Revenge of the Reborn Boss

Song Huailan was not a bad person in the traditional sense, but he was definitely not a good person either. It would be more appropriate to use a villain, just by how he treated Zhao Yu's deep affection.However, I don't blame him, after all, he is so absorbed in revenge plans that he can't comprehend many things at all.

In fact, Song Huailan still felt a little guilty. Zhao Yu treated him very well during the period of rebirth. Except for the arrogance and domineering child at the beginning, he behaved well afterwards. Song Huailan didn't want to get into the reason why. It is moving.

But for him now, being able to get close to his enemies is an imminent matter.In his heart, Zhao Xi was the instigator of everything, he was the one who encouraged Wen Ruoxi, and he was the one who harmed himself with that superficial dewy marriage.Therefore, Zhao Yu's insignificance can be ignored until the end of everything.

"Zhao Yu, young master, thank you for taking care of me. If you want me to continue to be your younger brother, you can let me come back anytime." Zhao Yu hid in the room angrily, and Song Huailan didn't want to make him angry, so she He simply wrote a piece of paper and stuck it outside Zhao Yu's door.Although the last sentence is not sincere, the thanks are true. I hope he will feel relieved after reading it.

Well, Song Huailan raised her head and clenched her fists, thinking silently in her heart: My biggest opponent, here I come.

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What Zhao Xi was thinking, Zhao Yu, who had been with him for more than ten years, would not know. Similarly, Song Huailan, who had been with him for a few months, would not know.

Probably he is a lunatic, crazy, or imbecile!Song Huailan cursed a few words and looked at Zhao Xi's lonely small courtyard hiding behind everyone.Zhao Yu said before that Zhao Xi didn't come back often.It is true that he has a grudge against this family, and he should not be able to live in this bleak backyard.After all, my younger brother was in love with my grandfather in the front yard, while I was hiding alone in the backyard.

"It deserves it." Song Huailan spat, and walked slowly into the two-story room.

As soon as I entered the door, I felt quite gloomy and cold, and the furnishings of the room were extremely ordinary, completely inconsistent with the luxury and grandeur that the Zhao family should have.The room is full of flower pots with various plants, and although the air is purified, it also brings a smell of earth.Where's Zhao Xi?Where did you go?Song Huailan put down the luggage bag in his hand and looked around.

"Eldest young master? Eldest young master?"

Song Huailan tried to keep his voice down as much as possible. He would definitely be careful if he didn't understand the other party's situation.

"Young master?" Song Huailan tried to go upstairs, thinking that if there is no downstairs, there will always be upstairs.

"Stop." The voice was neither high nor low, with a sense of laziness, but it contained an absolute warning.Song Huailan was shocked, it was Zhao Xi!Is he downstairs?Why didn't I notice it just now.

"Sorry, I thought you were upstairs." Song Huailan took back his steps and looked towards the source of the sound.

Zhao Xi sat in a dark corner, which happened to be the blind spot of the sun. Song Huailan ignored it at first, because he never thought that Zhao Xi would sit there.It's dark, wet and scary like a ghost.Song Huailan thought about it, and suddenly shivered.

"Do you know why I want you?" Zhao Xi said slowly, accompanied by a rustling sound.

A very familiar voice, as if... is it drawing a sketch?Song Huailan took a few steps forward and walked to Zhao Xi's side.Sure enough, there was a drawing board in front of Zhao Xi, but the light was too dark to see what he was drawing.

Sketches seem to have a contrast between light and dark. Zhao Xi draws like this, except for making his work darker and darker, there seems to be no other possibility, weirdo.

"Didn't hear me talking?" Zhao Xi stopped in dissatisfaction, and the slow sound of rubbing paper suddenly stopped.The surroundings seemed extremely silent, and the tense atmosphere gradually spread.

"Oh, I heard. I don't know why you want me." Song Huailan withdrew his eyes and looked towards the light.He was not afraid of the dark, but he didn't like that feeling at all, like seeing a wet moss on the ground, although it was green, he felt uncomfortable.

"Zhao Yu, I have fought a lot with him since I was a child, and you are the first." Zhao Xi used a pencil to draw gestures on the paper, and then continued to paint. The three voices broke through, and Song Huailan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

first one, first what?Song Huailan frowned.Zhao Xi was too domineering and cold, the moment of silence just now made him almost breathless.Why didn't he find out before, only when he was a harmless wild fox, it turned out that he was the real acting school.

"I'm not a good brother. Seeing him in so much pain makes me feel good. I don't care what you are, as long as it can make him sad." Zhao Xi laughed a few times, put the pencil on the paper repeatedly Back and forth a few times.

"..." Song Huailan was speechless for a while, is he proud of his tone?

"He should have told you, it's fine, just don't mess with me, right?"

"Yes."

"Well, you have to be more obedient." Zhao Xi laughed a few times, put the pen in his hand aside, got up, and walked to the gate: "This room is too dark, you probably won't get used to it, so it's better to open the door." light."

Suddenly, the whole room was brightly lit.This room, even in broad daylight, exudes a gloomy atmosphere, just like this person in front of him, who refuses to believe anyone.Song Huailan told himself that there was no simple way to deal with him, let alone rush, he had to wait patiently until Zhao Xi lost his guard.

"I don't live in this room very much. Just take a look, and then leave." Zhao Xi stretched his waist, looked at the sketch he drew with a half-smile, and said, "This painting was drawn a long time ago. If I have time to finish him, I really have to thank my brother...and you."

Song Huailan involuntarily followed his gaze and was shocked.The messy lines, clusters, clusters, are like a bunch of crazy flames, which will catch fire if you are not careful.

"How is the painting?" Zhao Xi smiled, and there was still the strange look before, and at this moment he was like a boy in the sun, smiling without any intention.He seemed satisfied with his painting and was eager to be rewarded.

So Song Huailan also said according to his heart: "The painting is good."

"Did you draw well?" Zhao Xi rolled his eyes and raised his voice a little.

It's too bad, it really didn't make sense.Song Huailan really wanted to look up to the sky and shout, oh my god, why on earth did I meet this pervert!After crying out in pain, Song Huailan bit the bullet and said seriously: "It's very emotional, very emotional. Although I don't know what you are painting, I think it must be something deep in your heart...it is really like a bunch of flames."

"Oh, is it?" Zhao Xi clapped his hands, walked to his painting, and said, "Like a flame? Where is the flame? Did it come from hell?"

"..."

Zhao Xi scratched his lips, tore off the painting, and shattered it: "I don't need to reveal my intentions, let alone let others see what's on my mind."

Neuropathy!You can act alone!Song Huailan finally got used to his madness, and looked aside indifferently.Things have come to this, no matter whether you are crazy or not, I will make your life worse than death.

"Very good." Zhao Xi was satisfied with Song Huailan's calmness, "Come with me, I don't live here, no matter how much I show weakness to that old thing, I won't come back here."

"Okay." Song Huailan followed him out carrying the bag.

All the way out of the gate of the Zhao family, Zhao Xi suddenly turned his head outside the door, looked at the high wall, and said: "My poor brother must still be sad, tsk tsk... Even if he can make money again, so what, he is still mentally Incomplete, naive can."

Song Huailan thought to himself, mentally incomplete, it is more appropriate to send you the original words.

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