Psychic

Bai Ma didn’t expect that he had just met Van Gogh who was sitting slowly in the car as soon as he arrived in the community. He stopped by the road immediately, his eyes fixed on the youth’s face, which seemed fairer and more handsome, and his throat became dry.

Yes, he is nervous because he does not know what price he will pay for this visit. There has never been a free lunch in the world. You have to pay the same, or even higher price, for what you want. Just as parents found Bai Lin to be his lifeblood, what they lost was their lives and nearly one tenth of the wealth of the Bai family.

Van Gaalo is a very mysterious person with a very uncertain mind, so what will he ask for? The white curtain could not guess, so he brought all he could bring. Money is naturally the cheapest for him, followed by contacts, resources and human relations.

At the same time, a secret and deep concern worried him, which made him toss and turn, anxious. What if Van Gogh does not need these things? What if he is more greedy and poisonous than Bai Lin? What if he wanted his freedom, life and even his soul? Can he afford such a transaction? Can you refuse? You know, Bai Lin is just an ordinary person who can push him into desperation, but Vangallo’s ability is unpredictable. There are too many facts he can do to him!

On the way, the white curtain’s brain has been thinking about these issues. Don’t blame him for thinking too hard, it is because the world is far darker than what people see. But for the continuation of the family, for the benefit of the tens of thousands of employees under it, and for themselves, this time, the white curtain had to come.

Seeing that Van Gaal got out of the car and was saying goodbye to the driver, he involuntarily stepped back a few steps and asked himself again-was your decision correct? Will not repeat the same mistakes? Won’t he bring another Bai Lin to his side, and then fall into a more tragic water depth?

When the white curtain hesitated and struggling, Zhao Wenyan was looking at him curiously, and could not help secretly guessing his intention. It should have come to Van Gogh, because this person’s fate seems a little strange. After leaving his foster brother, he has been constantly unlucky. All kinds of bizarre encounters have already become businessmen’s talks after dinner.

But I don’t know why recently, he suddenly changed his life, overseas branches suddenly dug into an inexhaustible oil field, domestic companies also reversed their reputation, and the stock price soared. His foster brother was ruined by him, even selling two companies could not solve the problem, and owed billions of huge debts.

From the precarious to the Jedi counter-attack, the white curtain only took a week. Now everyone is talking about his superb means, but now, Zhao Wenyan seems to understand what. The other party’s unnatural change of life is likely to benefit from the help of Van Gogh.

But he didn’t ask anything, but said sincerely again: “Thank you, without you, I may have committed suicide now. You know, I have no ability to get rid of Su Fengxi’s control, but I have the ability to make this body No longer used by her. “

“Don’t think that way, death is not the end, but the beginning of all suffering.” The smile on Fangalo’s face suddenly faded, and his expression slowly became serious.

Zhao Wenyan panicked and said helplessly: “I’m sorry, I said the wrong thing. No matter how difficult the situation is, I will stick to it because you don’t know when hope will come suddenly.” And you are my hope.

Van Gogh looked deeply into his eyes and suddenly smiled, “You are right, hold on, hope will come.”

Zhao Wenyan couldn’t help but feel relieved when she found that the youth had finally recovered her previous tenderness and harmony. I don’t know why, he is very afraid to make Van Galo unhappy, but this feeling is by no means the same as before, it is controlled by a person’s feelings and thoughts, but completely from his heart and desire.

He desperately hoped to make up for the shortfall to this person.

However, Van Gogh did not feel his mood, or that there was no need to feel it. He leaned back slightly and said goodbye politely.

Zhao Wenyan also wanted to drag him for a few more chats, but he couldn’t find an interesting topic, so he drove away the car in a daze.

Fangallo walked towards the curtain, and found that the other party stepped back nervously, and stood still stiffly, his eyebrows could not help picking slightly, showing a somewhat interesting expression: “Are you afraid? Why?”

The white curtain pursed her dry lips and asked: “Mr. Fan, can we go in and say?”

Fangallo did not intend to invite him to sit in his house. The home had nothing but a bed, a chair and a bathtub. Even if he was disconnected from society, he knew that it was not a place suitable for hospitality. At the moment he appeared, the crickets that had been buzzing and humming in the deep soil of the grass had completely stopped the noise, and the birds flew away from the treetops with their wings, and suddenly the surroundings became dead.

The white curtain still didn’t feel, but the bodyguard responsible for protecting him had begun to look around, and then showed an expression of fear and alertness. This kind of quietness is too counterintuitive. You should know that it is a mountainous area, and the ecological chain has been well protected. It is impossible to be deserted and quiet like a scorched earth. There must be something terrible hidden in a dark place that is indistinguishable to the naked eye.

Van Gaal did not want these people to discover more strange things, so he urged: “We are here to talk, why are you looking for me?”

White curtain involuntarily touched the back of his hand cut by a knife.

Fangalo suddenly realized that he immediately apologized: “I’m sorry, I seem to have squandered too much.” But what did he squander, but he didn’t explain it at all.

The white curtain is about to ask, but Van Gogh spoke again: “These are cash? Do you think it is dangerous to take them through the market? There is a very convenient invention that seems to be called a bank card?”

The white curtain silently said dryly: “I thought you would prefer cash.”

Thinking of the last time he asked the other party for two thousand yuan in cash, Fangallo couldn’t help laughing, and the hearty laughter completely drove away the surrounding silence, and made this early summer night even more refreshing. He waved his hand: “No, I don’t like cash. Mr. Bai seems to have misunderstood something.”

Not only did the white curtain feel unsteady, but his heartstrings were tight and his breath was short. Not wanting money is exactly the worst situation in his vision, because the rest is more precious than money, and it touches the bottom line he has set for himself. If the price Van Gogh asked for was something he couldn’t afford, all his achievements since these days would be destroyed again. He hated this speculative fate, but was powerless to change it.

His pale face fell at the speed visible to the naked eye, and his voice asked hoarsely, “So what do you want?” At the same time, his brain was running fast, trying to find one or two in this negotiation Can be able to get the chips.

Fangalo’s answer made him unable to believe his ears: “Are you going to exchange luck with me? The last two thousand dollars were just a joke, Mr. Bai, in fact, you don’t have to pay me anything.”

“What?” White curtain’s voice was more hoarse, and his throat was tightening.

Fangallo explained with a chuckle: “So tell Mr. Bai-those discarded garbage, after entering the garbage treatment plant, can be turned into waste and become many valuable commodities. Similarly, Mr. Bai regards For me, the bad luck and bad luck of disasters are no different from those of treasures. The two of us actually only need what we need, and we ca n’t talk about who owes whom or who seeks help. ”

The white curtain was silent for a long time before saying incomparably: “Mr. Fan, you can actually tell me nothing. You can actually hold this point and ask me a lot. You know, under the control of fate, I am as good as you are. For a lamb to be slaughtered. “

These words are by no means shrewd, and the most important thing he should do is to immediately agree with Fangallo’s words, and then let him reassure himself once again. However, when he looked at each other’s deep, dark, but extremely bright and clear eyes, he also chose to be honest, because this person deserves such honesty.

“I don’t like the feeling of being manipulated by destiny. No, it’s not that I don’t like it, but hate. If so, why should I treat others in the way I hate the most?” Van Galo asked seriously.

The white curtain was asked-how easy it is to do what you don’t want to do to others. Anyone who has read a book can recite it with open mouth, but how many really do it? And the person in front of him can stick to it when he is the poorest, the most depressed, and the most downed, and stick to this heart …

White curtain’s cheeks slowly changed from pale to crimson. He was ashamed, for his narrowness and darkness.

“I’m sorry, I …” He didn’t finish the sentence, but he was already trapped between the wall and his arms by Vanguard. Van Gaal is only 180 centimeters long. He must look up at him, but he is as powerful as a master.

“Don’t resist!” Van Gogh whispered and opened his thin red lips, slowly approaching the curtain, as if to kiss.

The white curtain was stiff all over, but the heart was faintly hot. He should be struggling, but his body faithfully carried out Vangallo’s orders, not resisting, not retreating.

The bodyguards carrying the lockbox looked dumbfounded and asked silently, “What should we do? Do the patrons in this case need us to protect?” The answer is of course not, so they circled and turned around. .

The white curtain could only watch Fangallo approach slowly. His head was held by this person, his fingers were inserted into his hair, he pressed his scalp gently, and pressed his head down, bringing their lips closer and closer, closer to the inch, closer to the end Breathing and body temperature blend with each other.

“Are you ready?” Van Gogh asked again, his breath reddening the white curtain’s face.

“I’m ready.” The white curtain replied hoarsely, but in fact, he didn’t know what he should prepare. Do you kiss men? He seems to be a straight man, but why can’t he resist?

In the next second, Van Gogh suddenly inhaled deeply, and at the same time, the dark murky air that enveloped the white curtain, invaded the white curtain, and captured the white curtain began to rotate violently and flow rapidly, and then was continuously being fanatic Garona’s nose is a nourishment that enriches his body and strengthens his consciousness.