Cannon fodder stand-in is a black belly

blessing--

Shen Fuli looked at Lemuel for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand to ruffle his hair, and sighed: "It seems that the illness is not clear."

"Come here." With scarlet eyes, Lemuel straightened up to grab Shen Fuli, but Shen Fuli gently pushed him back.

Shen Fuli looked at Lemuir solemnly with a mournful expression, and changed into a serious voice: "Speaking of business, you are sick and need to be cured."

Lemuel looked at Shen Fuli's appearance in the meeting room. Although he was wearing a nightgown, it didn't hurt his arrogance at all, and the boiling blood in his body also became cold.

Lemuel: "..."

With one hand on his hips and one hand rubbing his chin, Shen Fuli said slowly: "However, it is estimated that the disease is terminally ill and there is no cure."

Lemuel looked at Shen Fuli, a little confused.

Desires come and go quickly.

He got up from the bed, stood beside Shen Fuli, and looked down at this person who seemed to be able to control his desires.

Although Shen Fuli was wearing a nightgown, from the casual standing posture to the expression on the face to the eyes, there was no trace of sharpness. It was obvious that the whole person looked soft, especially the delicate face, which was soft. Soft, even with a little immature baby fat, it should be very fragile compared with the tall and fearful Lemuir with a bit of bloodthirsty and coldness at the moment.

But for some reason, it gives people a kind of ubiquitous strength and cold sharpness. Even if there is a pervert here at the moment, looking at such Shen Fuli, all the charming thoughts will disappear without a trace.

At this moment, Shen Fuli feels like the king of beasts, maybe you are still daring to think about how to hug him, but he must be thinking about how to tear you apart with sharp claws.

Just like when a male lion met a lioness and wanted to court, unexpectedly, the lioness turned into a male lion and emitted domineering pheromones. They were not on the same channel at all, which made people feel confused.And obviously, survival is above desire.Then, the atmosphere will only be dominated by him.

All the restlessness is gone.

These are all mysterious things, no, maybe...

Lemuel looked at Shen Fuli.

The person in front of him is simply a master who is proficient in psychology and manipulating people's hearts.Even, proficient in hypnosis.Now, some hypnotic techniques are used, but there is no deliberateness or ingenuity.

Only now did I realize that they were indeed the same kind.

Two heartless people.

One is good at playing mind control, one is influenced by the other.

interesting……

Tonight has been calculated by Shen Fuli from the very beginning, whether it is the seemingly inadvertent every move, or the atmosphere created unconsciously, as long as you face Shen Fuli head-on, you will have nothing to do with charm and desire Can't hit, but just now Shen Fuli turned his back to him, it was a deliberately exposed flaw, like a cat playing with a mouse, now facing each other, everything returned to Shen Fuli's control, all the turmoil disappeared, Not interested.

too frightening.

People who are used to playing with people's hearts, how can they not understand love?

For the first time, Lemuel realized, perhaps, that he had fallen into a trap in the first place.

Looking away from Shen Fuli, Lemuel lowered his eyes, rubbed his wrist, and said coldly: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Afraid?" Shen Fuli looked up at him, sighed leisurely, and patted Lemuel's shoulder, "An antisocial personality like you who is naturally lacking in empathy, but pretends to be a playboy or a normal person , The two hands I have seen can’t count, I’m used to it, and now I can’t be afraid even if I want to.”

Lemuel looked at Shen Fuli, his emerald eyes cast a cold and ruthless gaze.

Shen Fuli waved his hand, yawned indifferently, climbed into the bed, got into the quilt, lay on the pillow and looked at him, "I just filtered all the psychiatrists I know, and found that none of them can be cured You, ask yourself how lucky you are."

Lemuel: "..."

Shen Fuli pulled up the quilt and lay down. Seeing Lemuel standing by the bed with an unpredictable expression, she reached out and patted the bed, "Why, do you want to sleep together?"

Lemuel looked at him silently, and after a while, turned and left.

The sound of footsteps went away and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Shen Fuli yawned big, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

The system couldn't help but said: "Master, you are too powerful, you can get it done after just a few words."

Shen Fuli smiled: "Of course it's more than that."

【what else? 】

[There is also a smell.Humans are animals after all, and one person's impulse towards another is sometimes related to the hormones secreted by himself, and some smells will completely eliminate the impulse. 】

[Understood, so the host, you have been strolling in the garden and woods these days. 】

[Well, I mixed several kinds of flowers and plants to make special small pills, hid them in my hair, and crushed them when I took the opportunity, even if the green beast smelled it, it would wilt instantly. 】

system:"??"

Shen Fuli's face was full of satisfaction after a successful prank: "When it comes to sabotage, no one is more professional than me—"

system:"……"

Then, I suddenly wanted to give Lemuel some wax.

——City S Shen Group Headquarters——

These days, Gou You and the others are extremely busy.

Not for anything else, just because they finally learned that Shen Fuli had been kidnapped and thrown into the sea with torn tickets. The boss ordered that they should see the people if they were alive, and the corpse if they died.

But in the vast sea, where can I find it?

It was already midnight, and there was no news from the search and rescue team. Gou You and Hu Peng looked at each other and looked at the back of the boss by the window.

Shen Yuetang held a cigarette between his fingers and faced out the window.

The eldest has not smoked for a long time, but these days he smokes almost every day.

At this moment, Shen Yuetang, who turned his back to Gou You and the others, closed his eyes and seemed very tired.

Suddenly, his face became extremely terrifying.

But after a while, the expression on his face became a little dumbfounded.

He opened his eyes and looked into the distance, the light in his eyes suddenly became very gentle, and he sighed leisurely.

Gou You couldn't help but said: "Boss, there is news from the search and rescue team that they have searched all over the nearby sea area, and there is no trace at all."

After a while, Shen Yuetang put away the expression on his face, turned around with a tense face, and turned around with deep eyes, with a low and hoarse voice:

"If I can fish him out of the sea once, I can fish him a second time."

He raised his hand, took a deep breath of the cigarette, and exhaled it slowly. His dark eyes were hidden in the smoke, and his deep voice was full of cruelty, sarcasm and paranoia that would not shed tears without seeing the coffin:

"Continue to send more people to search for me."

Shen Yuetang smoked the last cigarette, threw it on the ground and stamped it out, turned around and looked at the lights of Wanjia lights outside the window, and suddenly sneered: "Little bastard, don't let me find you, otherwise..."

Gou You and the others looked at each other.

The boss was stunned.

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Chapter 55

——Cold-blooded animals——

In the garden, on the green grass, Lemuel was sitting at a white round table, blond and blue-eyed, as handsome as a god in Western mythology, wearing a hand-made suit, with a luxurious and restrained temperament, against the backdrop of the magnificent palace behind him, More noble and elegant.

Looking at it from a distance, it is very pleasing to the eye.

Looking closely, those green eyes are dark and cold, making one feel chilly at the first glance.

The servants came over with tea and desserts and placed them on the table. As soon as they approached him, they seemed to be seized by great fear, shivering, and didn't dare to look at him. After serving the tea, they retreated like fleeing.

Those were a pair of emotionless eyes, like a cold wasteland, without a ray of sunlight, filled with blood and darkness.

Lemuel took off his disguise and sat there without warmth, as if he had a world of his own, exuding arrogance and alienation that was high above him, and regarded others as grass and dirt, like a cold-blooded animal.

At this moment, those eyes were staring straight at Shen Fuli who was playing with a violin in front of him, with an unpredictable expression.

The little fox didn't pay much attention to the man-eating palace.

The corners of the raised lips revealed a silent irony, as if saying:

Thank you for being laughed at.

All calculated deterrence has become a bad joke.

Not only was he not frightened, but this guy did not regard himself as an outsider at all, but took the kidnapping as a vacation. He got up early in the morning and dragged him to the collection room, pointing to this violin worth over [-] million yuan and said to him:

"I want this piano."

Straightforward.

Facing Shen Fuli's face, he couldn't bear to do it.

Even if the guy who intimidates him is already a "dead man" outside, and life and death are now in his hands, this guy doesn't have the slightest sense of being a canary in captivity, but is content with himself.

Lemuel stared at Shen Fuli, tapping his fingers on the table.

He couldn't help it.

What the hell.

Finally, under the increasingly horrifying gaze of Lemuir, Shen Fuli picked up the piano, looked at Lemuir with a smile, and spoke without shame:

"I'm going to play the piano. You should be very honored to hear me play."

"Uh..." Lemuel twitched his brows, staring at Shen Fuli, his cold eyes finally failed to penetrate the thick skin that was thicker than the city wall.

The fingers on the table moved, but finally picked up the teacup.

Looking at his hand holding the teacup as if thinking about it, Lemuel twitched the corners of his mouth, his face becoming more and more indifferent.

Shen Fuli didn't care about his reaction at all, and casually walked towards the flowers with the newly acquired priceless toy.

Lemuel put down the teacup, looked at Shen Fuli's cheerful back, stroked the rim of the cup with his slender fingers, and narrowed his eyes.

For Xiao Qisen, what Lemuel coveted was the pure and innocent soul, which made him want to—

Severely, personally stained, dyed black.

Shen Fu