I used online loans to give gifts to the anchor, and he just said "baby"?

The man paused and stepped on the broken glass.

"Get out! Get out!" Luo Mingliu roared.

He raised the bottle to throw it, but when he saw the person looked familiar, he paused and narrowed his eyes to see who it was.

"Young Master Luo, you have such a bad temper." Luo Mingchuan raised the corners of his mouth and smiled playfully, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

A familiar voice entered his ears, and Luo Mingliu sobered up a lot. His eyes were filled with joy, "Brother, it's you."

Luo Mingchuan ignored his disgusting name and walked straight to the leather sofa opposite him and sat down, his vicious eyes falling on Luo Mingliu's open collar.

A familiar red mark stretched from his shoulder and neck to his back.

"Such a fresh and beautiful wound would look really good on you." Luo Mingchuan crossed his arms, revealing a bloodthirsty smile, with indescribable joy.

In the past, whenever Father Luo was angry, such scars would appear on his body the next day.

Now seeing the same scars on Luo's father's favorite son, he was naturally happy.

Luo Mingliu tugged at his collar, a hint of excitement on his drunken face.

His brother praised him for his good looks.

"It's all over my back. Do you want to take a good look?"

As he spoke, his fingers flew and he unbuttoned his shirt without hesitation.

"Splash" the amber-colored wine hit Luo Mingliu's cheek, splashing water.

The wine was like a slap in Luo Mingliu's face, extinguishing the flames of excitement. He closed his eyes and let the wine drip and wet his clothes.

He tilted his head and smiled with a look of enjoyment.

"So you're not here to comfort me, you're here to laugh at me."

"You should have realized this a long time ago."

Luo Mingliu smiled bitterly. Yes, he hated him. Comfort was too much of a luxury for him.

"The Luo family is putting on a show, but without me as an audience member to cheer you on, it's going to be so lonely, don't you think?"

Luo Mingchuan threw down the empty wine glass and raised his eyebrows.

Luo Mingliu buttoned his shirt slowly and shook off the water droplets on his hair.

"He's already pissed off about the auction. If he keeps going, he'll probably die."

"You still have the energy to hit someone, it seems you haven't breathed enough." Luo Mingchuan teased.

After buttoning his shirt, Luo Mingliu returned to his usual dandy appearance. He took a clean wine glass, poured wine into it, and pushed it in front of Luo Mingchuan.

Luo Mingchuan lowered his eyes and took a look, but didn't answer.

"Are you afraid that I will poison you?" Luo Mingliu asked.

Luo Mingchuan looked at him quietly without saying anything.

Luo Mingliu picked up the wine glass and drank it all, then put it down without pouring any more wine.

Even if he poured him a hundred more cups, Luo Mingchuan would not drink his wine.

Before, Luo's father had used his name to do many evil things to Luo Mingchuan.

He must hate him very much.

Thinking about it, he took another big gulp of wine. The wine flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and he wiped it with the back of his hand.

"Luo Xichao is back. What are your plans?" Luo Mingliu asked, putting down his wine glass.

Luo Mingchuan looked at him with interest, a sarcastic smile on his face.

The silence speaks.

Luo Mingliu's pupils shrank slightly, and Luo Mingchuan didn't believe him.

"I will help you, why don't you believe me."

Luo Mingliu blurted out under the influence of alcohol.

"Why? You, the Luo family, are the least qualified to ask this question." Luo Mingchuan stood up, his fox eyes filled with deep hatred, and leaned down.

"Your parents killed my mom. Is that enough of an excuse? Do you think we can still live in peace after this revenge for the murder of my mom?"

"I'm lucky that I didn't kill you all with one blow, haha."

Luo Mingchuan smiled broadly.

The light dazzled Luo Mingliu's eyes and stung them so much that they hurt.

"That incident was a misunderstanding. My aunt was ill and accidentally fell from the building. The medical examiner said she couldn't rule out suicide."

Luo Mingchuan jumped up, grabbed Luo Mingliu's neck, and pushed him down on the black sofa.

There was a raging fire in the fox's eyes, as if it wanted to set the world on fire.

With the force of his fingers, Luo Mingliu's face turned red like a cooked shrimp.

His scarred back was pressed deeply against the sofa, causing a burning pain.