up was naked from the waist up, and the rose scars on his chest and abdomen were tense with every rise of his muscles.
Ximen Longting's eyes ignite with flames, and he usually beats him paranoidly for more than an hour, until his whole body is exhausted and all the portraits are riddled with holes...
Bullet casings fell on the big black bed.
He leaned against the pillow, his bangs dripping with sweat.
When Wilson heard the first gunshot, he knew the young master was awake.
The continuous gunshots startled the pigeons in the garden to take off, their white feathers falling in the sunlight.
The last gunshot sounded and the bullets were gone.
Ximen Longting threw away the pistol coldly, stood up and walked into the bathroom.
Wilson opened the door and quickly had the portrait taken down, while the servants raced against time to make the bed.
When the bathroom door opened, the entire room returned to its clean and tidy state. Wilson stood aside with his head bowed, reporting on the progress of the underwater cemetery.
"Master, after a month and a half of hard work, the Undersea Cemetery was completed this afternoon."
Ximen Longting walked to the dressing mirror coldly and looked at the thin and heartless face in the mirror.
Two bodyguards opened a portrait.
That is the undersea cemetery artwork designed by Ximen Longting himself...
It's better to say it's a cemetery than an underwater crystal palace.
Large bed, tables, chairs, cabinets, all top-notch luxury features.
"Will she like it?" He stretched out his hand to touch the mirror coldly, as if he saw Jing Jiaren standing in the mirror, smiling warmly at him.
"Miss Jing will definitely like it. I believe Miss Jing will understand the young master's intentions."
The woman he loved most was shattered into pieces after his death, and not even her whole body could be found.
His fingers moved feebly across the glass and fell.