Canary pretends to be good and runs away wearing books

Seeing that A was so persistent, Ji Luo reluctantly picked up the video call, as usual, without showing his face, and only pointed the rear camera at his right wrist.

He hadn't had time to change into the white sports shorts he was wearing. At this moment, his slender and fair legs were overlapping, filling the picture, and his right hand was resting on his kneecap.

Ji Luo: "Here, that's it, a little red."

The person over there seems to be examining his wrist carefully, not missing any details.

Ji Luo lowered his eyes and saw the scene on A's side.

It was a luxurious office. The man had a suit and leather shoes, his cuffs were buttoned up neatly one by one, and his bow tie was tightly tied against the collar of his shirt.

He seemed to be sitting casually on the boss chair, exuding a strong aura inadvertently, but Ji Luo didn't care, and didn't care that A didn't show his face in the video.

Anyway, neither of them showed their faces.

After a while, A didn't speak. Ji Luo felt that this kind of communication was unnecessary, so he said, "Did you finish reading? Then hang up."

After all, I have to press the video.

At this moment, the voice of A happened to come from the speaker of the mobile phone.

"do not move."

When Ji Luo heard it, he was slightly taken aback.

A's voice was cold and deep, like a cool breeze in the dark night, which made him feel an inexplicable sense of stimulation suddenly rising from the bottom to the top of the tailbone.

His voice and tone...

The boy's pupils suddenly dilated.

Then A immediately said the second sentence, changing into a completely different tone: "It doesn't seem to be the case in the video. At that time, it only touched the right side of your wrist, but why is your left side swollen now?"

Ji Luo was startled again.

Different from the low tone just now, the tone of A's second sentence became much softer, and there was no such coldness, so that the stimulation Ji Luo felt just now was instantly appeased, making him relax.

Do not……

not him.

Despite the similarity in voice, he never spoke in such a gentle tone.

Not to mention... doing that kind of thing with voice.

Just like I was drunk yesterday?

Heh, if that pervert would have appeared here and fucked me, don't even think about getting up today.

How could he allow me to mess around.

Ji Luo exhaled softly, "Ah, oh, yes..."

After a pause, he recalled what A said just now, "Oh, yes, I was playing with this person later, and I accidentally hurt him."

A didn't think so, and said, "Oh, is that so? Take a look around."

With a 'tsk' sound, Ji Luo twisted his wrist casually, so as not to die, a certain nerve was stimulated, so he couldn't hold it back, and took a breath of cold air.

Obviously A heard it, and his voice was a little softer, but he still maintained a gentle tone and said: "Look, does it hurt? Hurry up and deal with it. If I don't say it, will you just leave it there?"

"Why do you talk so much." Ji Luo stood up and walked to the bathroom with his mobile phone, "I haven't seen you talking so much in the live broadcast room."

A didn't answer, and only waited for Ji Luo to put his phone on the marble table, and when the screen went black, he said slowly, "Because I have a job, I'm free to chat with you now. You can't make me look good Do you deal with wrists, wayward little anchor?"

Ji Luo frowned slightly, thinking that this A thing was quite a lot, but at least there was no malice, so he turned the camera around as he said.

"What catches your eyes."

As he spoke, he quickly splashed cold water on his swollen wrist.

There was a sound of running water, and the boy's skin was already white, but now it was even colder under the cold water, and the blood vessels under the skin could be vaguely seen.

A smiled: "Otherwise you won't handle it properly."

Ji Luo was speechless, he wanted to rush and forget it, but now there is no one to serve him to bandage, so he has to do it himself, which is troublesome...

But after hearing what A said, he still punched his wrist to cool down and called room service.

The boy's clear voice sounded, and he said to the room service with a standard British accent: "Could you please help metosendsomeicetoroom1419? Cheers."

A seemed to have seen through his little thoughts, and said slowly: "That's right, I'll repeat it later, so I can continue practicing tomorrow."

Ji Luo was silent for a while: "...you understand quite well."

"Know what, bandage?"

"Hmm." Ji Luo nodded.

Soon the ice cubes were delivered to the room. In the video, the 17-year-old boy only uses two fingers to carry the ice bucket and put it on the marble countertop. Block, at the right wrist covered with swelling, pinch it with your left hand and temporarily fix it.

A said: "I know a little bit about the basic freezing method, but I can't compare with professionals."

Ji Luo: "Oh? Then why do you tell me to handle it by myself instead of going to an infirmary or something?"

A said naturally: "You don't even bother to deal with it yourself, and you still expect you to go to the infirmary?"

"Tsk."

A: "But there is no need to make a trip for such a small matter, I think you can do it yourself."

Ji Luo nodded thoughtfully, her beautiful chin looming on the screen.

It's not just a trivial matter...

When we were on the operating table before, we watched the instructor perform craniotomy on the patient...

A controls the topic: "Then, why did that person in the video treat you like this?"

Ji Luo let out a 'huh' and lazily said, "Maybe it's because he's jealous of my good looks."

…Hearing this answer, A snorted and laughed, "Really, then show me your face."

Ji Luo didn't care much, and said directly: "I won't show it to you."

After such a short time, the young man has neatly arranged the ice cubes on his wrist, and then wrapped them with a cold handkerchief that has been chilled. With all the simple detumescence equipment on, Ji Luo freed his hand to press the phone.

He also said: "It's done, hang up."

A is still sitting firmly on the leather swivel chair, calmly controlling the topic: "Little anchor, why are you always in a hurry to hang up the phone?"

Ji Luo pinched the corner of the phone with his fingertips, the screen was shaking, and only his calf was visible in the picture, "Don't you want to see my wrist? Isn't this the end of reading?"

After speaking, he threw the phone on the bed, and the whole person also lay down on it.

The video screen is plunged into darkness.

But it does not affect the sound transmission of A.

He only heard him teasing and suddenly changed the subject: "Oh...were you on this bed last night?"

Ji Luo's ear twitched.

You, if you don't tell me, I'll forget it!

Why do you have to mention it?

The boy's face was buried in the quilt, and he refused to face A as if hiding it on purpose, hesitatingly said: "No..."

"no?"

"Yes." Ji Luo calmed down, "Although, but, boss, I have to tell you one thing first, make it clear."

"What's the matter?" A's voice was still smiling, as if it was waiting for him to try to explain.

Ji Luo cleared his throat, grabbed the quilt tightly, tilted his head and said, "I drank too much last night."

A lightly said: "I know."

Ji Luo: "...So if I did something, please pretend it never happened, ok?"

A thought for a while, then thoughtfully said: "Do you know what you did?"

... In order to prevent his image from instantly falling into a drunken scumbag, Ji Luo said vaguely, "I vaguely remember something."

"Oh?" A was so interested that he even raised his voice, "Remember what?"

"..."

I do not know anything!

Ji Luo felt that what he drank yesterday must be fake wine, otherwise why today he always felt that his IQ was not enough, so he could only change the topic, "I won't mention it after the past, but let's discuss it, no matter what I do, you just treat it as wrong I know, don’t tell others, deal?”

A thought for a while, and said, "How can you be sure that I won't go out and talk nonsense. Are you afraid that I will grasp something and threaten you? I think your family conditions are quite good."

Hearing this, Ji Luo laughed.

"Very well, it seems that you know that my family is in good condition."

Although the boy was wronged, he was not afraid at all, and said: "So, even if something happens, I can have a good way to deal with the aftermath. My friend, I usually don't take the initiative to argue with others, but if someone Mess with me first, then I might..."

After a short pause, Ji Luo omitted the following words, and said instead: "You are attending a dinner party in Beverly Hills, so you must have a decent job and a superior status. I discussed it with you, and it is clear that people like you have deep feelings Think for yourself, know what to do and what not to do."

A kept a relaxed tone: "Really?"

Ji Luo wrote lightly: "If I want to know who you are, then I just need to move my fingers to get your information easily. But I don't need to move these thoughts for the time being, I hope you don't let me move those thoughts... …After all, you also provided me with a video today, and I should thank you.”

Otherwise, it would be difficult to catch Gao Bian's pigtails.

A said with a 'huh', "You don't have to thank me."

Ji Luo supported the bed, slightly raised his head and glanced at the phone, "So, you agree?"

A chuckled, and added: "Last night will be your thank you gift."

Ji Luo: "..."

Before he could blow his hair, A immediately diverted his attention, as if he knew Ji Luo's temper very well, and said, "So, does this person who plays ball belong to your target of revenge?"

Hearing his question, Ji Luo laughed out loud.

"Am I guilty of retaliating against him?" The young man pouted, "He is also worth my time."

A didn't ask why, just said: "But you can't suffer that blow for nothing."

"Oh, that's of course impossible. I won't use the same low-intelligence method as him to retaliate against him. After all, the way for a mentally retarded person to defeat a normal person is to pull the normal person to the same level as him, and then use the experience of the mentally retarded to defeat the normal person." people."

A slowly applauded: "Indeed."

Ji Luo stretched his waist, "He's not worth my energy to deal with, so I just played two rounds of tennis with one of them. He didn't score a point, and after being crushed by absolute strength, he fell to his knees. shivering..."

The boy laughed, "Isn't this very good?"

A's voice still came out from the loudspeaker, although it was some distance away, it seemed to be ringing in Ji Luo's ears.

"The absolute crushing across classes, I appreciate it very much. I was afraid that you would be angry because of that incident. But after all, it is not the tennis player who can't play badly, but the other one who deliberately uses the mobile phone. As for him, you Any ideas?"

Ji Luo said: "I have no idea yet. What?"

A casually made an opinion: "It sounds like he has a high self-esteem and is arrogant, but he is more persistent in tennis. In my opinion, the way to beat this kind of person is to let him fall from the place where he is most proud, from the height I fell down hard, full of fear, extremely painful, but unable to resist. When I see you again in the future, I will no longer have the courage to resist, and I don’t even dare to look at you directly. Is this relieved?"

This kind of method is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, Ji Luo somehow thought of Ji Ling.

He used to be like this, step by step to defeat the relatives, shareholders, and business opponents who were peeping at Ji's property, and then no one dared to oppose him, obeyed his orders, and had no resistance at all Heart.

but……

A's tone is slow, light, and gentle, as if telling a story, not as cold as Ji Ling's voice.

Ji Luo moved his fingers grabbing the quilt, closed his eyes, and controlled himself not to think about him.

Well, to be honest, before this kind of person would never let Ji Luo solve it by himself, all these shits will be blocked by Ji Ling, and no one can affect Ji Luo's mood...

Therefore, his experience in dealing with it is slightly insufficient.

But after hearing what A said, Ji Luo had some thoughts.

How about letting Gao Bian... lose the qualification to play tennis again?

Ji Luo coughed twice, sat up from the bed, and thanked reluctantly: "Ah, your statement is good."

A asked: "Do you like it?"

Ji Luo didn't answer directly, but said: "Okay, then I will thank you for chatting with you, the host of this book."

"Is that all?" A smiled, "It's not enough."

Ji Luo blinked, stared at the phone on the bed and said, "Why, what do you want... Do you still want me to treat you to dinner?"

A said: "It's not necessary. I'm on a business trip."

Ji Luo breathed a sigh of relief, and I don't want to see the netizens, after all, the netizens died after seeing the light: "Then let's talk about it when we have a chance!"

A: "Well, but when it comes to eating, it's indeed time for dinner. I need to be paid to teach you something - so, little anchor, why don't you go to eat and broadcast for a while, just treat it as having dinner with me ?”

Ji Luo felt that it made sense. He must always remind himself that he is an anchor, and he wants to gather popularity by becoming an Internet celebrity, so he said, "Yes. You can recommend a better restaurant to me."

A paused for a moment before asking, "Do you have anything to eat?"

Ji Luo lowered his eyes, covered the camera, and turned the phone screen around.

He saw that the adult man over there had stood up from the chair at some point, and was standing not too far away, standing alone at an angle that could clearly reveal his Adam's apple to the camera.

A is undoing his tie.

Ji Luo stared at the lines of his fingers and neck, and suddenly blurted out three words uncontrollably: "Bang Bang Chicken."

A paused, and his voice seemed to become a little deeper.

"Oh? What kind of Bangbang chicken do you want?"