Calculation of thousands of cities

"...Bai Qiancheng, do I... like you?"

A low and helpless voice reached Bai Qiancheng's ears. He was surprised, but he closed his eyes again shortly after.

Ridiculous, how could such words come from Mo Yao's mouth?

I don't know what I was thinking about, but I actually had such a dream.

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Spain, Barcelona.

A line of men in black stood neatly outside the box, holding guns in their hands. The guns were glowing with cold luster, making the surrounding atmosphere chilling.

In the box, it was a dinner for only two people.

"The reward is 100 million."

One of the men said lightly, fiddling with the lighter in his hand, and with a "click", a faint blue flame jumped out. The man picked up his thumb, and the flame went out immediately, leaving only a thin trace of smoke gradually disappearing in the air.

"..." The other man seemed to be hesitating, and he didn't make a sound for a long time.

"Don't worry, after helping me with this matter, the money will be credited to the account automatically. I guarantee that you will never go to jail because of this."

The man continued, the seductive conditions made the cautious man on the opposite side look a little tempted.

"Really not? You promise?"

"……I promise."

"Really just change the name of the embezzlement fund to Wen Yu? Remuneration... 100 million?"

"Correct."

"...Okay, I'll do it."

With some hesitation, the voice slowly drifted into the air.

After getting an affirmative answer, the corner of the man's mouth raised a smile, and then he stood up and extended his hand to the other party.

"Pleasant to work with."

"...Happy cooperation."

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Early the next morning, when Bai Qiancheng woke up, Mo Yao, who was by his side, had disappeared. He crawled out of the tent, and saw that slender man standing by the seaside with nothing to do, looking at the distant scenery .

"woke up?"

As if hearing the movement behind him, Mo Yao turned around and looked at Bai Qiancheng: "How do you feel, are you still catching a cold?"

"No, it's much better." Bai Qiancheng shook his head, a little moved by the man's concern.

However, after soaking in the sea for so long yesterday without taking a bath all night, I always felt a little weird, so I suddenly suggested to Mo Yao to take a bath.

Mo Yao agreed very straightforwardly, and Bai Qiancheng immediately went to the shower room by the sea.

In the early morning, even the crowds at the beach were very sparse, and there were no people in the shower room, which made Bai Qiancheng feel less restrained.

Then he took off all the clothes on his body, turned on the shower head, and warm water flowed down from the top of his head, dripping slowly along the plump muscles, and the water vapor engulfed the man, softening the sharp-edged face.

After Mo Yao went to pay for the rented tent, he also walked to the shower room. However, as soon as his front feet stepped on the wooden floor, his eyes were attracted by the sound of falling water, and he saw Bai Qian who was showering with his back facing him. In the city, the man's slender and fair figure was completely exposed in his sight, making Mo Yao's face flush instantly.

"shit."

Forcing himself to look away, Mo Yao quickly walked to the cubicle, took off his clothes and turned on the cold water, the bone-piercing cold hit his body, finally made Mo Yao wake up a bit, and suppressed the desire to wake up.

Why is that damned man Bai Qiancheng always controlling his emotions!

Mo Yao cursed in embarrassment, shaking his head, trying to get rid of Bai Qiancheng's bewitchment.

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