Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

At this point, Zhou Qi was ready to say goodbye, but Bai Qinghong smiled and tried to persuade him to stay, "Don't worry. We've prepared a presidential suite on the third floor. Let Miss Lin go up with you to relax."

Zhou** knew that they had to wait until the data closed, so he took the woman's hand and walked towards the corridor.

The moment he touched the slightly cool skin, he could clearly feel the other person's barely perceptible tremor, but he did not break away from the warmth of his palm.

After the two disappeared at the end of the Persian carpet, Bai Qinghong stared at the jumping numbers on the time-sharing chart: "If the closing data does not meet expectations, do you think this is fraud?"

He casually poured iced whiskey on the shivering Gao Qingliang's head and said, "I heard that the casinos in northern Myanmar are short of traders recently. What do you think of Zhou Qi going there to display his talents?"

Gao Qingliang's Adam's apple rolled as he squeezed out these words: "Mr. Bai, you never tolerate any deception in what you said."

"He just blocked a bullet for you, and now you want to repay your kindness with hatred?"

Bai Qinghong leaned on the leather sofa, tapping the armrest with his fingertips: "Why don't you ask for a favor for him? It's just the right time to return the favor."

"My life was given by Bai Shao."

Gao Qingliang clutched the corner of his clothes with white knuckles: "Except Master Bai, no one is worthy of being my benefactor."

"He is a very understanding man."

Bai Qinghong suddenly leaned forward, the crystal chandelier reflecting cold light on his glasses: "But if we move him, it will inevitably alert the forces in Hong Kong City. How do you think we can break this situation?"

Gao Qingliang's pupils contracted violently, and cold sweat flowed down the back of his neck into his collar.

He suddenly understood the true purpose of this conversation, and his voice was hoarse, unlike his own: "Last month, the construction site was bidding, and I hated him for stealing the bid, so I crashed his car on Huanhai Road in the early morning."

"Using two tons of steel as a murder weapon?"

Bai Qinghong wiped the lens slowly and calmly: "This is much gentler than a bullet."

As he stood up, his Italian leather shoes left deep marks on the carpet. "Take you to relax, after all..."

The last sound dissipated in the creaking sound of the door being pushed open.

The moment Lin Xindie pushed open the carved wooden door, Zhou Qi smelled the scent of sea breeze mixed with patchouli.

The girl walked straight to the marble bathtub, and the mist quickly blurred the peacock blue mosaic tiles.

As she turned around, her silk robe brushed against the back of Zhou Qi's hand, and she mechanically unbuttoned the first button.

"Is Xindie a code name?" Zhou Qi's throat tightened.

The only response he got was the sound of the shower hitting the tiles.

When his cold fingertips touched the collarbone, he suddenly jumped up and grabbed the man's neck, veins popping out on the back of his hand: "Who are you showing this dead face to!"

Lin Xindie stood still like a puppet, her black pupils reflecting the man's distorted face.

Zhou Qi saw his own unfamiliar reflection in her pupils and felt the regular beating of her carotid artery under his fingertips - this body was clearly alive, but it seemed as if it had already died.

Zhou Qi gritted his teeth and suddenly pushed Lin Xindie against the wall.

He clamped the woman's slender neck with his left hand, and climbed up along the silk skirt with his right hand. The moment he touched the soft waistline, he suddenly exerted force and pressed down heavily with a bloody kiss.

The unexpectedly soft touch between his lips and teeth startled him slightly, but the other person showed no reaction at all, like an exquisite doll.

The chill of metal suddenly touched my Adam's apple.

The sharp blade cut through the skin and blood oozed out. Zhou Qi tilted his head to see the scalpel that was shining with a cold light.

This discovery made his pupils shrink slightly - if Bai Qinghong really wanted to take action, why would he wait until this moment?

The shrewd trader deliberately left him to observe today's stock market trends, so it is impossible for him to give instructions to take action at this time.

As their eyes met, cracks appeared beneath Lin Xindie's seemingly calm mask.

Zhou Qi caught a glimpse of the restrained tension in the depths of her dark brown pupils. It was not fear of the current situation, but more like some deeper dread.

The moment his knuckles suddenly tightened, he keenly sensed the suppressed tremor in the other person's throat.

"Do you understand whose orders you are disobeying?"

The tip of the knife penetrated a little deeper as she questioned him, but Lin Xindie's voice was as steady as a cold pond: "I can do anything for you, but you can't touch me."

The last sound dissipated in the intertwined breaths of the two people, carrying with it a kind of determination to perish together with their loved ones.

There was a faint electric current floating in the air, and even breathing was slightly trembling.

Zhou Qi's fingertips slid across the wall and suddenly tightened three inches away from Lin Xindie's ear, causing the wooden decorative panel to make a slight cracking sound:

"She can get whatever she wants from others, but she has to give me a hard time - is it so hard to get the favor of the Lin family's jewel in the crown?"

The girl's silence was like a veil soaked in moonlight, and only the rosy color between her lips revealed her emotional fluctuations.

When Zhou Qi's thumb stroked her delicate jawline, the blush fluttered silently in the moonlight like the wings of a startled butterfly.

"Do you know what I admire most about you?"

Zhou Qi's silver cufflinks brushed against her collarbone, and the coolness of the metal and the body temperature collided to create dangerous sparks: "This kind of temptation of ice blades hiding snow is indeed fascinating."

The last note dissipated in the suddenly broken pearl button, and the silk shoulder straps slid down the porcelain white skin, piling up into a hazy mist at the waist.

Different from the visual impact of plumpness, Lin Xindie's bone beauty carries a sharp edge.

When Zhou Qi's palm brushed across her taut waistline, the undulating vest line under his fingertips was like a mysterious string, playing a tense vibrato at the moment of touch.

The cold light of the cold iron suddenly pierced through the ambiguity, and the tip of the dagger pressed a bloody line on the side of Zhou Qi's neck.

The man laughed softly and breathed his warm breath into her ear: "If Miss Lin really dared to use her knife, the bed curtains would be stained red by now."

His knuckles with thin calluses continued to move, and when they were about to touch the forbidden area, he suddenly turned, clamped her wrist holding the knife, and pressed it hard on the mirror.

The reflections in the mirror were entangled in a strange duet, and Zhou Qi's well-defined chest under his open shirt pressed against her trembling back:

"I'm looking forward to it more than having my throat pierced..."

He suddenly reversed their positions and trapped Lin Xindie between the French window and himself: "Look at your eyes that were filled with poison, melting into spring water for me."

Lin Xindie's red eyes were filled with tears, but her face was as cold as if covered with frost.

This contradictory expression with a sense of brokenness made Zhou **'s head tremble slightly. He had never seen her like this in his memory.

"Since the toy is already damaged, isn't the owner going to throw it away?" A sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his arm, pressed Zhou Qi's elbow downward, and took advantage of the moment when the other party lost his balance to push him hard.

Although he didn't use much strength, Zhou Qi staggered back half a step.

The girl broke free from the shackles and took out a silver blade with her backhand. Her slender fingers deftly flipped on the handle, and the cold light drew a half arc in the air.

In the reflection of Zhou Qi's suddenly contracted pupils, the tip of the knife was already against her flat belly.

The moment the metal pierced the skin, scarlet blood beads rolled down the snow-white skin, and several dark flowers bloomed on the floor tiles.

Zhou Qi's palm was tightly gripping the blade, with blood dripping from the base of his palm - his body reacted faster than his consciousness.

Lin Xindie's pupils trembled slightly, and she mechanically let go of the knife handle and let the weapon be taken away.

When the metal fell to the ground with a clang, she realized that her fingertips were shaking. This gambler who always used life and death as chips missed the first opportunity in the game.