After coming out of the office, Wang Xiaoming kept sneaking at Barr.

Barr walked indifferently in the corridor.

The deep facial features, curly black hair, and slender and straight figures all seemed to be aristocrats of the Central European century, and were incompatible with the surrounding environment.

Enter the elevator.

Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but say, "I'm sorry."

Barr's eyes moved slightly in his direction.

Wang Xiaoming was afraid that his voice would be too light, so he repeated: "I'm sorry."

If he had been silent, he would probably apologize until tomorrow morning. Barr curled his lips disdainfully and said, "I'm sorry?"

"It's causing you trouble."

...

Barr was quite surprised, "I thought you didn't know."

Wang Xiaoming stepped on the toes of his two feet against each other. This was his habitual movement when he was nervous, as if this could attract his attention and distract his tension. "I didn't expect it at first, but when I stood up, I suddenly thought of it."

"I thought your mind wouldn't disappoint him."

As he was talking, the elevator jingled and arrived.

Wang Xiaoming was about to come out when his cell phone rang. The security guard told him that a customer was about to come out and asked him to continue taking the elevator to the first floor.

The door jingled and closed again.

Wang Xiaoming took advantage of the fact that he took a breath of fresh air and his mind was much calmer, "I have nothing to be mapped by Mr. Xiang. Mr. Xiang likes me because of you."

Barr's mouth raised slightly, his eyes clearly saying, 'You're not stupid enough yet'.

"But even so, I'm willing to be used." His toes stepped on each other even more fiercely.

Barr's mouth immediately sagged.

Wang Xiaoming whispered: "Because I have nothing to pay him back other than that."

"What do you owe him?" Barr snorted coldly in dissatisfaction.

"He gave me a job, a place to live, a move, and also asked me for the deposit and rent from the landlord, and..."

"Stop." Barr stretched out his finger and poked the tip of his nose. "It seems you didn't figure it out at all."

Wang Xiaoming's eyes were in a cock-fighting shape and he looked at the finger.

"You are just a bridge, and I am the one who is being used."

"I know."

...

Barr smiled, but his teeth were biting, "What do you mean, you know that Xiang Wenxun wants to use me, but he still foolishly delivers it to the door?"

Wang Xiaoming said: "I said, I owe him."

Barr's fist tightened and was about to speak when the elevator door opened again. He didn't even look at it, but directly pressed the floor and let the door close again until time.

"You owe him, use me to pay it back?" Two clusters of flames burst into pieces in their eyes as dark as the night.

Wang Xiaoming's face turned slightly red, and he plucked up the courage and said, "The computer you play is his."

“…”

"You also smashed his table."

“…”

"And," Wang Xiaoming paused, "Mr. Xiang is very pitiful. If you can help his younger brother..."

Barr said coldly: "Why should I help his brother?"

“Helping others is the foundation of happiness.”

Barr raised his eyebrows, "That's a dogma that only angels follow. If I follow it, why would I fall into depravity?"

Wang Xiaoming was suffocated and said unhappily: "Then he has helped you all."

Barr shrugged, "I didn't ask him."

"You have."

Barr's face darkened, "You said I beg him?"

"You asked." Although seeing Barr's face in the closed space made him feel fear from his heart, his persistence in his bones made Wang Xiaoming work hard to straighten his spine and prevent him from losing in the face of the same sight.

"Very good." Barr suddenly grabbed him, "You are determined to stand on his side, right?"

Wang Xiaoming didn't stand firmly and his body was half lying on him.

The phone suddenly rang, and at the same time, it was a 'ding' sound when the elevator door opened.

...

The phone sound stopped strangely.

Chu Zhao looked at the scene in the elevator, and his head, which was already a little drowsy, suddenly became extremely clear, and the alcohol was evaporated in a burst of sweat.

The guest who was talking and laughing also calmed down, and his eyes widened at Wang Xiaoming, who was at a loss.

Although in my eyes, he was half-fallen in Barr's arms.

But in the eyes of outsiders, he was at a forty-five degrees with the ground and could not bear it with one foot toe.

I don’t know who slapped the first pair of palms, and applause came immediately.

Chu Zhao secretly let out a sigh and said with a smile: "This is the show that the Ginjutsu has recently prepared. Mr. Xiang said that the few of them are old customers of the Ginjutsu, so I specially asked you to take a look first."

"Not bad," the guest praised.

Someone else was curious and said, "Is there anything else?"

Chu Zhao didn't dare to nod, turned his head and smiled stiffly at Wang Xiaoming, "Is there anything else that's good at?"

Wang Xiaoming didn't dare to nod, so he could only look up at Barr.

Barr mocked: "Did you find my value again?"

Wang Xiaoming's eyes turned red.

Barr was choking in an instant when he was ready for complaints and sarcasm.

He remembered the black star bead with the name engraved. Although he had the upper hand compared to clarity, Xiang Wenxun was better because of the larger font. He had not figured out whether the color was more important or the size of the font was more important. If Wang Xiaoming had a big discount on his impression of him because of a moment of impulse, it would be the real loss of big things because of the small.

He didn't forget how clear the three words Chang Haitao were in the Black Star Bead at the beginning. Unexpectedly, they faded in less than half a month.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but become dissatisfied with Wang Xiaoming - changing his mind so quickly, he is so arrogant!

If he dares to change his mind to him at this speed, he will definitely take off his head and kick it as a ball.

Barr was so dazed and happy, but Wang Xiaoming and Chu Zhao were so anxious that their hair was almost white.

Especially when guests are getting more and more impatient.

Originally, acrobatics need to look at dynamics. If it is static, it is better to look at sculptures. You need to have chests and abdomen.

Wang Xiaoming secretly pulled Barr's clothes.

Barr lowered his head and picked him up without saying a word.

...

The guest's eyes were about to doze off and he suddenly widened, looking at Wang Xiaoming floating in the air in great horror.

An impulsive person even reached out his hand.

I happened to encounter the elevator door that was about to close, but it was blocked by that hand and opened again.

Other guests exclaimed.

They have never seen magic tricks like flying people in the air, but every time they watch them, they have never been so close to each other.

Since Barr picked it up casually, his posture was not comfortable. Wang Xiaoming only felt that his waist was about to break, and the qi in his lungs kept exhaling.

While the guest was still shocked, Chu Zhao quickly winked at him. Seeing that there was no effect, he simply said, "Checkback. It's time to finish the curtain down."

Wang Xiaoming then realized, stretched out his hand in front of him, and pressed the closing button desperately.

The guest was too curious. A guest pressed the button desperately and wanted to come in and see it thoroughly.

So the elevator made a jingle sound in the middle of the level and the end.

In the end, Chu Zhao flashed and deliberately knocked open the persevering hand before the door was completely closed.

When the guest's unwilling and curious face disappeared from his sight, Wang Xiaoming's smile finally collapsed and he exhale.

Barr put him down and sneered, "Is it pleasant to be helpful?"

"It's not very pleasant." Wang Xiaoming tidied up his clothes and said sincerely, "but it's definitely more pleasant than not helping others."

...
To be continued...