Sweetheart, I’ll Spoil You

Bite the beef down. Xia Chengxi smiled as if the villain succeeded. "The baby bowl looks better." Look. How right was the answer.

"... Smelly third brother." And often it's this time. Xia Duo can't beat Xia Chengxi. Can only hate the next sentence.

"Hehe ..." a smile across the table. Even Xia Qingtian couldn't help laughing.

Helm of the Black Wind Hall. After another secret meeting. Sitting on the first person with a half mask on his face. Could not help but rub the tired brows. The other half of the man's face was as white as jade. Resolute facial contours are very masculine. Behind that mask. It can still be seen that his eyes are still arrogant aside from fatigue. That sharp and scary.

"Boss." A subordinate in a black suit stepped forward. There was a sentence in his ear.

"Oh. Come back." The man looked surprised at the thick black eyebrows. "Information received yesterday. I heard back."

"Know what he's doing back." The man pondered for a moment. Then you quietly opened your mouth. Caressing the bright chin. His eyes were extremely deep.

"There is a secret message. It is for marriage. It is said that the Pei family. Has determined to marry his daughter to ..." The subordinate looked at the man thinking above. Thinking about that relationship with their boss. Suddenly silent.

"... Um. Got it." A long time. He slowly regained his thoughts. And in the eyes of the subordinates surprised. Leaving the upper rank.

Subordinates watched him leave. He followed in silence.

The longer he stayed with him. It became more clear that the ruthless man in this legend was a man of unpredictable and uneasy emotions. So follow him. less talking, more working. Would be better. And because of his loyalty. He has also become a rare expert around this man. So. Knowing some special circumstances of their home. just. He doesn't understand. Aren't he brothers with those? why. He is going to fight against his brother.

The night was dark. There are few stars tonight. Get out of the helm of Heifengtang. It was a cold wind.

The man was still wearing that thin dress. Black striped shirt. Neckline opens slightly. The cuffs rolled up a little. Bare wrist bones.

Subordinates hurried forward. Open the rear door for it.

He bent over and stepped up. He didn't even change his posture. Seems like. This man never bent over easily.

Subordinates sit in the driver's seat. He is sitting in the back seat. He always likes the left rear seat. This habit. It hasn't changed much all year long. And the longer you follow this man. Subordinates have become more aware of some of his habits. It cannot be changed. Be specific.

"Boss. Where do you want to go. Is there a direct return or a place that I particularly want to go to?" Looking at the man with closed eyes in the rearview mirror. The subordinates asked very carefully.

His body is actually slightly shorter. It is relatively moderate among Orientals. Because the body is obese and looks dark. And because his nose is particularly protruded. So people on the road are called eagles.

The man saw the eagle's eyes in the rearview mirror. After a little thought. That said: "Don't rush back. Go to Red Sleeve."

"Yes. Boss." The Eagle obeyed. Turn the head immediately. The body went in the direction of Red Sleeve.

Red sleeves square. As the name suggests. The red sleeves add to where the lantern lights up. The only difference is. It is an antique old hotel in J city. It is not a place for fun.

I do not know how long it has been open. The body stopped. The eagle got off. Attentively walked to the left and right door. Open the door.

Then. A black leather shoe slowly stepped on the ground. The man stooped out of the body. The thick light of night hit him. In the shadows. Half a mask on his face. It has been removed. A face with a resolute and arrogant outline was revealed. And the slightly raised peach eyes. But exactly the same as someone.

This is a quaint restaurant. The tables and chairs all use the red wooden chairs of the past. Mostly it was painted. But vaguely can see the annual rings.

There was a little red silk hanging from the door. It's as if the lady is holding the pipa half-face. Stop talking.

Listen to the old staff of the restaurant. Their ancestors were well-known chefs during the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The culinary arts handed down from generation to generation. To this age. Most of them are gone. When saying this. Vaguely, we can see the vexed look of old employees.

But this does not affect the mood of men. He contracted the whole hotel. But only one box was needed. Inside the box. There is actually a screen. The screen was embroidered with luxurious peony. The embroidery is very delicate.

It didn't take long to open the table. Someone had pushed in the door. Put beautiful dishes on the table. There is also a transparent lid on top. Prevents the disappearance of hot air. But still can see the delicate degree of dishes. Red red green. Very seductive.

He and the eagle are two. Divided into half.

When he let the eagle sit down. The latter was originally unacceptable. Between the subordinates and the boss. There should be subordinates. Can't break the rules.

But a word from men. After allowing the eagle to finally sit down.

The man said in a very lonely tone. "Sit down. Only me was here before. There is one more person to accompany me to drink. Just right. If you don't want to. Don't follow me."

The eagle was helpless. An honest man with a big three. Can only touch the back of the head. Then I sat down with helplessness.

The waitresses came up one after another. Open the lid for them. Then he retreated quietly.

The man ate quietly. The expression on his face was not like it. But it's not annoying. His attitude. This has always been the case.

The eagle praised it again and again. Less respect in front of men. "Boss. How did you find this place. It's so good. This dish is also very authentic." He could only see red, green and green coming in and out of his mouth. Didn't stop.

The man held up a small cranberry. Close your eyes and take a sip. Then he opened his eyes and smiled. "Still the same taste." Rice wine. But with the smell of peach blossoms. A bit like peach blossom stuffed. It is said to be in a deep pit in the backyard. How many days did it take to get it out.

The eagle heard it. Could not help but pour a small nap. The gentleman took a slight sip. But still couldn't help pouring a whole pile of wine into his throat. After swallowing, he stared at his eyes, "What kind of wine is this? It's really delicious. It's better than any other wine."

The man continued to fall for a little while. He took a small sip and said in an unknown way: "It's a blessing for your kid. This wine is not for sale. If it weren't for my friendship with this boss. You won't have blessings today."