After being teased by a half-breed brother

Lin Luo froze for a moment, then said slowly, "There are two ways, either continue or stop immediately!"

"However, I am inclined to continue. In case you are only temporarily addicted to him, it will disappear after a while." Lin Luo added.

"impossible!"

Liao Zefan shook his head firmly, and yelled at Lin Luo, "I'm sure, I'm very contradictory and in great pain, I always feel like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff, I want to leave, I can't, I want to jump Going down, I can’t take another step, I’m struggling, do you understand?”

Lin Luo, "Brother, I understand, you are losing your mind and heart now."

"fart!"

Liao Zefan yelled at the other end of the phone, "I'm not tempted, I just feel uncomfortable, uncomfortable, do you understand?"

Damn, he yelled, and I yelled too!

Lin Luo also yelled at the person on the other end of the phone, "If you don't care about it, what the hell are you talking about with me? You have two choices now, either continue, Or you fucking get out of here!"

After all, he hung up the phone immediately, not used to his stinking problem!

There was a beep~beep~ sound on the phone, Liao Zefan took it off, and faced the world again, facing the world he was struggling with now~~~

Liao Zefan is rich and handsome, the last thing he needs is affection.

Lin Luo is right, it is better to stop immediately, taking advantage of how deep the poison is.

He looked up at the second floor, the light was still on, he didn't know what he was looking at, maybe he missed a certain bedroom on the second floor of this villa, then he picked up the phone and dialed the assistant's number, let's go, or let's go!

With a last glance out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Gore's business card that had just fallen to the ground. After pinching it for a while, he put it back on the coffee table and placed it next to Gore.

Wandering around this villa for a long time, he finally stopped beside this white Mercedes-Benz. He was smoking a cigarette and just looked at this white Mercedes-Benz until the driver came over.

He put out his cigarette, took out his pen, wrote a check that was one generation more than the previous number, put it in the car, and then looked back at the villa, looking at the balcony on the second floor. At that moment, the figure on the balcony, the old man pulled by the moonlight, his heart was suddenly stabbed by the cool wind, turned around and walked out of here.

On the third day, before dawn, he left.

Before boarding the plane, he called Vincent again, and some follow-up matters needed to be done by Vincent.