Demon director, billions of dollars dote on little boyfriend

Staring blankly at the person in front of him, Yuze just shook his head habitually, and even answered without thinking, "I don't care."

Slightly frowning, Bai Xuesong sighed to himself, patiently reassuring, "I care. At least let him live for now. Don't worry, I won't let him appear in front of you again. These things are not suitable for you." Ze held the gun in his hand.

Feeling the sudden emptiness in his hands, Yuze suddenly remembered the death of Yuhua and Gu Xinhui. After thinking about it, he found that his hands were shaking uncontrollably. Looking at Bai Xuesong, he couldn't suppress the trembling voice when he spoke. "you saw it?"

Words cannot describe Yuze's expression at this moment, afraid?Panic?Still timid?In short, there is only one thing, he is afraid now, but what is he afraid of?

Putting his hand lightly on his shoulder, Bai Xuesong tried to give him a sense of security, "Okay, Yuze, it's all right."

Touched by his touch, Yuze felt even more frightened, pushed Bai Xuesong away, and gradually backed away.

His heart was complicated and tense, why did Bai Xuesong appear, why did he see him like this, Yuze thought that as long as he concealed the unbearable past, Bai Xuesong would never find out, but now, he not only discovered but also saw him Such a bloodthirsty scene, he said, he hates others lying to him, he said, let himself not lie to him, but he violated his words, what should we do?Will he hate him?He will definitely hate it, just like the moment he handed over such a dirty Yuze to him, the depth of his joy is the depth of his loathing for himself.

Seeing Yuze immersed in his own world and the slight changes on his face, Bai Xuesong actually had a bad feeling, walked over and hugged him, patted his back as much as possible to comfort him, "Okay, Yuze, calm down."

As if he didn't hear his words, Yuze pushed Bai Xuesong away again, opened his bloodshot eyes and shouted loudly, "Why did you show up, everything is perfect, and everything will end soon, why? If you want to show up, everyone can see me like this, but you can't, please, leave." As he said, tears kept streaming from his eyes. If Yuhua's tears were sad when he died, then now , His tears are hysteria and despair.

Rao Bai Xuesong, who was already mentally prepared, still couldn't digest the scene of seeing the other party again. He still didn't understand why he was so attractive to him and made him love him so humblely. Hugging him, Bai Xuesong's tone became more gentle, making his love words more sincere, "I love you, no matter what you become, I love you alone, past, present, future, No matter how it changes, as long as it is you Yuze, as long as your soul loves me forever, then I will never despise you."

When the words fell, what answered him was endless silence, and Yuze didn't respond for a long time, thinking that he had calmed down, Bai Xuesong let go of his hands, but he closed his eyes tightly and fell asleep at some point.

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There was another smell of disinfectant, still in front of the hospital bed, Bai Xuesong looked at the sleeping person on the bed with gentle eyes, but his heart was still palpitating, if he hadn't gone by himself, Yu Ze would have killed Liu Zongcheng, once If you kill him, then what awaits him is more than just chasing and killing him. Maybe at that time, no matter the underworld or the white way, he will be unable to live or die. Even if he has a mercenary guardian like an iron wall, how can he stand with a country for a long time? Black and white forces contend.

The moment Bai Xuesong heard Yuze's story, he wondered why Yuze never thought of assassinating Liu Zongcheng. Even if he didn't succeed, at least it was safer than confronting him face to face. However, when he saw Gu Xinhui died in his hands, When Yuhua's blood splattered on his cheeks, he finally understood that what Yuze wanted might not be someone's life, what he wanted was the remorseful faces of those who bullied him, and what he wanted was just A home that a normal person would want, even though he didn't have it until his parents died.

'Squeak~' While thinking about it, the door of the ward suddenly opened, and Freeman came in who was already refreshed.

Walking to Bai Xuesong's side and following his gaze to look at Yu Ze, after a long while, he suddenly said, with an unclear tone, "Is it worth doing this?"

Bending down to touch Yuze's fair cheek, Bai Xuesong's cold voice replied without hesitation, "If it's for him, it's worth it."

Even though she knew that the other party might give such an answer, when she really heard the answer, Freeman was still startled, and wanted to say something, but found that Bai Xuesong's clear eyes were full of something she had never seen before. serious.

Sighing from the bottom of her heart, Freeman knew that maybe in this life, no outsider would be able to intervene between them. No matter the result was good or bad, they had become another indispensable life for both of them.

Not looking at the two of them anymore, Freeman turned around and walked out of the room, but said again the moment the door was opened, but this time the voice was relaxed, "Master, I wish you all, I will still help you if needed. "

As he spoke, he stepped out of the room, but when the door closed again, he heard Bai Xuesong's soft voice, "Freeman, thank you!"

As soon as these words were said, the door was tightly closed, and Freeman, staring at the locked door in astonishment, smiled wryly, and muttered to herself in an unreadable voice, "What I wanted was never your thank you, my young master"

During the day, no one came to the hospital except Freeman who visited Yuze. In the evening, Bai Xuesong, who still refused to leave, felt a little impatient. The doctor said that Yuze was just too weak and fell asleep, but I've been sleeping for a day and a night and I don't see him waking up. Is it too long?

Standing up, I wanted to go to the doctor to ask again, but the moment I got up, I felt the vibration of the mobile phone in my clothes.

Taking out the phone and looking at it, Bai Xuesong frowned impatiently but still picked it up.

"What's the matter?" The tone was as domineering and cold as ever.

... Hearing the other party's voice, the person on the other end of the phone shuddered obviously, but still asked cautiously, "Director, where did you and Yuze go? The judges of the competition just sent news that it was the topic of the semi-finals." It's already out, so we want to wait for you to come back and go together."

Hearing this, Bai Xuesong's heart suddenly calmed down, and his tone was serious, "Lin Lu, Yu Ze and I won't be able to come back for the time being, so you are fully responsible for this competition. In addition."

...Listen, Lin Lu didn't understand why, and then asked, "What else?"

Lightly closing his eyelids, Bai Xuesong pondered for a moment before slowly answering, "It's nothing, if we don't come back in time, just do what you need to do, come on."

...Slightly stunned, although it was an ordinary sentence, this was the first time I heard Bai Xuesong's encouragement, even though she knew that the other party could not see, she still nodded fiercely, and her tone was full of confidence, "Don't worry, if the three of you are together It would be too embarrassing if you can't get even one trophy back, director, so be it. Goodbye." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.

Putting away the phone, Bai Xuesong looked at the black curtain falling outside the window in a blink of an eye and whispered the words that he hadn't said just now, "Also, thank you for waiting for Yuze"

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Fiery applause, embracing crowds, France, there is no one idle in the Monconsei stadium, this is the main reason why the Sino-French competition has become more and more famous in the past [-] years, a mere fashion design competition can attract tens of thousands of spectators , then what reason can stop the development of this game?And that's just the semifinals.

Standing in the middle of the stage, the three of Lin Lu were all nervous. Although they had heard that this competition would attract a lot of attention, they did not expect it to be so much. It is no exaggeration to say that they felt as if they were standing here. The meaning of the Olympic Games.

"Ladies and gentlemen, everyone is welcome to come and watch the semi-finals of our No.12 China-French Competition. Today, eighty outstanding designers who have been screened out will bring us their incomparable gorgeous designs. As well as their inner "paranoid" conception, this is a concept of beauty, and this is even more of an obsession with beauty. Now, please let us expect these elites to show their strength beyond imagination with warm applause."

Ma Di's impassioned words were followed by applause one after another, and his voice became more passionate when the applause came to the end, "Now, let me introduce the senior judges of this semi-final. First of all, we are the most famous judges in the fashion design industry. Master Pierre who designed the art magician"

During the introduction, bursts of applause resounded throughout the gymnasium, making the stadium's popularity reach an unprecedented state.

"Finally, there is the French aristocrat in the design world of our new generation who has the strength to rival countless masters, Churchill Martin."

As soon as this sentence fell, there was an upsurge, and there were endless whispers and praises.

Among the audience seats, there are two out of place figures. One is wearing a white casual shirt with buttons that only reach to the chest, exposing copper-colored chest muscles, which looks attractive. The other is only wearing a simple black T-shirt, but the black is His skin was strangely fair and shiny.

Hearing the warm applause at the scene, and then looking at the judges' seats, the man in the shirt suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, and his tone seemed a little shady, "Churchill Madan, looks pretty good, and the name of your son is also suitable, what do you think? "As he spoke, he glanced at the person beside him with a vague look from the corner of his eyes.

Answering his words, the man in the black T-shirt withdrew his expression and said seriously, "It's really good, but it's just good."

Surprised by his answer, the eyes of the man who asked the question suddenly became playful, and then he chuckled even more, "Your evaluation is really hurtful, at least you used to be" as he said, his tone and expression were even more ambiguous, making the wearer The man in the black t-shirt couldn't help frowning.