I heard that I look the same as Jin's enemy

Mousse is the most popular fitness trainer in this exclusive club.

Because he has an appearance that is comparable to that of Anidos, the god of plants.

Such a beautiful face, coupled with a voice like the sounds of nature, when you look into his quiet and profound eyes, and listen to his soft voice, you will find that at this moment, even if you sacrifice your life, you are willing.

Relying on his captivating beauty, Mousse managed to escape from the hands of powerful figures who had plans for him, but he often walks by the river without getting his shoes wet.

One day, the benefactor who came to inspect the work saw his face greatly.

The next day, Mousse was invited to the big boss's office. The big boss walked around the desk and walked right in front of him. He looked at his face under the light, his brows were frowning, his face was tense, and his lips were thin. Even more straight line, seems very unhappy.

"Are you a sparring partner?"

"???"

"If you don't speak, I will take it as your default."

"?!!"

Then, Mousse was beaten up, and the opponent's hatred was as deep as the sea, and the momentum was huge.

The tragedy is that for Mousse, the opponent's fists and feet are like a massage, and not showing a comfortable expression is already a great respect for the opponent's physical labor.

Afterwards, the beneficiary tidied up his clothes and threw down a huge check. If it wasn't for his flushed face and the sound of his slightly heavy breathing echoing in the quiet and empty room, it would be impossible to tell that he had just experienced a strenuous exercise. He still looks like a well-dressed abstinence|sex elite.

Holding the check that should be for medical expenses, Mousse shrank his legs awkwardly to cover the parts of his body that were agitated by the friction of his limbs, and his mood was quite complicated.

The young man is full of vigor, and the problem of raising the flag caused by this kind of overly intimate physical communication should be just a momentary impulse. Moreover, the gentleman is not from the same world as him at first glance, and he doesn't know if he will have a chance to see him again.

Thinking of this, Mousse felt a sense of melancholy, as thin and weak as smoke, which seemed to dissipate in the next second, but it actually permeated the space and was everywhere.

The next time we met was two weeks later. When he was invited into the Maybach by the gangsters, Mousse was [-]% calm, but still had a bit of unexplainable expectation.

He recognized those "kidnapping" personnel, who belonged to that gentleman.

As soon as they met, the benefactor directly threw out the nurturing agreement, very straightforward and resolute.

According to its content, it is not so much a nurturing agreement as it is a long-term human flesh sandbag rental agreement. Mousse is responsible for the beatings that come and go, and the sponsor is responsible for providing various favorable conditions, including but not limited to gold threads and career help. , and hit someone.

Clear division of labor and pleasant cooperation.

So, he was taken care of like this?

Holding the agreement in his arms, Mousse returned to the rented house in a trance, sat upright on the beige sofa, his mind was blank, as if he had thought about a lot of miscellaneous things, but he didn't seem to think about anything.

It wasn't until the phone rang that Mousse woke up suddenly. He carefully put down the documents and picked up the phone. It was the supervisor who called and asked him about his leave this afternoon.

After routine conversations such as paying attention to his body, the supervisor hesitated for two seconds, and still told Mousse that the person who asked for leave for him was the assistant of the big boss, implying that the boss treated Mousse differently. If it bothers you, he has some contacts——

"No need!" Mousse interrupted the supervisor's words, with a rapid ending, appearing a little nervous.

"You don't have to worry. It's just helping you avoid the boss. It's not a difficult task." The supervisor misunderstood his nervousness and pretended to be relaxed.

Mousse knew that the supervisor had good intentions, and also understood that this matter was not as simple as the other party said. If he was not careful, the other party might involve himself. It is really very generous to offer help, but!

The gold master really didn't have any interest in him, but he, cough, was a little annoyed by his face.

Out of the self-esteem of the handsome man who liked to see the big guy since he was a child, Mousse didn't say anything about it, but said lightly that the other party had misunderstood, and the big boss just wanted to ask him to be a personal sparring partner, because it was more efficient.

"With someone as good-looking as me, why not get twice the result with half the effort?" Mousse half-jokingly said.

"..." I always felt that something was wrong, but when I thought about Mousse's face, it made sense. The supervisor thought for half a second, and finally ended with "If you need help, you know my phone number".

"Thank you." Mousse replied very solemnly, and he was indeed grateful from the bottom of his heart.

Even if the help from the other party is probably due to his face, but regardless of his own help, no matter what the starting point is, he should be grateful.

On the first day of being adopted, the benefactor did not come to look for Mousse.

On the second day after being adopted, the benefactor did not come to look for Mousse.

……

For No.20, who was taken care of for three days, the benefactor did not come to find Mousse, but the support fee arrived.

In the first month of being adopted, the benefactor still didn't come to see Mousse.

In the first month and nine days of being adopted, the benefactor still didn't come to Mousse.

In the 23rd day of the first month of being fostered, the benefactor still did not come to Mousse, but the fostering fee for the second month arrived on time, a lot of money.

"..."

Mousse stared at the bank notification message on his phone until the light on the phone screen went out, and his face was reflected in darkness, lost in thought, whether the current benefactor was too generous, or he was completely forgotten.

"Jinglebells,jinglebellsJingleallthewayOh what funitistorideinaonehorseopensleigh,hey!"

The cell phone rang suddenly, and Mousse couldn't hold it steady, and the cell phone responded to the call of gravity, and hit his straight nose straightly and mercilessly.

Mousse sat up straight from the sofa and wiped his nose with blood.

"Dashing through the snow, ina one horse opens sleigh, O'erthe fields wego, laughing all the way."

The phone was still ringing tirelessly, and he swiped the answer button with a sore nose, and Mousse casually opened it, while raising his head, frantically looking for a tissue to stop the rushing blood.

The caller was the assistant next to Jin Zhuda, and the other party informed him that the boss wanted him to accompany him, and the car had already arrived downstairs at his house, so he was asked to go downstairs as soon as possible.

@#￥%%*&...%￥#@!

A string of garbled codes flashed across Mousse's brain, and he froze for half a second. He stuffed two balls of paper indiscriminately, turned around in a hurry, and his calf hit the hard corner of the coffee table straight, making a painful muffled sound.

"Are you okay?" the assistant who heard the movement asked.

"I'm fine. I'll be here right away. Wait for me. I'll be fine soon." Mousse replied quickly and calmly. After hanging up the phone, she fell onto the sofa with her calves in her arms, howling silently.

After 5 minutes, Mousse went downstairs after changing clothes, found the vehicle described by the assistant, and got in the car.

The assistant tried his best to look at Mousse's attire as unobtrusively as possible. The wine-red sweater, paired with a black coat and blue jeans, is a standard casual attire, but what's the matter with the black mask?

Sensing the assistant's gaze, Mousse raised his eyes and looked over. Because of his sore nose, his bright phoenix eyes were stained with a layer of water, the water was shining, and the crow-like eyelashes trembled slightly, like roses in the morning.

The assistant who was shocked by the beauty quickly withdrew his eyes and sat in the carriage without squinting. He lived a long life with such beautiful eyes. It's hard for the boss to deal with such a beauty. He is really cruel!

"Why are you wearing a mask?" The patron frowned greatly.

"Then I go to the bathroom to take off the mask?" Mousse suggested cautiously, his voice was so nasal that it was a little vague, he was about to turn around, "Where is the bathroom?"

"Pick it here directly." The gold master ordered coldly.

"Ah? Is it here?" Mousse looked around, lingering on the bodyguards and assistants on both sides for half a second, and then looked at the benefactor with a pitiful look like a puppy.

The benefactor frowned greatly, stared at Mousse for a while, then waved away the other staff, and said, "You can pick it now."

There was no way, Mousse slowly took off the mask, revealing a bright and beautiful face, and a very conspicuous bloody paper ball.

"..."

The gold master coughed lightly, and suppressed his smile. After finally maintaining his ruthless expression, he still couldn't restrain his curiosity, "Won't it affect your breathing?"

"Yes." Mousse looked sadly and helplessly at Jin Zhuda, who was smiling from the corner of his eyes, and said, "So I breathed with my mouth wide open all the way, and others couldn't tell if I had a mask on."

After finishing speaking, Mousse, who was broken and broken, made a bloody mouth.

"Pfft haha!"

Now the gold master really couldn't hold back, he just laughed out loud, how stupid, thinking of the face so similar to that bastard, with such a stupid expression, it's even more funny hahaha!

"..."

Is it so exaggerated?

Mousse pulled out two balls of bloody paper with a numb expression, and watched Jin Zhuda start from laughing with intent and trembling all over, to helping the table with laughter, and finally almost falling off the chair with laughter, and so on, it seems to be true fell off the chair.

"Scared, come and help me, scared, I'm so out of breath." Jin Zhu took a deep breath, pressed his waist with one hand, and pressed the table with the other, trying to sit on the chair again.

Mousse hurried over, too fast, his calf bumped into Huanghuali's desk again, but it was Jin Zhuda who was still under the desk who groaned in pain - he hit his head.

"I'll carry you to the sofa to rest for a while." Mousse bent down, and carefully carried the benefactor out from under the table. The princess hug is an exercise that tests the strength of the waist, and it is especially suitable for showing the boyfriend power of a fitness trainer.

"...Your blood dripped on my face."

"……sorry."

Finally, on the first day of the official start of the foster care work, Mousse and the benefactor lay side by side on the sofa, listening to the doctor's diagnosis with nothing to love.

This story tells us, don't lie down and play with your mobile phone, the consequences can be very serious, and it can lead to the unfinished end of a story every minute, for example,

You look at this.

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