Wang Xiaoming said nervously: "Where did you move Mr. Xiang?"

Barr leaned against the back of the chair and glanced at him from top to bottom, "Is it very important?"

Of course it is very important. If Xiang Zheng moves to the elevator, in the air or on the flagpole, someone will die. Thinking of Xiang Wenxun's daily care, Wang Xiaoming's back straightened and stared at him persistently.

Barr felt more and more uncomfortable, and said coldly: "Even if he dies, I will find another one for you. How about Mr. Jie? Don't you like him very much?"

"This is not the same thing!" Wang Xiaoming's tone became tough.

Barr's face became even worse, "You talk back to me?"

The dim lights in the restaurant are like his dark anger. They are not gorgeous and bright, but they make people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts.

Wang Xiaoming's heart shrank slightly.

It is undeniable that in the deepest part of his heart, there was always a fear of Barr. That kind of fear is not only human fear of the term fallen angel, but also comes from Barr's arbitrary and moody fear.

When he thought of Barna's ability to transform people from time to time, and his black wings that did not belong to humans, the courage he had just plucked up disappeared bit by bit.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Barr thought he was awake and realized his mistake, his face calmed down slightly, "I won't eat yet."

Wang Xiaoming silently lowered his head, scooped up the food on the plate with a fork, and delivered it into his mouth bit by bit.

Barr put his hands on the dining table, crossed his legs and looked at him with satisfaction.

Because he became a spirit, he did not need to eat. But this did not hinder his appreciation of food. Although he would occasionally dislike Wang Xiaoming's rudeness of eating in big mouthfuls, in fact, he often felt the deliciousness of food from his rudeness. On the contrary, he did not say a word in front of him, and his delicate actions made him feel a faint bitterness.

So satisfaction quickly turns into dissatisfaction.

"Don't eat if you don't want to eat." Barr frowned.

Wang Xiaoming's hands trembled slightly, and he didn't raise his head and said, "It's delicious."

Bar suddenly stood up, walked up to him in a frightened gaze, and stretched out his hand.

Wang Xiaoming subconsciously squeezed it, then quickly let go, and put his hands behind him.

“…”

Barr gritted his teeth and said, "Give me your hand."

Wang Xiaoming was almost crying, "I use this hand. I use it when I eat and go to the toilet."

"You use the same hand as eating and going to the bathroom?" The bitterness in Barr's mouth almost turned into disgusting.

Wang Xiaoming said naively: "I am right-handed." Looking at Barr's expression, he reflected deeply, shouldn't one hand be used to eat or go to the toilet?

...

Barr decided to selectively ignore the question, "Give me your hand!"

Wang Xiaoming noticed that his tone was stronger than the original sentence. Obviously, his patience had been further eroded, so he could only hand over his hand with a bitter face.

This time Barr didn't give him the chance to take it away, so he took it and pulled it away without looking back.

Wang Xiaoming was dragged half a step unexpectedly, and the table was knocked away loudly.

All eyes in the restaurant focused on him again.

While walking, Wang Xiaoming hypnotized himself in his heart: they were not looking at themselves, not themselves, not themselves.

...

A long time later.

The restaurant is restored as usual.

But each table raised three identical questions -

"The one who walked with her eyes closed was blind? But why didn't there be crutches on her right hand that stretched out?"

"I'm even more curious about how he avoided the oncoming waiter."

Wang Xiaoming was pulled back to the office by Bar.

"What are you going to do?" Wang Xiaoming watched the door slammed, and his heart jumped up.

Barr was asked.

He just didn't want to see him chewing the dish like wax, and he pulled him back impulse, but never thought about what to do.

Wang Xiaoming spoke tentatively: "Are you too bored and want to play with the computer?"

Barr looked at him silently.

Wang Xiaoming's heart beating faster and faster as he was watched. When he felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest, Barr spoke, "In your mind, I am just a game-playing person?"

...

Wang Xiaoming dared not answer yes.

But his expression was already very clear.

Barr was in a worse mood, "Lying down!"

Wang Xiaoming subconsciously shrank back.

Barr glared at him.

Wang Xiaoming had no choice but to lie obediently on the sofa.

"Since you care so much about Xiang Wenxun, let me see how much you like him!" Barr's hand slowly pressed on his heart.

With previous experience, Wang Xiaoming was able to control his laughter well, and kept thinking about Xiang Wenxun's name in his mind. He didn't know if this would work, but only knew that after he did this last time, Barr did not urge him to make progress between him and Xiang Wenxun.

Barr first checked his body.

It was still full of devastation, with only a perfect big toe shining.

He frowned. Although he didn't have much hope, the progress was still much slower than he thought. He went to see the name in the Black Star Bead again.

Xiang Wenxun Xiang Wenxun Xiang Wenxun...

Countless Xiang Wenxuns are like the earth with full motors, constantly rotating and rotating, and beads are spinning around.

Barr was covered in black lines and shouted in a low voice: "Don't think of the three words Xiang Wenxun in my heart!"

Wang Xiaoming's heart shrank.

Barr slowed down and said, "Relax your body, don't think about anything, your mind is blank."

Wang Xiaoming only felt that his left chest was getting hotter under his palms, and the heat would spread to his limbs and bones along with his blood. He couldn't even tighten his body, so how could he relax?

Just as he was thinking about it, Barr had already seen the true appearance of the Black Star Bead.

Chang Haitao's name was only light and light, as if there was only a gust of wind to blow without traces. Next to it was Xiang Wenxun, but the color was lighter than the three words Chang Haitao. If Barr hadn't known Xiang Wenxun, he would have regarded these three words as Bei Youbei.

Before Barr could realize the sudden joy in his heart, he was occupied by a question.

Wang Xiaoming's feelings for Xiang Wenxun are so thin, how could his toes recover so quickly?

He glanced at the Black Star Bead again.

Then--

Stay in a fixed position.

If he hadn't seen it carefully, he would never have found this black name hidden between Chang Haitao and Xiang Wenxun. Because against the black black star bead, it was really small and inconspicuous.

But its traces are very obvious.

He easily recognized the two words as Barr.

Seeing that he stared at his chest, his face was depressed and he didn't say anything for a long time, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but feel nervous and whispered: "If you have anything, just talk directly. Anyway, I've already realized it. Even if the worst bad luck comes, I can bear it."

Barr's eyes moved to his face, his gloomy face flashed and thundered in an instant, but the words he spit out his lips were particularly gentle, "The worst bad luck?"

Wang Xiaoming's eyes were filled with tears, "Is it true?"

Barr's eyes were covered with frost, "Did you get it?"

Wang Xiaoming's heart was raised high in those cold pupils and fell heavily. The pain spread throughout his body, and tears couldn't help falling, "What's the disease?"

Barr was stunned.

Wang Xiaoming trembled and said, "Is there no hope?"

In his tears, Barr slowly said, "Mysterious."

...

Wang Xiaoming's eyes suddenly opened wide, "Isn't it a terminal illness?"

Since he knew that he was in trouble, he was always worried about this. Especially during that period, the TV station kept playing Korean dramas. The heroine in it not only had the same face, but also had fate repeated again and again. It made people wonder what Korea did, which made the Feng Shui there so memorable. So he made up his mind that no matter how he chose to travel abroad, he would never choose Korea. Otherwise, his bad luck would definitely go there alone and get a handful of dust back.

Barr looked at his sad expression speechlessly. Although he had heard a lot of legends about humans, Wang Xiao obviously should be included in another legend of humans.

Wang Xiaoming was tangled with his fingers, "But the mental illness is quite serious, right?" He was not very ideology about the difference between mental illness and mental illness. He only knew that the former was often used to scold people... In this way, does it mean that the former is more serious than the latter?

Bar: "…"

But it's better than terminal illness. Wang Xiaoming comforted himself, looked at him, and then looked at his hands pressed on his chest, and said suspiciously: "But how can you know through my chest that I'm a psychopath."

...
To be continued...