"Mr. Zou, how about my brother?" Or Belle broke the silence.

"Yes, very smart, can understand what you mean."

"Well, I think it's very smart, but it lacks training." Bel sighed.

"It will be fine if it takes time." Zou Zichuan did not drink tea, but just smelt the pleasant fragrance gently.

"Mr. Zou, our Huangpu family has encountered its first crisis in a thousand years." Belle suddenly said seriously with a glance.

"Don't tell me, I don't want to know, and I can't help. Your Huangpu family has a level 6 mental master, so I can't use me." Zou Zichuan said lightly.

"No, that's not the case..."

"Stop, I don't want to know. I just want to finish this bowl of noodles quietly and then leave!" Zou Zichuan interrupted Belle.

"Fatty..." Bel looked at Zou Zichuan with a resentful look, his voice extremely lost and melancholy.

"Miss Huangpu Diewu, please remember your identity!" Zou Zichuan looked at Beier coldly.

"Fatty, am I wrong? Do you really don't like me?" A hint of blush appeared on Belle's face.

"Miss Huangpu Diewu, I am just a very ordinary fighter. I may be a little better than ordinary people, but it is not as good as the next patriarch of your Huangpu family who is seducing him."

"Cough cough..." Belle immediately started to cough desperately, and her white and tender skin choked red.

"Can we finish this noodles quietly?" Zou Zichuan looked at Beier with deep eyes.

"Um."

Bel stared blankly at the tea leaves floating in the tea cup, his face was gloomy and seemed to have a heavy mind.

Time passed by seconds, and Belle always maintained a posture like a stone sculpture. She seemed to have forgotten that she was in the noodle shop, and that Zou Zichuan was sitting opposite her...

"Dear Miss Huangpu Diwu, your ramen is here!" The waiter's voice sounded outside the private room.

"Ah...thank you...thank you..." Bel woke up in shock.

"Please use it slowly!"

The waiter put down two bowls of steaming ramen and left the quiet private room, which fell into silence again.

Zou Zichuan didn't care about Belle, and enjoyed eating ramen very much. The strong beef soup of the ramen was just stirred gently, and the entire private room was immediately filled with the unique fragrance of ancient earth beef, which greatly boosted the appetite.

Soon, Zou Zichuan drank a bowl of ramen and even the soup. When it comes to food, Zou Zichuan always had a sacred attitude and would never waste a grain of food.

"Don't you eat?" Zou Zichuan looked at the bowl of ramen in front of Belle, which had been soaked in the soup. Belle kept holding her cheeks and watching him eat, her eyes were extremely focused.

"Ah... I don't eat it, you eat it, I have no appetite..." Belle woke up like a sleepwalking and pushed the ramen bowl on his chest to Zou Zichuan.

"Enough." Zou Zichuan shook his head.

"Oh...you go first, I'll sit for a while..." Belle didn't look at Zou Zichuan, and looked at the wooden window in the grid. The windows were filled with sunlight, and it was cast on the furniture and the ground, bizarre.

"You win, eat, I'll give you an hour to convince me." Zou Zichuan sighed.

"Fatty, no, it's not what you think. I really don't want to eat it, you can eat it." Bel blinked at Zou Zichuan and said with a forced smile.

"Tell me!" Zou Zichuan looked at Beier lightly.

"I don't want to say it anymore." Bel sighed.

"Why?"

"I...I think..." Belle hesitated for a moment and still didn't say it, and looked at the lattice window again.

"Look at me and continue." Zou Zichuan reached out and pinched Belle's delicate chin and asked Belle to face him.

"Fatty, I don't like you treating me like this." Belle did not struggle, but looked at Zou Zichuan with a resentful look.

"Continue." Zou Zichuan was stunned, slowly withdrew his hand, with a thoughtful expression on his face. He suddenly thought of Zhenzhen. He could treat Zhenzhen like this, but not so. Although Zhenzhen was extremely wise, Zhenzhen was only born in an ordinary family. Unlike Beier, Belle was educated by a noble since she was a child, and proud blood flowed in her bones.

"Thank you." Belle bowed slightly gratefully and gently brushed the strand of hair hanging from the front.

"Fatty, what I have always wanted to tell you is that I am not going to save you at all. I am afraid that you will lose the orange-red mecha, because that mecha is the last gift my mother gave me..." Belle's eyes turned red and she said softly, her voice getting smaller and smaller. When she spoke, she was already crying.

"Sorry." Zou Zichuan's hand holding the cup trembled slightly.

"It's okay." Belle wiped his tears and said with a forced smile: "The mecha will always be just a mecha. My father said that if there is danger, you must choose the Transformers. So, when you asked me to leave a mecha, I chose the Transformers instead of the gift my mother gave me."

"Your choice is right." Zou Zichuan stared at the teacup without moving.

"Fatty, I know, you are very unhappy now, because you have been misunderstood that I went to save you specifically. In fact, it is not. Michelle really went to save you. So you don't have to always think that you owe me. In fact, I owe you. Along the way, you protected me and took care of me. If it weren't for you, I would have died long ago..."

"Fatty, do you know, I have always refused to grow up, just like my younger brother, I don't want to be the patriarch of the family, I don't want to take such a great responsibility, I'm under a lot of pressure, and the only way to escape is to not grow up, I'm rude, I'm willful, I'm selfish, I..."

"Stop talking!" Zou Zichuan interrupted Belle anxiously.

"Bang!" The cup in Zou Zichuan's hand broke and made a bursting sound.

"Ah...fat...fat...fat...are you... injured?" Belle looked at the porcelain fragments all over Zou Zichuan's hands, and immediately nervously helped Zou Zichuan wipe it. Fortunately, he was not injured. Zou Zichuan's palm had a thick layer of calluses.

"It's okay." Zou Zichuan slowly pulled his hand back, looking dull.

"Fatty, after I said it, I feel much more comfortable and I don't want to use you anymore." Belle let out a long sigh, as if he felt relieved.

"Yes." Zou Zichuan's eyes were a little free.

"Also, Fatty, the eighteen children of the Great Universe Tornado band are all here. They have been thinking about you all the time. I lie. You have left. If you are willing to take them in, they will be happy. They will be beyond the high-Yanghuo Master. With them, you can achieve something..."

"Need not."

"Fatty, what's wrong with you?" Beier felt that Zou Zichuan was a little absent-minded.

"I... am very selfish..." Zou Zichuan's free eyes became chaotic, as if there was no focal length.

"Are you selfish? Why don't I feel it?"

"I just care about building military merits, regardless of my life or death, and I plan a way out for myself, but I never thought of leaving a way out for those who love me. I..."

Belle looked at Zou Zichuan in horror. At this time, Zou Zichuan's face was ferocious and twisted, and his palms were rubbed unconsciously on the table. The fragments of the porcelain were actually rubbed into powder, and his eyes were red, which was shocking.

At this time, Belle discovered that Zou Zichuan was bleeding in seven holes, which was a symbol of the devil of mental power. Obviously, Zou Zichuan's inner demon was moved.

"Fatty, fat man... wake up, wake up..." Belle hurriedly walked around the table and grabbed Zou Zichuan's arm and pinched it hard.

Suddenly, Zou Zichuan's eyes became clear.

"What did I say?" Zou Zichuan's eyes fell on Belle's face like a blade, and a strong murderous intent filled the air.

"Do you want to kill me?" Bel looked at Zou Zichuan motionlessly, with an incredible expression on his face.

"What did I say just now?" Zou Zichuan held Belle's tender neck, his eyes as lightning.

"Do you want to kill me?" Beier still looked at Zou Zichuan blankly, muttering in her mouth, and did not resist, throwing Zou Zichuan tightly on her neck.

"Tell me, what did I say just now?" Zou Zichuan's hands were trembling, and he was desperately restraining his murderous intent.

"No, I won't tell you, I just won't tell you... Kill me..." Bel closed his eyes with a stubborn look on his face, and two lines of clear tears flowed down his eyes uncontrollably.

"Tell me, Belle, I won't kill you." Zou Zichuan slowly let go of his palm. He saw a shocking red bruise on Belle's slender and fair neck.

"Fatty, you actually want to kill me. I always thought you like me..." Belle answered the question irrelevantly, lowered his head and drooped and sobbed softly.

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Chapter completed!