NCCnovel Chapter 825: Not convinced? Kill him (45)
Chapter 825: Not convinced? Kill him (45)
Mingxi was silent, her hands resting gently on Xingrong's legs, her head resting on her hands, looking up and staring at Xingrong's expression seriously. Her face was full of confidence, and the sense of happiness that she herself had not even noticed was like seeing the first ray of sunshine in the morning light, which made him fall into deep thought.
In a secret room somewhere
Three stripped men were washed clean and placed on the table like lambs to be slaughtered.
Their eyes were awake, but they were motionless as if they were under a spell, and their bodies were just shaking subconsciously. They were covered with all kinds of flowers and food, like a luxurious feast, with all kinds of seasonings scattered on their bodies, and a blooming yellow chrysanthemum was pinned on their mouths.
In front of each of them sat a man in a suit and an exquisite tie. Their eyes were like hungry wolves, constantly scanning the three people's exposed skin, as if they wanted to eat them alive.
Tian Jie was like an elegant gentleman, standing in front of the table, wearing a slim tuxedo, with his hands naturally folded in front of him, and a professional standard smile of a waiter on his lips, taking in the satisfaction in the eyes of every person in a suit.
"Three distinguished guests, our boss heard that you have a special liking for 'special delicacies', so he specially found the most delicious 'food' for you. Your 'tableware' is right next to you, please enjoy it."
"If you want to 'dine' alone, you can go to our carefully prepared room and we will personally deliver your dishes to you."
The three men in suits naturally wanted to enjoy this "delicious food" alone. Too many people would inevitably affect their performance, so they all chose to go to the room in tacit understanding.
The person in the dark pushed a human-shaped dining table and slowly walked past Tian Jie. Everyone at the table stared at him in horror. Their eyes seemed to be begging for mercy, but more of them were filled with fear.
Tian Jie watched them leave with a smile on his face. That smile was full of ridicule and sarcasm, as if telling them that this was the consequence of bullying Xue Xiaoqi.
.Then he looked at the dining cart filled with various "tableware" that he had carefully prepared, and then he turned around and left with satisfaction.
He could imagine what would happen to those three people without having to watch it himself.
Tianjie dragged his tired body back home. It was already 2 o'clock in the morning, and the house should have been immersed in the deepest silence.
However, at this moment, the huge crystal chandelier in the living room was still stubbornly emitting a warm yellow glow, and the only remaining dark red embers in the depths of the fireplace were burning tenaciously, together illuminating the thin figure in the wheelchair who looked like a paper man - Xue Xiaoqi was still waiting.
Her frail body was sunk deep into the large velvet wheelchair, like a jade sculpture abandoned in a quiet corner, and the white lamb wool pajamas on her body shone softly in the residual light of the fire and the dim light of the crystal chandelier above her head. The thick blanket tightly covered her legs, slipped quietly from her knees, and fell to the ground, but she was completely unaware.
A thick medical book was spread out on her knees, and her fingertips unconsciously stroked the edge of the pages, making a slight friction sound, as if she was gently stroking the rough sandpaper of time.
She seemed to have heard his movements, and she slowly turned her head and looked at him with a smile. To him, that smile was like the warm sun in winter, warm and gentle, "Xiaotian, you're back."
The word "Xue" swirled in his throat, carrying the breath of wind and snow, but he swallowed it back. A sharp, almost painful warm current suddenly pierced his limbs and bones that were numbed by the cold wind like lightning, as if to melt his whole body.
He walked over quickly and squatted down to pick up the blanket. His movements were faster and gentler than expected. When his fingertips touched the soft velvet, he could almost feel the cool temperature of her knees through the clothes. That temperature was like a clear spring, flowing through his fingertips and seeping into his heart.
He lowered his eyes slightly, and his thick eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes, like stars in the night sky, covering up the undercurrent surging like a tide in his eyes.