Chapter 1605 You are my belief (17)
Mr. Benson raised his eyebrows.
Without further words, he understood what she meant.
Pausing for a while, he smoked a cigarette unhurriedly and chuckled.
"I just thought, if you can make him unhappy...then I'll be happy."
It's rare to find a little trouble for that arrogant man, he doesn't want to...
Just let go of this good opportunity.
It can arouse his anger, make him anxious, and watch him helpless...
That scene must be very interesting.
Mr. Benson took another puff of his cigarette, and then, slowly, put the cigarette **** in the ashtray and crushed it out.
The spark goes out.
"You don't have to have a psychological burden. I'm not doing this to help you, but to have some fun."
"Don't worry... In this world, there are many people who hate him."
"You count as one...and I count as one."
He stood up and gathered his suit.
Ji Chuchu also stood up and looked at him calmly.
I am more than grateful, but still not lacking in vigilance.
But Benson didn't seem to need her trust either.
He took her hand politely, and gave her a gentleman's hand kiss.
Elegant, without losing the vicious air.
He said: "Good night, Miss Ji."
"I hope you can have a good dream tonight."
He raised his eyes and looked at her meaningfully. Those deep blue eyes seemed to have intoxicating magic power.
But Ji Chuchu didn't respond, instead he withdrew his hand.
Regarding his gentleman's behavior, he didn't say he liked it or disliked it.
Just showed some rejection physiologically.
Mr. Benson smiled, not annoyed.
He casually picked up a black goose down top hat and put it on.
Soon, he left this manor.
The sound of the car's engine gradually faded away, disappearing into the thick night.
Slowly clenched the hanging hand.
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At this moment, on a certain island in country B.
After investigating the man in black all day, Qi Qi stood in the dark.
The leader lowered his head, clasped his hands, and spoke cautiously and respectfully.
"Sir...sir, time is limited, Miss Ji's whereabouts...we still haven't found it."
He didn't look up. Having received professional training since he was a child, he knew—at this time, he must not look up.
Because it is possible that what you are facing when you look up is not the face of the husband, but... the cold muzzle of the gun.
Bullets can kill him instantly.
He lowered his head, because of nervousness, the inner shirt on his back was already wet.
But still dare not move, for fear of offending Mr. even more.
In the dark, the person in the wheelchair did not make a sound.
The cold liquid medicine flowed drop by drop from the infusion tube, and he rubbed the jade plate in his hand, as if his whole body was covered with cold.
Bitter cold.
The air was extremely silent, except for his low coughing sound from time to time.
Somewhat weak.
The doctor on the side wanted to step forward to check, but he stopped him by raising his hand.
The low and hoarse voice fell, like a poisonous snake hissing in the dark night. Even though he was ill, he could still spit out snake letters and shake his fangs.
Lurking, ready to attack at any time.
"Continue to check."
"It doesn't matter if she dies, I want...that child."
He was coughing, his chest rising and falling.
Under the faint light, the cross he was wearing was revealed.
Along with his coughing, he kept shaking.
The cold cross seemed to symbolize his identity—
he is…
God's, believer.
(end of this chapter)