The best actor is on the line with a large [Transmigration Book]

Xing Jue pushed him away and ordered with a gloomy expression, "Sit down."

Looks really pissed off.

Jiang Huai sat on the back of the chair and bent the corners of his lips subtly, thinking of something, but he never provoked him again.

The windows on all sides of the car and the front and rear windshields were covered with anti-peeping film. Xing Jue didn't think they would capture anything, but Jiang Huai's attitude made him very annoyed.

Why did Jiang Huai become such a person in his heart?He admitted that when he was in Haishan, he did use some means, but it was also for Jiang Huai, okay?If it wasn't for his name, Jiang Huai's relatives would have come here long ago.

Where is it Jiang Huai's turn to prove to him here?

But Xing Jue has such a personality that he can't express his feelings easily, and will always make a mess of everything.

He thought that Jiang Huai had changed, but in fact nothing had changed.

He was so angry that he stepped on the accelerator, like driving a speeding car, without stopping for a moment.

At this time, the van following him was also very puzzled. They had been following Xing Jue for so long, and they had never seen him drive so fast. Even in the past, even if they found them following, they were still calm and calm, what to do.

This made them believe that Xing Jue was busy and was deliberately avoiding them.

The two people in the car became even more excited. They felt that making a name for themselves was all they needed to do, and they stepped on the gas pedal. In the end, they were chased by a lonely man who watched Xing Jue drive into a villa area in the city, but he was helpless.

A dozen young and strong security guards surrounded them, holding flashlights and shining them through the car window, "What are you doing, who are you looking for?"

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding." The two laughed together, turned the car and left quickly. One of the reporters looked at the photo album of the camera and complained: "How do you write this? But anyone who has Internet at home knows that Xing Jue has money at home. It doesn't make any sense either."

Another man sighed too.

When they received the news that Xing Jue had rushed back to North City overnight from Shanghai, they felt that there was something wrong with their appointment. They squatted in Xing Jue's residential area for a long time, only to learn that Xing Jue's car appeared in the East District, and wandered around for a few hours. It was hard to keep up from the middle.

No idea what happened before.

In these few photos, not even one of Xing Jue's face was captured.

The two sighed at the same time, and said in unison: "Then make it up!"

Area A of Lianshui Villa.

Xing Jue drove in, watched the van behind him being stopped from the rearview mirror, and looked away lightly.

This is his parents' house, and he rarely comes here, but Jiang Huai's instability and the security measures and privacy here make him have to change lanes temporarily.

Especially the crazy boy who drank.

Xing Jue faintly had a premonition that Jiang Huai drank so much just to punish him.

Holding back his anger, he silently recited the Diamond Sutra in his heart, forcing himself to calm down.

After the car parked in the underground garage, he opened the car door without looking at Jiang Huai: "Get out of the car."

Leaning against the car window, Jiang Huai looked around Xing Jue's underground garage thoughtfully, and couldn't help but have deep doubts about the author of this book again.Because this garage is similar to the garage of his family exposed by the media in reality.

He couldn't help thinking about what mentality this black fan had in creating the character of Xing Jue, and how he wrote the story.

However, his gradually drowsy brain made him unable to continue to think, so he could only follow his instinct to walk over and hold Xing Jue's hand, pressing him against the wall on one side.

Xing Jue looked at him expressionlessly, with provocative eyes.

Jiang Huai held his face with one hand, "Xing Jue, look at me."

"I don't want to look." As soon as Xing Jue looked away, Jiang Huai pinched his cheeks on both sides, forcing him to face himself.

Xing Jue was so angry that his kidneys hurt, and he raised his foot to kick him, but he pressed his knee on his leg, and his whole body was against the wall, unable to move.

"Jiang Huai, let go!"

Not only did Jiang Huai not let go, but he even kissed him on the mouth with blurred eyes. Xing Jue glanced at the surveillance camera in the opposite corner, and his earlobe and neck were flushed. What if his father saw it?

Can rush down from upstairs now and break Jiang Huai's leg.

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This is what Jiang Huai really heard. He pinched Xing Jue's face and moved closer: "Why are you blushing?"

He didn't dare to tell Jiang Huai about the surveillance, he estimated that this crazy boy would only get worse.

"Jiang Huai." He bit his lip, and showed the most superb acting skills in so many years of acting, his eyes were foggy, and he seemed to cry when he followed, "You are bullying me."

Jiang Huai looked at him expressionlessly, not knowing what he was thinking.But his tone softened obviously, he propped his palms against the wall behind him, bent down slightly, and looked him straight in the eyes: "Hey, tell me, what did you use to bully you?"