Mr. Xu is an attack, he was reborn

After drinking, Du Lin stood by the lake with his waist in the wind, and his coat had already been unbuttoned. When he heard Xu Ao's cold tone, he reacted for a while, but he didn't realize that it was a threat.

Xu Ao took off his gloves and unbuttoned his coat, as if he was about to do something.

Du Lin was amused by the seriousness of the man, he didn't know why he was laughing, but he just thought the man's cold face and cruel words were cute.

He couldn't help it, and while laughing, he took out the cigarette case from his pocket and lit it with his fingers together.

The cigarette was held between his slender fingers, the closer Xu Ao got to him, the more he trembled and couldn't stop laughing.

Xu Ao was afraid that he would choke on water, so he patiently waited for him to finish laughing.

Du Lin laughed enough, lazily approached Xu Ao, and exhaled a puff of smoke: "Xu Sheng, you forgot who is in charge of this land now, and whose name is written on the real estate of Zangyuan Villa, do you think it still has a surname?" Xu?"

He has money and power, but Xu Ao is just an incompetent child of the Xu family.

Even if the sister is Xu Qiong, she has been dead for many years, and it is not Xu Ao's turn to put on airs in front of him.

Xu Ao took off his coat and folded it. Du Lin was still smiling, and even raised his eyebrows and asked him: "You want to beat me? Why do you want to take off your clothes? If you want to beat me, you should sleep with me."

Xu Ao put the coat on the chair by the lake, got up and rolled up the cuffs, the clothes were chosen by the little lover, he didn't want to get dirty.

Du Lin stood where he was, still wanting to make fun of it, when suddenly his eyes blurred, and he was wrapped around the man's gray scarf, and tied it very quickly.

With the cigarette butt still in his hand, he was knocked into the lake by an unsuspecting elbow.

There was a plop.

Du Lin leaned back in a hurry, and sat down into the lake water. The cold lake water soaked from his feet to his waist, instantly chilling his heart.

He woke up suddenly, but his feet were stuck in the mud and he couldn't get out. The place looked shallow, but the bottom was full of lotus mud, which was soft and rotten. When he stepped in, he immediately sank into his thighs and fell down. Jump.

Xu Ao's thin sweater was splashed with mud, he grabbed Du Lin's shoulder in a daze, his eyes were cold and indifferent.

"Du Sheng, I'm asking you something, you should think carefully before answering."

"What the hell do you want to do? Xu Ao, you're done."

Du Lin gritted his teeth, his hair exploded in an instant, and he tried his best to struggle.

Xu Ao pressed his shoulders heavily, and the mud sank to the base of his thighs. He drank alcohol, and his handwriting became weak and hot, not to mention sinking into the cold lake water all of a sudden.

In her previous life, the little lover fled to save Luyou, and was also immersed in the lake in this way, and soaked in this place for a night.

Xu Ao was already sick and hospitalized at that time. After learning about this, he took the initiative to find Chen Zhihui and an uncle of the same family. He also asked a few acquaintances in the business field to find his little lover.

Zhou Guican was dug out from the lotus pond, half his life was lost, his high fever turned into pneumonia, and he almost failed to be rescued.

At that time Xu Ao's heart beat very fast, much faster than now.

Du Lin was stuck in the mud.Grabbing his arm with terrific strength, his expression was fierce and ruthless.

But he was actually not worried that he would die. The anger of being humiliated was more than the fear. He tried hard to stand up from the mud, but was firmly fixed in the lake by those hands.

Du Linqi's eyes were flushed, and he sneered: "Xu Ao, do you think I'll admit it when you use such a **** trick? Let me tell you, if you don't kill me today, you and I won't finish, I'll kill you." The fuck is going to step you in the mud, understand? You're done."

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