It’s so cruel to make the prince cry! Goddess, her vest fell off

What I fear most is the sudden silence.

Silence spread like ink between the two people in front of the sniper station.

One is a cold young man with his eyes closed tightly, waiting for the final judgment.

One is a ruthless warlord who holds the power of life and death and makes fun of the world.

I don’t know where the calm started to break.

Or, on the other side of the border, the harvest war is going on silently.

Or, in the abandoned TV tower, the vibrating sound of a special reminder from the cell phone in the boy’s trouser pocket.

The mobile phone was taken out by the ruthless warlord himself.

No need to unlock, the notification on the screen says it all:

Bai Jingmo: "You don't have to come to me."

Bai Jingmo: "My brother is happy with this industrial park in Myanmar."

The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

Bai Jingmo wants to be the oriole that annexes the four major warlords in Myanmar.

Baiyang's eyes only glanced at the two news notifications, and a long-suppressed turbidity quietly dissipated at this moment.

Her bastard brother was finally... a thing of the past!

In the future, there will be no more Bai Jingmo in China, and she will no longer be Bai Yang of Haicheng.

Once upon a time, there was an experimental subject with the same name as her. From this moment on, they can no longer be separated!

Bai Jingmo... finally lied to her!

He lied to her, saying that he went to Burma to gain more capital to compete with the black and blind men, so she gave him Sino-Ocean's resources and helped the bastard brother rise to the top.

He lied to him, and he was reluctant to hurt himself. In the end, he was the one who assassinated her over and over again, and he was also the one who took the initiative to put an end to her.

He is a born bad boy, teaching his parents a research topic on how to cultivate super male boys into outstanding social pillars. Up to this moment, it has become a joke.

In the future, between China and the Burmese warlords.

It crossed Bai Jingmo, a branch of the Bai family in Kyoto.

A Burmese leader who pretended to be really miserable in China ended up going to hell on earth, but to him it might be heaven.

Bai Jingmo's message is undoubtedly telling them in China that he is going to go on a killing spree!

The cold young man bowed his originally straight back slightly tiredly, leaned his neck forward, and rested his forehead weakly on the solid wall in front of him.

Maybe from this moment on, Myanmar’s electronic fraud industry, which has troubled the country for many years, will undergo earth-shaking changes!

After all, what they are going to face next is Bai Jingmo, who would never be able to learn to wear a "mask" if she hadn't accidentally discovered that she had a tendency to torture and kill small animals and was forced to discipline by her professor's parents!

It is basically impossible for Bai Jingmo to return to China, let alone help her and the black blind men fight to the death.

After all, it was the "heaven" he had planned for a long time, and she could only walk the road to the future alone.

……

After being pushed into the elevator by the warlord, Bai Yang didn't see the flash of fire in the sniper hole the moment the silver iron door closed.

In this industry, everyone hangs his life around his neck and is always prepared to fail or die.

After a loud bang, a deep and horrifying crater was left on the outward-facing door leaf of the old elevator.

The convoy rushing towards the border coast is performing life and death speed.

The warlord looked gloomy all the way, loading and unloading the gun barrel countless times in his hand, just like his irritable thoughts,

...The convoy finally rolled over the steps to board the cruise ship.

Under the tacit gaze of countless pairs of eyes, the "cold boy" was pushed into the presidential suite by the warlord boss.

……

Baiyang was very tired.

Nestled in the quilt, I don't know whether it is the head or the end of the bed.

There is no strength in the wrist, and even the fingers can't help but curl up in the palm of the hand.

I felt another heavy pull on my ankle.

Baiyang groaned.

The dripping saline wetted the arm that was holding her.

"Why are you crying again?"

The crisp and hoarse bass rolled in the man's throat.

Baiyang closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to look at the bad guy who had tormented her all night.

"Do not speak?"

Goodwill Ting untied the things that bound his baby sheep.

It was as if he was kissing the binding marks on the distressed lamb with distress.

"Be good, kiss Brother Ting, and Brother Ting will sleep with the little sheep."

Shangyuting rubbed the top of the sheep's hair and picked him up with his other hand.

Cuddled into his arms.

The uncomfortable little sheep could barely sit upright, his waist felt uncomfortable, his stomach also had some faint pain, and it was still burning down there.

Whining, whining.

It makes people’s hearts melt when they hear it.

No more embarrassment for his little girl.

Shangyuting's Adam's apple rolled slowly, and he picked up the little Yang'er horizontally, letting the little Yang'er hit his lower jaw with the lamb's head, causing a dull pain.

He held the soft sheep pipi in one hand and slowly walked towards the bathroom in the presidential suite of the yacht.

The lamb's waist was still sore and tender, and now her neat white teeth were being polished on the shoulder of the guy she had called a "bad guy" all night.

Leave a circle here and a circle there.

On the neck next to her are her records from earlier.

Shangyuting is quite fond of him now, but he doesn’t know who it was that was bitten in front of him and wanted to slap the sheep’s pipi ten times!

Put his baby sheep into the warm water he just placed remotely.

The uncomfortable little sheep was still holding his stomach, and his grievances were obvious on his delicate and noble little face.

Shangyuting looked through the increasingly hazy mist and saw the cold-faced little lamb on TV, broken and bullied by what he had only dreamed of.

Another unstoppable deep kiss.

……

noon the next day.

On the deck of the yacht, a group of black-clad bosses in the ocean who held heavy command authority jumped out of the military helicopter painted with "invisible paint" one after another.

Sit firmly at the conference table that will determine the final direction of Myanmar's gang separatism.

The atmosphere was solemn and filled with smoke.

"What's there to discuss? It's just a small country as big as a bean. Since the royal family has done nothing and destroyed the imperial power, just let the brothers take turns!"

"Myanmar's mineral resources are a rare piece of fat. They don't know how to use it themselves. Instead, they have taken the wrong path over and over again. As I say, reset a colony and control their high-level officials. , to help them make good use of resources is just right!”

"You are all living kings of hell! However, it seems that the country of Myanmar has one of them as king of hell. He seems to have a close relationship with... your little apprentice, the leader!"

Who doesn't know that the leader looks at his young disciple with an unusual look.

The person who said this was not trying to persuade anyone, but he was clearly trying to persuade someone!

As the words fell, voices of agreement and jokes came and went.

"I know that man! His surname is Bai too! He is said everywhere that he is the brother of the leader's young apprentice! I don't know if he is his biological brother or his romantic brother?"

"What the hell, brother, since we are overseas, let's get a share of the Golden Triangle!"

"You Han Lao Liu, do you want a piece of the pie, or just a piece of the pie in total! Hahaha..."