Chapter 895 Between Life and Death, Wealth and Honor Stand on Both Sides

The moonlight poured into the room, making the people in the bathroom vague and indistinct, and one could barely see a thin upper body occasionally flashing through the frosted window.

Gao Song has two peaks, a slender neck, and slender and round shoulders. At this moment, she is raising her hands and pulling her long hair behind her head in a twist.

With such movements, the silhouette looks even more beautiful and a little enchanting.

Cui Xian was standing at the door of the room, leaning against the wall, the cigarette that had been burned to the point of failure in his hand was curling up like a mist of smoke, under the light night, that handsome face was a bit hazy.

He seldom smoked, but something seemed to have been imprinted deep in his memory, so that he gradually formed a habit. In the deep of his memory, it did have a calming effect.

two years ago.

Inside an English-style villa in San Francisco.

"You want to be in charge of the channel to country Z?" Zhou Hongxiang's complexion was gloomy, a pair of eagle-like sharp eyes mixed with incomparably dark eyes, just looked at him steadily.

No one can bear Zhou Hongxiang's scrutiny.

So much so that after listening to Zhou Hongxiang's shallow questioning, the big men in black standing behind the other party showed more or less mocking expressions on their faces.

On the opposite side of Zhou Hongxiang, a 19-year-old boy has a straight figure, a straight waist, and a white dress that is more snowy, making his face clear and clean.

"It seems that their hearts are too anxious." Zhou Hongxiang raised his hand slowly, bringing the teacup to his lips, "At least I want you to stay by my side for a few more years. I'm so eager for success, but the fox tail It's too early."

Cui Xian's pupils shrank slightly, and he said calmly, "I don't understand Mr. Zhou's meaning."

Zhou Hongxiang slowly put a large-caliber pistol on the table in his back, drinking tea with a calm expression, while his subordinates behind him took the gun and went straight to Cui Xian's side, loading it with a grin on his face.

The atmosphere in the room was instantly sharp and tense.

He stood there without moving, allowing the opponent to press the muzzle of the gun tightly to his temple.

"Say! What is the purpose of sending you close to Mr. Zhou!" The man holding the gun put his finger on the trigger.

All eyes in the room were fixed on Cui Xian, who looked from the corner of his eyes, the man was ready to pull the trigger at any moment.

They found out?

"I don't understand what Mr. Zhou means." He continued to repeat quietly, without any fear on his face.

In fact, his body was already tense. If the other party really planned to pull the trigger, then he couldn't sit still.

And once he fights back, his charges will undoubtedly be confirmed.

Zhou Hongxiang put down his teacup, stood up and took another deep look at him, with the corners of his lips curled up and walked away, at the same time he said, "Do it cleanly."

The man with the gun agreed, and looked at the boy under his gun, as if he was looking at a corpse.

Cui Xian clenched his fists tightly, listening to the sound of Zhou Hongxiang's footsteps walking away slowly, while the man beside him had already released the safety, and slowly pulled the trigger with his fingers.

But at this moment, he who wanted to fight back to save himself at the last moment, finally loosened his fists, clinging to both sides of the trouser line, and stood still with his eyes closed.

When the metal click sounded in his ears, his body shook slightly, but his brows did not frown.

The opponent fired.

But there was no bullet in the gun.

In the distance, Zhou Hongxiang's laughter sounded, "In the line between life and death, the rich and the noble stand on both sides! Let Lao Wang take him for half a year!"

Cui Xian opened his eyes, staring fixedly at the front and gasping for breath, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

psychological warfare.

Fighting back to survive today will undoubtedly lead to death. Even if he was really not sent by anyone, Zhou Hongxiang would not be able to hand over such an important channel to a person who is in front of him. He is testing his character.

And if he doesn't fight back, it is also possible that the opponent has already figured out his origin and plans to take his life.

If so, he would have turned into a corpse right now.

"Okay brother! How courageous! Mr. Zhou asked Brother Wang to take you, this is a promise!" The man put down his pistol, patted him on the shoulder and smiled.

"Who is your brother now? His name is Cui Shao." Outside the door, a middle-aged man was slowly stepping in, and said to Cui Xian with a smile, "It is indeed a good seedling, no wonder Mr. Zhou values ​​it. You are Mr. Zhou again You have made great achievements, sir, this is to praise you! If you work hard, your future will be limitless!"

"Brother Wang."

...

The bathroom door opened, and Wei Sheng stepped out barefoot wearing a white shirt of Cui Xian, interrupting his thoughts.

She was holding the two hangers in her hands, on which were the wet clothes, which were her clothes for today. It was already hot here, and it was hard to wear them after sweating, "Where do you hang them?"

"The balcony." He reached out and took the hanger.

Wei Sheng leaned against the door holding his collar, "Tempting or not."

He smiled, "Nice."

After finishing speaking, he took Wei Sheng's hand who was wearing slippers at the door, and led her towards the balcony, passing by Rong Xiaoshan lying on the ground, the two of them had just moved out of the toilet, and they had already found their bedding Lay it on the ground, he will probably sleep all night here tonight.

As for the other room, it has already been occupied by Ge Jingqiu, Tian Quanquan and Ruan Zhiqi.

Wei Sheng stared at the cigarette butt in his hand, "Are you smoking?"

He snuffed out the cigarette in the ashtray in the living room, "I seldom smoke it."

Wei Sheng couldn't help pursing his lips, not knowing how much he had missed.

She smiled, took a step behind, and jumped onto his back. Cui Xian held two hangers in one hand, so he had to turn around and hook her thigh with the other hand, and put him on his back. She hugged him His neck rested his chin on his shoulders, "I really want to grow here."

While unlocking the French windows, he asked with a smile, "Is it taking root on my back?"

"OK?"

"it is good."

He carried her to the yard and hung the clothes hanger on the clothesline above his head.

Wei Sheng rubbed upwards, resting his chin on the top of his head, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, the corners of his lips slowly curled into a faint but extremely warm smile, and the smile around his shoulders and neck The arms are also tightened a little.

Thinking of the embarrassing thing tonight, her index finger in front of him couldn't help drawing circles on his chest.

"You're going to strangle me." He raised his head and interrupted Wei Sheng's charming moment.

She raised her eyebrows, then suddenly lowered her head and said, "Why don't you lend me another pair of pants, bare legs are quite uncomfortable."

He laughed, "You can't wear my pants."

She leaned into his ear and said, "Then what should I do?"

He smiled, and looked sideways at her face, "Make do with it overnight, and dry it tomorrow morning."

She bit his earlobe, "I don't want to make do..."

The man's body was obviously tense, and he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What... do you want to do?"