GB: Bai Yueguang is a villain again.

Vincent gradually recovered under the girl's care. Although he was still far from being full of energy, he still had the energy to do various small actions secretly.

For example, picking on the girl.

Seeing him put rats, which were everywhere in the slums, on the dining table again, the girl finally couldn't help but beat him up.

"Just because I live with mice doesn't mean I like them." The girl, who usually had no expression on her face, now had a rare glint of anger in her eyes.

Vincent still smiled and said, "I just wanted to tell you that it crawled onto my bed today."

The girl immediately understood what he meant: Because I'm disgusted, you can't expect to have an easy time either.

In fact, this is just one of the reasons. Vincent’s other purpose is that he wants to see other expressions of the girl besides her expressionless face.

Although the two had never met before, their brain waves were unexpectedly in sync.

He has no mood swings and is cold all day long.

There is always a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he doesn't look like a good person.

But they share a common bad taste.

This made their daily lives extremely chaotic.

Vincent didn't feel like a dependent at all, and he bossed the girl around every day. Although the girl was too lazy to pay attention to him, she would still cause trouble for him when she was annoyed enough.

Two weeks passed like this.

The girl never told Vincent what reward she wanted, so Vincent was no longer in a hurry.

Until the person who came to pick up Vincent arrived.

A group of people wearing black suits and sunglasses stood in front of the door of the shabby little house.

They stood with their hands behind their backs, looking well-trained, with weapons faintly visible at their waists.

A young boy stood at the front and bowed respectfully.

"Chief, I'm late."

"It's okay, my child, thanks to you for finding me." Vincent still had a smiling face, but the girl keenly caught his displeasure.

Only then did he reveal another side of himself that he had not shown before.

Although his face was pale and bloodless, the aura around him created a sharp contrast with it.

The girl didn't wonder how he contacted his people, nor did she say much. She just looked at them calmly.

Vincent tilted his head and looked at her, as if he had just remembered the girl.

"This is your last chance. Have you decided what you want?"

"I want to go with you."

Vincent was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and said, "Welcome." He took the girl's hand like a gentleman and led her to the car at the end of the black suit.

Everyone felt that he was very happy, but only the girl knew that he must be planning some bad ideas in his mind.

In a smooth-running car.

"You agreed to it just like that?" The girl stared at the man's profile suspiciously and spoke softly.

"Of course, after all, you saved me when I was dying." The man opened his dozing eyes and responded to the girl.

They spoke Chinese and were not afraid of being heard by the driver in front, but there was no need to worry about this because the car the man was riding in had special soundproof panels that could isolate the space in front and behind.

"I didn't think you would really agree, so I prepared other wishes." The girl shrugged and said with some regret.

"I'm very happy that you made this request..." He took the girl's hand, kissed her hand, and winked slyly.

"Otherwise I will be in a difficult situation." He completed the second half of the sentence and showed the girl's familiar seductive smile again.

"You don't even ask me why I go back with you?" the girl asked, ignoring his peacock-like behavior.

"Ah? Aren't you asking me to marry you?" Vincent pretended to be surprised, covering his chest with one hand, and speaking in an exaggerated tone.

"You Chinese people like this kind of plot the most, right? Although it's a bit cliché, I would still be happy to do it if it were you," he continued.

The girl's eyes suddenly widened and she looked at the man in horror.

"Stop joking, you're old enough to be my father."

Her expression successfully pleased the man, and he laughed so hard that he fell backwards.

"Hahaha... I was just kidding." He wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes. "Of course I know. It's just that you usually have no expression, so I wanted to scare you."

"Now you look like a lovely girl." He didn't care about the girl's angry look, and continued to talk to himself, "A girl should wear an innocent and cheerful smile every day, with clear emotions of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, instead of being dull and expressionless every day..."

"I'm really sorry." The girl gritted her teeth and resisted the urge to beat him to death. After all, his men were still ahead.

After a few deep breaths, the girl calmed down and began to fight back with an expressionless face. "Uncle is just an uncle. He must not be a good person if he likes to tease little girls so much. He has a lot of things to do normally. If he is so difficult to please, there will definitely be no little girl who will be fooled. After all, uncles are such bad people. If they really get fooled, their eyes must be very bad..."

It was the first time Vincent had heard a girl speak so long.

But then he thought that she said that just to scold him, and he couldn't feel happy.

He had no choice but to cough lightly, pretending not to hear it, and turned his head to avoid embarrassment.

Seeing that he was hiding like a turtle, the girl didn't bother to pay attention to him and just looked at the scenery outside the window.

The glass is bulletproof and one-way. No one outside can see what's going on inside, but people inside can clearly see outside.

It was a scenery the girl had not seen for a long time, and she was unconsciously attracted by the pedestrians, plants, and buildings.

Although he was clean, his faded and torn clothes still looked out of place with his surroundings.

She pursed her lips subconsciously, her eyes becoming more determined.

The car finally stopped in front of a building.

It was so high that it reached the sky, and when the girl looked up, she couldn't even see the top of the building.

"Let someone clean you up first, and someone will bring you to see me later."

The man gave a few simple instructions and left, leaving the girl standing alone at the door sighing.

The one who led the girl into the building was the young man from before. He had a stern face and led the way in front without saying a word.

Probably because he had a higher authority, he was appointed to lead her.

After all, she was assigned to a position close to the 30th floor, which was only a dozen floors away from Vincent's floor on the highest floor.

The girl quietly followed him into the elevator, secretly observing this small, seemingly moving space with her peripheral vision.

With a ding, the door in front of her opened, and a scene that had nothing to do with the hall came into the girl's eyes.

The girl was startled, but quickly calmed down.

I followed the young man closely and watched him open the door of a room.

"This is your room. There are new clothes in it. Once you're ready, someone will take you to see the chief."

After saying these only words to her, he stepped aside to let the girl in, closed the door and left.

The facilities in the room were very high-end, but a girl from the slums wouldn't be so ignorant as to how to use them.

She entered the exquisite bathroom, fiddled with it a few times, and cried out in pain from the scalding hot water.

The "fight" ended only when he came out of the bathroom with his whole body red.

Only after changing into new clothes did the temperature of my body drop a little.

She walked around the room bored, looking at the items in the room curiously.

Two hours later, someone knocked on her door.

She opened the door and found that it was that familiar person again.

The boy didn't expect that his journey would bring him trouble. He wasted almost a whole day for this insignificant person.

So he became even less friendly towards the girl.

He said, "Follow me," and left without looking back.

This time the girl was already familiar with riding the "little cube".

After reaching the top floor and passing through a series of meticulous inspections, they finally arrived at the door at the end.

The heavy metal door was pushed open, and the boy saluted, "Chief."

Vincent sat on the sofa next to the floor-to-ceiling window, lazy and casual.

At this moment, he had changed into new clothes and his hair was particularly fresh, as if he had become a different person.

It can be seen that he is very anxious to clean himself up. After all, it is not easy for such a cocky person to endure in the slums for two weeks.

"Thank you for your hard work, Luca." Vincent waved his hand, signaling him to leave.

"I want to speak to this lady alone."

Luca's eyes widened instantly. "Chief! She..."

"I don't think it's your place to dispute my order." An impatient voice interrupted him.

Luca was stunned for a moment, then restrained his expression, lowered his head and slowly backed away, only staring at the girl with a fierce look before leaving until the door closed again.

Vincent looked at the girl and smiled. "This child is always like this, always worrying. What a sweet burden."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and walked to the desk in the middle of the room, picked up the two crystal goblets on it, and motioned for the girl to take them.

The girl slowly walked towards him, "It's understandable. After all, you are his boss."

"But he is not very obedient sometimes, which bothers me a little." Vincent shook his head helplessly and picked up the opened red wine next to him with one hand.

As the girl took the goblet, scarlet liquid poured out.

For a moment, the only sound in the quiet and empty room was the rich sound of liquids colliding.

"Try it." Vincent raised his glass and took a sip.

Upon hearing this, the girl imitated the man and took a sip.

Sour, spicy, and a hint of sweetness.

This was the only description the girl could think of. If she remembered correctly, this thing should be called red wine.

It tasted like blood and was weird and unpalatable.

Seeing the girl frown slightly, Vincent's smile widened, "How did it feel to drink red wine for the first time?"

"It tastes terrible." The girl said concisely.

"What should I do? You may have to be in contact with it for a long time, so you have to get used to it as soon as possible." He shook his head as if distressed, although it seemed extremely pretentious to the girl.

"I will."

"I believe you." Vincent said seriously, "You should know what your choice means."

"I know."

"Even though I brought you back, if you can't convince the public, then I can't protect you."

Looking at the girl's determined eyes, Vincent raised his eyebrows playfully and asked softly, "Even if it means losing your life, will you persist?"

"I've already thought about it."

The answer was as expected. The girl was the type of person who would stick to her decision until the end. She was really suitable to be driven like a loyal dog.

"Then let's make a break with our past selves. Report to the fourth underground floor tomorrow, my dear... Miss Monica."