Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

After eating and drinking, Prime Minister Cen wiped the remaining pastry crumbs on his mouth with his thumb, then tilted his head to look at the people around him, hesitated for a second and said: "... Marshal, you have been sitting there motionless for an hour, there is no need to stare at you so closely, Zhao Shi will not run away immediately-"

Chu Qingchen glanced at him sideways, and Prime Minister Cen suddenly became honest. He sat up straight, pursed his lips and said, "Wrong!"

"Don't talk right after eating, or you might choke."

Chu Qingchen frowned, his face showing a look of disdain: "You are like this now, it seems that I usually treat you harshly."

"No, definitely not the young marshal. The young marshal is very good to me!" Thinking of something, Prime Minister Cen quickly changed his words: "The young marshal is very good to us!"

The play on the stage reached its climax. Chu Qingchen signaled Prime Minister Cen to keep quiet. The man looked at a certain actor on the stage, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then said indifferently, "Listen to the play."

Perhaps due to the help of Sima's divine power, Mo Xunyu's condition has been relatively stable since he took the stage. In fact, he didn't know how he managed to hold on, but the voice in his heart kept warning him that he must persevere and not fall down.

He was punished for stealing rouge from his employer, but Mo Xunyu did not deny it because he really needed these things to make him look in good shape. His purpose was simple, which was for the sake of the senior official in front of him - he wanted Zhao Shi to notice him.

Mo Xunyu knew about Zhao Shi's special hobby. In fact, few people in Shanghai knew about it, and no one hated Zhao Shi more than him.

He needed to get the other party's attention, and it would be best if Zhao Shi would favor him, and then... kill him with his own hands.

Zhao Shi in front had a relaxed look on his face. He stroked the edge of the table with his left hand and his eyes swept over the two actors unscrupulously.

On the stage, Si Mo and Mo Xunyu switched seats, and at the same time, they listened to Benben in their sea of ​​consciousness explaining the man's identity and origin to them.

A few years ago, a group of military officers were assigned to Shanghai by their superiors and began to manage all matters major and minor in this area according to their positions.

Among them were a high-ranking young marshal, Chu Qingchen, a colonel, Tang Min, and the captain, Zhao Shi.

[Over the past few years, people have often seen Zhao Shi in and out of various love places. He can be found throughout Shanghai. In addition, this person has a special hobby...]

[Zhao Shi was famous for his amorousness because he married thirteen concubines at home.]

[No one has ever really seen what these people look like, they just know that they are all extremely beautiful.]

[But the strange thing is that each of his concubines didn’t last long, the longest lasting a month, the shortest within three days, and they all died mysteriously.]

[So...according to folk rumors, Zhao Shi killed his wife.]

Si Mo: A wife-killer? ? Then there are so many people who want to marry her.

Benben sighed and said: [Power, material things, and vanity, sir.]

If you don't get married, you may live a mediocre life. But if you are favored, you can at least enjoy temporary wealth and glory. Besides, human nature is something that there are always people who think they are the exception.

Si Mo couldn't understand, nor did he want to understand: Let's investigate whether there is any hidden story behind this?

'Death under mysterious circumstances', and there's more than one reason. Who would believe such a lame excuse?

Hearing this, Benben straightened up and said with a smirk: [Ahem, of course there is! ]

Although their conversation was only audible to each other, Benben still moved closer to Si Mo and whispered in his ear as if to tell him a secret: [Master, you don’t know that Zhao Shi has a special hobby.]

【Would you like to guess? 】

Half a second later, Si Mo answered calmly: Because he likes men.

【? ? ? 】

【How did you guess? ! 】

Si Mo glanced at him as if he were a fool: "You need to guess."

Benben bit his lips tightly and kept silent. His master was too powerful, and the suspense was meaningless.

[Yes, Mr. Zhao, he does like men.]

[His concubines who were not to be seen were all men. Zhao Shi never took any of them out because he was afraid that it would damage his reputation.]

[But even so, he was still suspicious by nature and would secretly kill those people whenever he got tired of playing.]

After listening to this, Si Mo glanced at Zhao Shi again. This time his eyes met his, and he couldn't help feeling nauseous.

He asked again: "Why does Mo Xunyu insist on getting close to Zhao Shi?"

[Well... because...]

Benben stammered, "Mo Xunyu actually had a brother, but that man was later favored by Zhao Shi and was forcibly taken back to be his ninth concubine."

[At first his brother did not agree, but Zhao Shi threatened Mo Xunyu, saying that if he did not agree, Mo Xunyu's life in the opera house would not be easy, so his brother compromised.]

[There was no news after that. Mo Xunyu sneaked out to look for him several times until he heard from Zhao Shi's servants that his brother was tortured to death by Zhao Shi on the day he first arrived because he was disobedient.]

【So, he wanted to avenge his brother. 】

Si Mo noticed Mo Xunyu trying hard to attract Zhao Shi's attention and said after a long while, "Silly."

There are many ways to take revenge, but the most undesirable method is to be blinded by hatred and put yourself in danger. Not to mention the difference between civilians and officials, Zhao Shi has a gun in his hand, but Mo Xunyu has nothing.

She was even so powerless that she was almost beaten to death for stealing a box of rouge and powder.

[Who says it's not true? But the chief may have been forced into a desperate situation. ]

[Mo Xunyu didn’t want to live anymore. ]

He was determined to die for that glimmer of hope.

[Do you want to take care of this matter? ]

Si Mo looked away: "Let's talk about it later."

Benben couldn't figure out what Si Mo was feeling at the moment.

-

"Young Marshal, I think Captain Zhao is too idle." Prime Minister Cen leaned back in his chair impatiently, unable to hear his own voice amid the constant applause from the people around him. "We have been keeping an eye on him for many days, but we haven't found any useful clues.

I did visit all those buildings, theaters, and casinos.”

Chu Qingchen narrowed his eyes, ignored the bored man beside him, and said casually: "Then what? What do you want to say?"

"I want to ask..., are we still watching?"

"Or you can find another brother to keep an eye on him. It wouldn't be necessary for you to follow Zhao Shi for so many days."

"Madam sends someone to arrest me every day. Once I'm caught, I'll be interrogated and have to tell you everything about your private life."

"Nowadays, I have to report every bitch I meet. Your life is as dull as water...what new situation can there be?"