Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Young master Xiao is very cautious. He takes a good look at Su Xiaoyu and looks up and down. From her slender arms and legs, he sees her childish face. Finally, he nods slightly, "that's what I said."

Su Dayong, "..."

He is also a professional killer, and he has lived on this line for so many years. If there is no accident, this is the first time in his life that he has received such "low comments".

Does he really look that bad? Is it really like a person who can't even help such a little girl?

It's a pity that he didn't have time to hurt himself. Most of his thoughts were drawn by the "poison" in his stomach.

He bit his back teeth and was about to continue talking when he heard Mu Yun's deep and cold voice coming from the front, "antidote, I can give you --"

Hearing this, Su Dayong was overjoyed, and his eyes could not help flashing a burst of crystal clear gratitude.

People are usually like this. Once they are stuck in the mire and can't extricate themselves, and they get deeper and deeper, if they can see a hand stretching out in front of them, no matter whether the hand is gentle and kind or not, even if it is a toe accidentally stretched out by Shura, the God of death from hell, they will follow their instinct and firmly grasp it into their heart.

For example, at the moment, mu Yunshen only gave him such a short second of joy, and then revealed his sharp fangs.

"But you'd better not play tricks on me," he said with a squint. "Anyway, this is my territory now. There are many ways I can make you speak."

The smile on Su Dayong's face suddenly froze.

A moment later, his eyes dribbled around, and without giving up his heart, he raised a ferocious smile. "Will the big boss of the group dirty his hands for people like me?"

Mu Yunshen raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't seem to expect that he would answer like this, but this kind of surprise only lasted for about a second.

He laughed quickly. "Did you make a mistake?"

Hearing this, Su Dayong's smile froze, his fingers slowly retracted and his palms clenched into fists. He opened his mouth and couldn't make a sound.

Mu Yunshen gave a slow smile and shook his shoulder slightly.

He raised his chin and his smile vanished.

"It seems that you are not too stupid. You should know who I am. But you're wrong. I'm mu Yunshen. I've never been a gentleman. I'll kill you if I'm upset. "

Hearing this, Su Dayong's face turned white, and he looked at the handsome man in front of him in disbelief.

Even if he sat at this time, his body was folded, but still could not cover up his slender body.

He was wearing a serious, pressed suit, and his fingers rubbed against each other as he spoke. The bridge of nose and lips seem to have a layer of glaze under the bright light in the room, which seems to have a kind of extra cold and ascetic temperament.

Su Dayong felt his calf twitch for no reason, and he leaned back subconsciously.

Mu Yunshen takes back his sight impatiently and winks at Su Xiaoyu.

Su Xiaoyu calmed his head and pretended to take out another white bottle from his pocket.

She walked up to Su Dayong and held out her hand stiffly. She said angrily, "open your mouth!"

Su Dayong was stunned for a moment. He had the experience of the previous two times. This time, he closed his mouth decisively and hummed, "how can I know what you gave me to eat?"