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29. Housewarming (Part 2)(1/2)

Wang Xiaoming stared at him for a long time before shouting suddenly: "Ah? What?! You, you can't do this. Killing is illegal. Come and find him to the ashes!" He was so anxious that he couldn't speak clearly.

"It's turned into ashes when I find it."

Wang Xiaoming looked like he was about to cry, "You can let him go quickly."

Barr hugged his chest and said, "Is there still time to meddle in other people's business? Are you hungry?"

"Human life is at stake, so I have no other intention to eat." Wang Xiaoming thought about it and prepared to run towards the elevator.

The cell phone in my pocket suddenly rang.

Wang Xiaoming was shocked, as if the person in the fire was suddenly poured with a basin of cold water. He took out his cell phone, his fingers trembled twice before pressing the answer button, "Hey."

"Please go to the T3 corridor, and a guest comes out of the T2 corridor." A strange voice came from the phone.

Wang Xiaoming, as if he had caught a life-saving straw, asked quickly: "Do you know where Manager Chu went?"

The other end of the phone paused for eight seconds before slowly saying: "It's in the elevator No. 2."

In the elevator?

There should be no danger when you listen to the security guard's calm tone.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Barr with a narrow face and slowly breathed out, and his strength suddenly ejaculated with that breath. He straightened his waist and dragged his two weak legs towards the T3 corridor.

In the monitoring room, the security guard hung up the phone and slowly covered the back of his right hand with his left hand so that it would not shake so much, and the erect hairs had not softened yet.

The scene of Chu Zhao disappearing out of thin air and appearing out of thin air staying in his mind for a long time.

If Xiang Wenxun had not issued a closed order in advance, he would have played a report and asked the mage to come and see the Feng Shui of the Ginguan when playing cards were flying in the cleaning office.

His eyes were staring at Wang Xiaoming's back, and his body couldn't help but tremble - this person is so evil.

Of course, Wang Xiaoming didn't know that he had equated with monsters in someone's mind. The problem he was most concerned about now was that his phone never sounded again.

According to Chu Zhao's personality, you should ask clearly when encountering such a thing.

He looked down at the dark screen of his phone, feeling panicked.

Barr knew what he was thinking just by looking at his expression, "You don't have to worry about Chu Zhao. He will never tell what happened today."

"Why?" His words seemed like a magic needle to calm the sea, suppressing all the storm waves that stirred up in Wang Xiaoming's heart.

Bar said: "Because he will definitely call Xiang Wenxun, and Xiang Wenxun will definitely settle him."

"Why?"

Barr said impatiently: "Where are so many whys?"

Wang Xiaoming's neck shrank.

"Don't you go to have a meal yet?"

"I don't want to eat." He said, his stomach rumbling.

Bar raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? Well, don't eat today and tomorrow's meal."

Wang Xiaoming jumped up, "I didn't say I won't eat tomorrow's."

"You didn't say it." Barr nodded.

Wang Xiaoming was surprised. Is he ready to reason?

"But I said it."

...

Waiting for Barr to reason was even less slim than seeing UFO. Wang Xiaoming continued to move forward step by step.

Further ahead is the stair door.

Wang Xiaoming originally wanted to turn around, but then he thought that Chu Zhao was on the side of the elevator. If he took the elevator again, he might encounter it. It would be better to take the stairs to avoid embarrassment.

But he regretted the moment he opened the door because he encountered something even more embarrassing -

Shao Jie was slapping Tao Le loudly.

The instantaneous touch of the palms and cheeks resounded throughout the stairwell.

Wang Xiaoming was about to shrink his feet when Barr pushed his back and rushed out in a mess.

...

Don't look up, don't turn, don't turn around... Go back directly, close your eyes, and be silent, pretending that you haven't seen anything.

Wang Xiaoming muttered silently in his heart, and then stepped back step by step with concentration.

But Bar obviously didn't want to do what he wanted. He pressed his body away with just one finger.

So the scene that Jie Shao and Tao Le saw was -

Wang Xiaoming closed his eyes and stood there pretending to be standing still.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Tao Le roared in anger.

Wang Xiaoming's shoulders shook and he said carefully: "I saw nothing."

...

If a person can't wait to say that he has seen nothing, it means that he has actually seen everything.

Tao Le's face turned pale with anger, and the palm prints on his left face became even more obvious. "What are you doing in the stairwell for nothing?"

Wang Xiaoming was just trying to answer, but when he heard Jie Shao say lightly: "I asked him to come."

Tao Le turned to look at him in disbelief.

Mr. Jie still had a blank expression on his face, "He is the person I mentioned."

Wang Xiaoming widened his eyes.

Tao Le's eyes widened.

A thoughtful smile appeared on the corner of Barr's mouth.

Mr. Jie walked around him and walked upwards.

Tao Le subconsciously wanted to hold his hand, but he avoided it.

"Junjie Jiang!" Tao Le was anxious.

Mr. Jie ignored it and walked to the steps in front of Wang Xiaoming and hugged his waist. The two faces were facing each other, only five centimeters apart.

Wang Xiaoming's heart beat wildly.

Half because of Jie Shao's face getting closer and closer, and half because Tao Le stared at him more and more angryly.

Jie Shao's face gradually leaned over, his breath plunged on his face, and his light pink lips almost touched his lips.

In an instant, Tao Le yelled and rushed up.

Wang Xiaoming felt a gust of wind blowing, and then someone pulled him to the side.

When he realized his reaction, Jie Shao was lying half on his body, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

Tao Le's fist was still stretched in the air, and the expression on his face changed again and again. After a long time, he said, "I...I'm not going to hit you."

"I slapped you, you returned me with one punch, and I'll clear it." Mr. Jie slowly straightened up, and his hand was still on Wang Xiaoming's waist, and he half hugged and half mopped him out.

"Jie!" Tao Le's voice was like the roar of a wounded beast.

Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but look back.

Tao Le stood there motionlessly, with two lines of tears flowing down his always proud face.

Wang Xiaoming's softest part of his heart was touched, and his steps suddenly stopped. He had seen such sadness more than once, in the mirror and in a dream. Because he had experienced it, he knew how painful it was.

He didn't know what happened between Jie Shao and Tao Le, but he knew that he was unwilling to be the executioner who caused such pain.

"Continue to go." The inauspicious whisper of Mr. Jie rang in his ears, "Please."

Wang Xiaoming looked at him in surprise.

He never thought that this expression would appear on the face of Mr. Jie, who was calm in everything, a deeper expression than sadness.

It took Wang Xiaoming a long time to come up with the meaning of this expression -

despair.

Wang Xiaoming's second day at the Gladiator ended under the double blow of hunger and confusion.

After walking out of the employee's dedicated passage and smelling the unique smell at night, he felt as if he had returned to the real world from some magical country.

"That person is using you." Barr said lightly behind him.

Wang Xiaoming turned around suddenly and stared at him for a while before he unwilling to admit that "returning to the real world" itself is a dream, a distant dream.

Barr frowned and said, "You might be in love with him, right?"

Wang Xiaoming was startled, "Of course not." He just couldn't forget Mr. Jie's expression just now.

Barr narrowed his eyes and looked at him for a long time before nodding, "It's good if it's not."

Wang Xiaoming was surprised, "I thought you wanted to fall in love with him." Didn't he always want to match him with others?
To be continued...
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