[MTL, BL] The Villain Slaps The Protagonist's Halo

1.13

In Paris, Huo Qing looked at the photo that Wang Zong had just sent on the computer screen with a gloomy expression, and his eyes flashed with sharp, blade-like light.

The scene in the photo is very chaotic. It can be seen that it is a private bar. The obscene atmosphere formed by chaotic naked figures and torn clothes on the floor almost rushes out of the computer screen. None of the figures inside showed up, except for a teenager with glasses, who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, with immature features, and with some confusion and anxiety, he was pushed on the sofa by a shirtless man.

That's how his young Su Su looked. He was given medicine by a group of men and tore off his clothes. He was deliriously taken countless dirty photos. Afterwards, these unsightly photos were even sent to his stepfather Jiang Zhaolin's office. On the table.

Anna didn't know about this, it was Jiang Zhaolin who arranged for Yan Su to drop out of school and called him into the study for two hours. Jiang Yang almost broke his arm when he was about to take the college entrance examination in order to save Yan Su. Coupled with these disgusting photos, one can imagine how Jiang Zhaolin yelled at Yan Su during those two hours. After all, he was just an insignificant stepson.

This was a heavy blow and shame to Su Sulai, who was still a child at the time. Huo Qingguang was heartbroken after thinking about it.

"Find all these people, including Jiang He." Huo Qing's uncontrollable anger mixed into his tone.

"Yes, boss, I'm already doing it." Wang Zongying on the phone said.

Huo Qing hung up the call and looked at these photos silently. At this time, his whole brain was boiling, but his eyes were cold, with a terrifying murderous intent.

At noon, Nie Jia had lunch with a bloodless face, and then attended a seminar at the invitation of the General Hospital. He had no interest in this kind of outdated medical care in the ordinary world. He was just looking for something for himself.

It was night when the seminar ended. Nie Jia was in a bad spirit. After coming back, he went to bathe on the bed without eating dinner, like a salted fish that had lost his dream.

He was in a bad mood, and the system was worried that his stomachache in the morning would be automatically blocked by Nie Jia and yelled for him to go to dinner.

He wrapped himself into a spring roll and fell asleep.

I don't know how long Nie Jia was awakened by a string of rustling footsteps. He was confused and remembered that his door lock was broken by Jiang He during the day and before he had time to repair it, anyone could enter and leave his room. Maybe it's Anna... Nie Jia was thinking about it unconsciously, and felt a piece of it sinking around him, and then the warm palm lightly landed on his head.

He woke up suddenly, opened the quilt abruptly, sat up, and looked at the people next to him with some disbelief.

"I woke you up?" Huo Qing stared at Nie Jia's slightly sluggish and handsome face with unparalleled tenderness in his eyes.

Nie Jia is like a little animal with nowhere to escape, with her ears drooping, somewhat cautious and somewhat pleasantly surprised: "Why do you... don't you come back in a few days?"

"I think you can't take it anymore, just advance. I'm back." Huo Qing took Nie Jia's hand and gently kissed the inside of his wrist, then pulled the person into his arms and hugged gently.

Nie Jia glanced at the time. At ten o'clock in the evening, it would take about twelve hours from Feiyue City in Paris. That is to say, Huo Qing rushed back immediately after their video was over in the morning...