The actor who turned black and overlord is sweet and flirtatious

"He really said that?" Jiang Mo's eyes flashed violently, he lowered his head and remained silent for a long time, then kicked the table next to him, smashing the things on it to pieces.

He held his breath, and his originally clear eyes were now stained with scarlet and hurt.

Seeing his embarrassed face reflected on the broken tea set on the ground, Jiang Mo laughed at himself.

Zhao Tezhu said cautiously: "Mr. Jiang, Xia Xingchen is really not worth it. You gave Lan Kuo ten points for the Golden Airline case for him. The shareholders will definitely make a fuss if they find out."

"He likes Lan Jinchen so much, but he still doesn't want to save him for the sake of profit. You repent now and hand Xia Xingchen over to Lan Kuo, there is still time."

"Stop talking." Jiang Mo pursed his thin lips, pressed the center of his brows and said, "Xia Xingchen wants Lan Jinchen to come and save him, right? Okay, let's lock him up for a few more days, and don't let him eat for a few days." Don't give him any water, let him wait here for Lan Jinchen to rescue him!"

After speaking, he picked up his coat angrily and left quickly.

Zhao Tezhu watched Jiang Mo's back, looked around for no one, sat back on the sofa, and sent a message to the man on WeChat.

In the dark storage room, Xia Xingchen lay powerlessly on the ground.

His lips were already a little dry from not drinking water for two days, and his empty stomach hurt badly.

However, the most painful place on his body was his wrist.

A few years ago, when he was abroad, he was robbed of money by gangsters when he came back from working at night. He fought with all his might, but they broke his wrist.

At night when he came back from the hospital, Xia Xingchen was lying in front of the writing desk, and Jiang Mo's name was written densely in the diary.

He felt like he couldn't take it any longer.

From that day on, his wrist suffered from the sequelae of soreness at every turn.

Xia Xingchen opened his eyes slightly, looked around the dark room, and remembered what happened when he was five years old.

That year, Uncle Jiang's wife owed a huge debt from gambling and committed suicide due to depression.

He brought 6-year-old Jiang Mo to live in Xia's house and became their servant.

It's really not easy to pay off the debt and raise Jiang Mo at the same time.

6-year-old Jiang Mo has been very sensible since he was a child. He knows that he is dependent on others, never cries and knows how to behave, and often helps his father share the work.

The small attic of the Xia family is the home of the father and son.

One day, Xia Xingchen and Lan Jinchen were playing a game, and accidentally strayed into the basement and locked himself inside.

Few people go to the basement of the Xia family, no matter how much he calls for help, he is ignored.

He can only hope that Lan Jinchen can't find him and tell his parents.

However, Lan Jinchen was called away by a phone call, and after asking the maid to pass a message to Xia Xingchen, he left in a hurry.

Xia Xingchen stayed in that cold basement for a long time.

Just as he huddled into a ball and wept, the basement door was opened.

Jiang Mo was looking at him with a used basketball in his hand.

At that time, Xia Xingchen felt that Jiang Mo was a hero.

Later, Jiang Mo picked up Xia Xingchen who was crying and twitching, and walked out of the basement.She also told him in disgust not to rub her snot on her shoulder.

"Thank you, Brother Jiang Mo."

The crying young master with a red nose hugged Jiang Mo tightly, his face full of grievances.

"Brother Jiang Mo, help me..."

Xia Xingchen struggled to escape a few words, for a moment he couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams...

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With a "bang", the car's siren sounded, and Jiang Mo lowered his head and supported his forehead, his face becoming more and more unhappy.

The owner of the car in front came down, and after looking at the rear of his car, he yelled at Jiang Mo cursingly: "You don't have eyes when driving."

Jiang Mo slid down the car window, looked ahead, and said coldly, "Just tell me how much it costs."

The owner of the car glanced at the back of Jiang Mo's car angrily, and stretched out five fingers, "50w. Otherwise, I'll call the traffic police and let them deal with it."

Jiang Mo glanced at the man lightly, lit a cigarette and said, "Yes."

The owner of the car heard this with excitement on his face, feeling that he had some great luck today and slaughtered a fat sheep.Originally, 5000 yuan could be done, but I got more than 40 yuan for nothing!

Jiang Mo ignored the owner's happy expression, but asked, "How much did you pay for your car?"

The owner was stunned: "This is a new model in 2020, more than 60."

Jiang Mo nodded: "Then I will compensate you 70."

After writing a check and handing it to the car owner, Jiang Mo took off his coat slowly, got out of the car and took out the iron rod from the trunk.

Holding the check, the owner smiled and asked, "What are you doing?"

Jiang Mo held the cigarette in his mouth, and swung the iron rod with both hands. With a loud "bang", the front of the car was smashed into a big hole.

"Fuck, are you crazy?" Hearing the car's horn, the owner turned pale with shock.

"Since you have collected my 70 yuan, the car is mine."

After finishing speaking, before the owner of the car could stop him, Jiang Mo swung the iron rod again and smashed the car to pieces.

After more than ten minutes, the car was scrapped, and half of Jiang Mo's anger disappeared.

The owner of the car shook his lips and looked at Jiang Mo with a pale face.

After returning to the company, the assistant delivered Jiang Mo's lunch to the office.

Looking at the delicate dishes in the lunch box, Jiang Mo asked, "Has Special Assistant Zhao come back?"

"No, after he left the company with you, he never came back."

"I see."

Jiang Mo picked up the chopsticks and took a bite, then threw it down, leaned his head on the back of the chair, closed his eyes and said to himself, "I'm just a bitch."

"Xiao Zhao, buy three meals a day and send them to Xia Xingchen."

"Okay." Zhao Tezhu sneered on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed: "I haven't eaten yet, so how can I care about him?"

After ordering takeaway, he lay on the sofa with a glass of red wine.

The taste of the rich is good, when do you not have to act according to the face of others?

"I don't know if what the old thing promised to me still counts."

"Boom boom boom!"

After hearing the knock on the door, Zhao Tezhu thought it was a takeaway, but who would have known that it was Jiang Mo when the door opened.

"Has he eaten?"

Zhao Tezhu faltered: "I ordered takeaway, but it hasn't been delivered yet."

"En." Jiang Mo walked to the storage room on the second floor, thought for a while and opened the door.

The sudden sunlight woke Xia Xingchen up, looking at Jiang Mo in front of him, his nose felt sour.

Jiang Mo folded his arms with both hands, and was just about to sneer, but Xia Xingchen lay on the ground like a kitten and said:

"Brother Jiang Mo, you're here."

Jiang Mo was stunned.

He lowered his arms and walked forward and squatted down gently: "Can you still walk by yourself?"

Xia Xingchen forced a smile: "It seems possible."

Jiang Mo breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and said, "Come up."

On the stairs, Jiang Mo walked steadily with Xia Xingchen on his back.

"Don't rub your snot on me, or you'll be gone."

Xia Xingchen rested his chin on Jiang Mo's shoulder and said softly, "Okay."