present to the lord

"Why, you have forgotten who your master is after only half a month?" The French youth with silver-gray eyes spoke French in a romantic tone, but the insult in it was absolute.

The height of 1.7 meters is only medium for men, and he is sitting on the sofa in a snow-white suit. He is elegantly holding a goblet filled with red wine, and smiled contemptuously: "You said you lost your memory. ?” He smiled and put down his wine glass, sat comfortably on the sofa and looked at the man leaning against the door frame, “Indeed, his attitude has changed a lot.”

Raising one eyebrow, Fan Haoran ignored the fierce-looking bodyguard guarding the side, he walked over under the eyes of the young man, and sat on the sofa opposite, with a very unclely posture, as if he was the real owner of this place "Master?" He held his forehead and smiled, with a strange light shining through his fingers, and repeated in a slower and deeper voice, "Master...?"

"Why, do you want to see the evidence?" The young man's facial features are very delicate. As a Frenchman, he seems to be very romantic even in appearance.Now there is no trace of gloom in this young man's smile, but the things he has done are very bad.

Suddenly an image appeared on the monitor behind them.The first thing to look at is a gentle face. The facial features of this face are a little bewitching, but it doesn't have that kind of yin, and it is even a little soft on the contrary.

At that time, it was the face that Fan Haoran was using now.The face was covered with sweat, the hair stuck to the side of the cheek, twisted in pain, the eyes were red, and the teeth were clenched and rattling.

"It's really charming." The French youth next to him smiled and reached out to help him wipe the sweat off his face. In the other hand, he held a slender silver brazing rod, which was very fine, with tiny patterns on it. It is round-headed, and the other end is pointed but not sharp.

The young man admired the strong body in front of him, he stroked it fascinatedly, and then held the hardened piece of meat, the weight was quite satisfactory.

"It's already erected." He smiled and inserted the thing in his hand from the urethra, happily looking at the person below who was in more pain because of his movements.

Fan Haoran couldn't help rolling his eyes when he saw the French youth spread his legs and sit the hardened piece of meat into his body.

The picture on the screen was still moving, and he heard the French youth inside panting and saying, "Call me 'Master'!" he ordered.

The weak-looking man with the collar obviously had been treated more cruelly before, and he immediately gave in: "Well...Master..."

What a fucking dog.It was the first time I saw him training a loyal dog to attack him like this. The man who shared the same body with him was too weak in heart, if he were, he would have kicked him out a long time ago.

He looked at the lower body of the opposite person with a subtle expression, he was not the person in the image, he did not have such a soft and cowardly expression.His eyes are strong and sharp, and the gloomy and dark emotions make him look very sharp.

"Then, you put this kind of thing just to let me see how you were fucked by the old me." He leaned on the sofa listlessly with his legs crossed and uttered wild words, still with a sneering look and a low mocking voice tone.Under the bright light, you can distinguish every flick of his hair.

His face froze, this was the first time Alain realized that the person in front of him might really have amnesia, his eyes no longer had that kind of tacit understanding light, no more forbearing tenderness and love.But the sinister and entangled cracks in those eyes moved him even more.

"It doesn't matter if you lose your memory, I seem to be more interested in you now." Alain's silver-gray pupils glowed with interest, "You should be more interesting than before." He stretched out his hand to loosen his light pink-striped tie , "Tough eyes, it will definitely make me more happy to touch you like this." He made a gesture as he spoke.

One of the four bodyguards stepped out immediately, with a muscular body wrapped in a suit.

Fan Haoran leaned on the sofa with one hand, jumped up lightly, dropped his toes, and stood not far from Le: "Is this going to be done?" He brushed his short hair and looked at Alain sharply, "Here Is it illegal to kill someone?" He asked such an unreasonable question, and then smiled and said to himself, "I've wanted to kill people since I came here." This world, this world without Eric!

"Murder?" Alain looked at the man with stern eyes like a rational beast with a strange expression, "Baudoin, you used to avoid such things... Ah yes, you have already forgotten... ..." He seemed to be about to reveal a big secret, and wanted to let him know his identity cruelly on the premise of harm, "My half-brother, are you the real you now? Liberate your heart heir of the Durand family of the Beast."

In the end, Fan Haoran, who restrained his desire to kill, raised his foot, and kicked the bodyguard away with wild and powerful movements: "Heir? After watching the video just now, I didn't see anything like an heir. A rebel who killed his brother."

He put one hand on his waist and the other on the sofa, with a very casual attitude, "You don't matter if you want to seize power or steal the day, as long as it doesn't involve me, you can do whatever you want. My temper has not been very friendly recently, I hope you can Rein in your teeth and claws."

The dark, congealed light grew in the corner of the eyes, which was a kind of cruel killing intent that was very impatient and wanted to release the gloom: "Don't come to provoke me." He finally made a conclusion.

Alain's eyes were stunned unexpectedly, and he said in a noble long tune with French romantic feelings, "Since it's my brother's order, I obey." He made a noble salute and bowed slightly to show his respect.

Ignoring the trembling of the drastic change in attitude, Fan Haoran turned and left.But he knew that things were far from over.

"I am your new boss, and I will ask you to work hard in the future." The French young man with silver gray eyes spoke standard Korean, and his smile was the gentle smile unique to French nobles.

Huang Taijing hugged his chest in an unhappy low pressure, without any intention of showing face to the new boss: "Is that so?" He turned around and left aggressively, even though his shoulders looked a little thin, but the low pressure of the devil It still made many people get out of the way in shock.

Fan Haoran looked at Alain who was wearing a dark blue striped suit in no surprise, he even smiled at him, that kind of smile was neither sarcasm nor sarcasm, it was even friendly.

"It's because I became your new boss, and I have a good attitude." Alain touched his face, his skin was very fair and smooth, his facial features were deep but more refined like those of the French, and his silver-gray pupils made him Look younger than your actual age.But he knows how to seduce a man, a man who is related to him by blood.

"You think so?" Fan Haoran smiled, and stood lazily aside, not responding to his words.

"What are you still standing there for, don't you know that you need to run in and practice recently!" Huang Taijing, as the captain, attaches great importance to this music festival, and he is as difficult to get along with as he has shown.

Fan Haoran was not affected by the bossy tone at all, he shrugged, turned and walked after him.

Alain, on the other hand, has been looking at the back of the person who left, the man who used to only see him, has forgotten his existence, forgotten their past, and is even moving away from him, approaching unknown people in unknown directions.

He lowered the smile on his face, his silver-gray eyes were condensed with coldness, he frowned and murmured in French: "Baudoin, are you leaving me?" He suppressed angrily, "I will never allow it. "

And after a long time of practice, Jieremy finally threw down the drumsticks and ran towards pizza and ice cream with the approval of the big devil Huang Taijing.

Jieremy, who was sitting there playing with the computer, bit the scoop of ice cream: "Ah, uhey!" There was a beautiful video of her crying while visiting a child with cancer, "Wow, it's so beautiful, it's exactly my type."

"Tch, you really pretend to be intimidating a goblin." Huang Taijing sneered disdainfully.

"Wow, it's so beautiful and kind! It's exactly my type." Jieremy looked dreamy.

"Jieremy is still a child, I really don't have much discerning eyes." Fan Haoran hit him mercilessly, took a piece of pizza and took a bite, "If a woman really cries, she is not so beautiful. The corners of her eyes are red, and her eyelids are red. Swelling. Such indifferent tears are just for fans to see." He reached out and stroked his fluffy blonde hair.

Jieremy jumped up immediately, and asked Jiang Xinyu unwillingly: "Brother, you like this type too! Brother Tai Jing, too, I remember you said it before!"

"I didn't say that." He immediately and decisively denied, leaning on the chair and squinting at Fan Haoran who was eating pizza.

Apart from dressing up as aristocrats when going out to banquets, Fan Haoran eats in this ghostly way on weekdays, gulping and quick solutions are really very arrogant.

"Brother Xinyu, don't you think she is very beautiful?" The little golden retriever leaned over and asked.

"Really, is she beautiful? Maybe." Jiang Xinyu ate the ice cream with a spoon, completely ignored it, and said something along the lines of Mao.

"Oh! Are you blind! Who is beautiful if she is not beautiful!?"

"jocker." Huang Taijing finally couldn't help watching his outrageous way of eating, and the venomous tongue of the cleanliness demon broke out, "It's too barbaric, let me bother you, eat it slowly for me." He held a pink spoon , the action is very beautiful.

"So what." Fan Haoran picked up a piece of puff and stuffed it in one gulp. The eyes that met Huang Taijing did not fluctuate at all. Swallowing the puffs whole, raised eyebrows in disapproval, "Do you want to fight?"

Being provoked, the demon king Huang Taijing immediately hugged his chest in displeasure and prepared to bombard this stupid mortal.

"Jocker, what about you, do you like uhey? You are also a man, how about a woman like uhey?" Jeremy immediately asked while biting his spoon.

"I don't like it." He took a sip of the water in the glass and took out a piece of paper to wipe his fingers.The man with sharp features snorted, as if being asked a stupid question, "Although that kind of woman is quite cute, I like men."

Jereny was immediately dumbfounded, not expecting to get such an answer at all.He tremblingly raised his finger like a robot with poor wiring and pointed at the man opposite, "You, you..."

"Huh? What's the matter." Looking over innocently, Fan Haoran threw away the tissue in his hand, twisted the knuckles on his neck, then stood up, looked down condescendingly, but smiled gently enough, "Do you want to fight?" The teeth flashed coldly.

The little golden-haired monkey felt that the cold wind was passing through, and immediately shook his head violently.

With the daily practice and mutual running-in, the practice progress of the music festival is still very satisfactory.For Fan Haoran, who appeared as a new member, the company attached great importance to it after replacing the new boss, and even the naive Jeremy came over.

"Jocker, do you know the new boss, Alain?" His eyes were round and big, and he looked like a child.

"I don't know." Smiling and stroking his fluffy golden hair, Fan Haoran took out the phone that was ringing desperately, "Hello."

"Dear brother, let's have dinner together." Alain chanted French on the phone, "I haven't had dinner with you since I came to Korea."

"Is that all?" Fan Haoran pushed Jeremy's head out of his arms, but this child was really difficult to deal with.

As soon as Huang Taijing sent the company out, he saw Jeremy hanging around Jocker's neck like a sloth. He thought of that person's sexuality and felt a little awkward, but he still walked over with a dark face and tore Jeremy off his body.

"If it's just a meal, then forget it." Fan Haoran smiled at Huang Taijing who was suppressing Jeremy, and then changed the phone, "You should be able to feel that I am no longer the person I used to be, Don't transfer your emotions to me. I will give you nothing."

Hearing this, Huang Taijing couldn't help but look at the expressionless man, that indifferent demeanor, like stagnant water in the deep sea, without fluctuations, quiet, meaningless.

"Come out, there is an old friend from the past who wants to see you, I think you are very willing to meet him." After a moment of silence, the phone rang again.

"Give me the address." Fan Haoran hung up the phone after saying the last sentence.