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

"Hey...you, your name is Si Mo, right?"

Seeing that his threats didn't work, Zhao Shi had to be gentle for a moment. He endured the pain and said in a negotiating tone: "Your manager told me, so, you let me go, and I can satisfy you with whatever you want!"

It was too hasty. This beauty was too aggressive.

Zhao Shi thought that as long as he put forward conditions, these actors would most likely ask for money. If something could be settled with money, it wouldn't be a big deal.

The most urgent thing now is to get out of here first, otherwise he will be disfigured.

Si Mo turned his head and sneered, saying, "Should I thank you?"

"If I say that it is your life that I want, will you give it to me?"

"Ah—Ahhhhhhh!!" Zhao Shi's hands were not honest, but before he could do anything, he was noticed by Si Mo's sharp eyes. Si Mo picked up a long needle used to fix jewelry on the table and quickly and fiercely inserted it into Zhao Shi's palm.

[Master, this doesn’t seem to fit your character…]

[In this plane, the original owner's personality was very cowardly and timid, because he was abandoned by his parents when he was young, and was moved to many places by human traffickers and finally sold to a theater. ]

[After coming here, he was not favored in the first few years, was often punished, and was not given food. As a result, as a normal man, his strength was much smaller than that of his peers. How could he possibly suppress an officer who had been on the battlefield? ]

Si Mo: So?

[So you need to take it easy. I'm afraid your behavior will be discovered by the management bureau, and you will be punished by heavenly punishment.]

Si Mo frowned and relaxed his grip: "Is it so troublesome?"

In this moment of distraction, Zhao Shi's eyes flashed, and he tried his best to turn over and pull out the needle from his palm. There was an obvious blood-red hole on the wound. He was completely ignited and pounced towards Si Mo viciously.

Seizing the opportunity, the man grasped Si Mo's wrist bone tightly with one hand, and the fair wrist turned red in an instant. Then Zhao Shi took Si Mo and was about to fall onto the bed.

The person outside the window who was watching this scene put his hands on his waist at this moment. Whether it was an instinctive reaction or something, Chu Qingchen's gaze stayed on Si Mo's swollen wrist. His heart seemed to be electrocuted and his pupils suddenly shrank.

According to the plan, now is not the best time to take action against Zhao Shi.

But for some reason, Chu Qingchen now had the urge to rush in.

The dressing room only had a bed that could not be called a bed. It was just a narrow hard couch for the actors to rest temporarily when they were tired from performing.

Because his vision was blocked by the many costumes, Chu Qingchen could no longer see Zhao Shi after he fell down with Si Mo on top of him.

In desperation, he found a stone by the window, swung his wrist hard, and the stone hit Zhao Shi's temple accurately.

Zhao Shi groaned, tilted his head, and then became motionless like a dead pig.

Chu Qingchen stood there and waited for a few seconds. When he saw the person above being pushed away, Si Mo turned around and stood up. He kicked Zhao Shi a few times in disgust, and then turned around to massage his injured wrist.

He didn't notice anyone outside at this time. He just stared at the pulsating artery on the side of Zhao Shi's neck and said seriously, "Can't I really kill him?"

Stupid professional fake smile: [I don’t mind this, dear. 】

"..."

[At least, don't do it in the Pear Garden. If the military investigates, it will be very difficult for us to escape.]

However, when Si Mo heard these words, it meant: It's not allowed here, it doesn't say you can't kill somewhere else.

"Okay," Si Mo replied reluctantly, "He'd better pray that he doesn't meet me again in the future."

"If we meet again, I will kill him!"

……

Seeing that there was no sound from inside, Chu Qingchen couldn't help but look at Si Mo twice more. Finally, when he heard someone coming, he left alone and secretly.

"Who are you and how did you get into the backyard?"

There was a noise outside the door, and Si Mo recognized that one of the parties seemed to be Mo Xunyu.

"I'm warning you. Our captain is doing something in there. If you dare to disturb him, be careful that the gun on my waist might go off."

Mo Xunyu smiled: "Oh? Then tell me, what is it that Zhao Shi must do in our Liyuan dressing room?? Can military officers break into private houses without restraint?"

"Besides, who gave you the guts to threaten me? I really don't believe you can shoot me here."

"You!" The warlord at the door gnashed his teeth in anger, and the tension between the two men became increasingly intense.

"Si Mo, are you in there?" Mo Xunyu shouted through the door: "Are you okay? Do you need my help?"

"I'm fine." The door was pushed open from the inside. Si Mo glanced at the two of them calmly and nodded to Mo Xunyu: "Don't worry."

Zhao Shi's commander pointed at Si Mo in shock, his eyes wide open: "You...?"

The next moment, he immediately reacted and asked, "Where's Captain Zhao?"

Si Mo shrugged and spread his hands to indicate that he didn't know.

The commander-in-chief walked around the two of them and ran inside, eventually finding Zhao Shi on the hard couch.

Looking at his miserable condition and the blood on his body, the warlord was about to say something, but Si Mo started to explain first.

"..."

"You mean, the captain came in alone and bumped his head against a pillar, causing his face to swell and several teeth to break. He also accidentally put his hand on a long needle and dislocated his arm??!"

Si Mo suppressed the slightly raised corners of his mouth, then nodded with a serious face: "Yes, don't you believe it?"

The commander's eyes trembled, with an expression of 'Do I look easy to deceive?', and shook his head: "I really don't believe it."

"Then go check it out." Si Mo said frankly, "I look forward to your evidence."

Zhao Shi's military supervisor helped Zhao Shi out of the dressing room. When passing by Si Mo, he brushed shoulders and said seriously, "If you dare to do this, you must be prepared to take the risk of losing your head in the future."

But it’s still unclear whose head will fall off.

Si Mo smiled at him knowingly, and said to him, "Sir, you are really slow."

……

The military governor took Zhao Shi away quickly. Before leaving, he looked at Si Mo with extra caution, as if to warn him. This matter would not be so easy to fool.

"Si Mo, you don't have to be afraid of him. No matter what they are doing, they can't come to Liyuan to arrest people without evidence."

Mo Xunyu supported Si Mo's shoulder and said comfortingly.

"Yeah." Si Mo just responded. He had no intention of letting Mo Xunyu know more.

After Mo Xunyu brought Si Mo back to the dressing room, he saw that some places had become a mess. Mo Xunyu didn't say anything, but just walked over silently to pick up the chair and clean up the scattered powder on the table.

Mo Xunyu worked very quickly. Si Mo just leaned against the wall for a while, and the house was already spotlessly clean.

After cleaning up, he walked a few steps towards Si Mo and came to his side, saying softly: "By the way, I haven't thanked you for your help today."

"Otherwise, the boss might not let me go so easily."

As he spoke, Mo Xunyu lowered his eyelashes, naturally concealing the dark and turbulent emotions in his eyes.

In the small and simple house, with the windows and doors closed, the air circulation became very slow, the ashes from the overturned sandalwood burner scattered everywhere, and a dry and oppressive smell filled the air.

For a long while, neither of them spoke.

Mo Xunyu pinched the corner of his clothes and rubbed the fingertips of his other hand with his thumb, which was his usual behavior when he was nervous.

Suddenly, the boy's eyes drifted to Si Mo's body and keenly discovered a strangulation wound.