As soon as Quan Leng left, a black shadow followed him out silently like a ghost.
After a while, the shadow turned back and appeared in the room where they just met.
As soon as his knees bent, the man prostrated himself in front of the sofa: "Boss, Quan Leng has left."
If the beautiful man on the sofa were replaced by a woman at this moment, the painting style would probably instantly change into a princess and a knight...
"Well, let people keep an eye on him. If you have any problems, report them to me at any time. If that person is restless and affects the overall situation, the people who are keeping an eye on him don't have to repay him. They can deal with him directly."
The man's charming face shows neither sadness nor joy.
His attention seemed to be focused on the wine glass in his hand.
There was no movement on his face or eyes.
He was so indifferent as if he didn't care about the facts, but there was a coldness in his words. It seemed that for him, taking someone's life was an extremely easy thing, as simple as eating and drinking, and it happened naturally.
This man is like a complex of contradictions.
But if Bo Jinghan saw him, he would definitely say - What's the contradiction? This guy looks like a devil!
"Yes, Boss."
The man who bowed his head and knelt on the ground only hesitated for a moment and immediately agreed to his words.
But this moment of hesitation was caught by Terence.
He stopped shaking the glass.
The trace of scarlet in the crystal cup, as his fingers stiffened slightly, hit the wall of the cup with inertia, and stopped swaying tremblingly.
He raised his eyes, his eyes were very indifferent, like a shadow, with no sense of existence, but his whole body was wrapped in a cold and chilling aura of a man who was just like the man in black.
His eyes narrowed into a narrow slit unconsciously.
After a while, he smiled with an unknown meaning and slowly opened his eyes: "Do you have any objection?"
Terence's voice, like his face, is beautiful.
Moist, long, and like the knocking of gold and stone.
Very touching.
But even so, the man squatting on the ground still tensed his back involuntarily, as if he had entered a state of alert, or nervousness.
He raised his head and glanced at the man in front of him, his eyes passing over that face that was so beautiful that he was already immune to it. He immediately lowered his head and replied solemnly and respectfully: "I don't dare."
"There's nothing you dare to say. If you have any objections, just say it. I'd really like to hear it."
Smiling, Terence put down his wine glass, looked at the man with a very warm look, raised his wrist slightly to signal him to get up: "You are my subordinate, the person I chose. You have been with me for so many years, how can I not help you?"
Do you know you? Over the years, you have done your best for my... You have done your best for me, I can see it. And you are not a meddlesome person. Once you are troublesome, it must be for the good things I want.
.So I would like to hear what you think about this matter and that person!"
The person who stood up was slightly startled.
I just want to kneel down.
Seeing that Terence frowned slightly without any trace, he immediately retracted his movements and forced himself to stand up straight.
After hesitating for a few seconds, she looked at him quietly and carefully said what she was thinking: "Boss, I don't think Quan Leng is reliable. He is a villain, a scheming, ambitious and selfish person.
, a villain who only plans for himself. He plots every step of the way and plots almost everyone, even his adopted son who treats him like a biological father, wants to take advantage of him..."
