Spirit Boss - 54. Commitment (below)

Wang Xiaoming stood in the corridor, calculating the area of the silver pavilion blankly. He really wanted to make a contribution to the Yinguan, not as a free rice worm, but being given the legendary impossible mission so quickly made him feel very heavy.

Barr said displeased: “Anyone who dares to threaten me! Hmph, when he gets up tomorrow morning, he will find a big hole in his body.”

Wang Xiaoming was startled, “Are you going to kill?”

“A hole in the body must be a murder?” Barr smiled coldly, looking like the face of the villain in the TV series when he was about to frame the protagonist.

Wang Xiaoming thought for a while, “Where do you want to make a hole?”

“What do you say?”

…

Wang Xiaoming thought about it for a long time, and finally found out a safe place, “Will you have a pierced ear?”

Barr: “…”

“Uh, do you want to put it on the nose? Nowadays, nose rings are also very popular.” Wang Xiaoming continued to laugh.

Barr couldn’t help but slapped him on the top of the head continuously, “When will you be able to compete?!” The human stories he had heard were that after the protagonist became strong, he began to retaliate wildly against those who had offended him before, and finally took the world. , To win the surrender of everyone. Why is he still so useless with him in front of him? !

Wang Xiaoming was dizzy when he was photographed, “I, I am very proud, I will definitely work hard to finish all the work tomorrow! Ouch!”

…

Barr continued slapping silently.

As soon as Xiang Wenxun walked into the dormitory building, he saw Wang Xiaoming standing under the corridor lamp, like a ball, involuntarily tapping up and down.

“Xiao Ming.” Xiang Wenxun blinked, concealing the fatigue in his eyes, showing a faint smile, “Mr. Barr.”

Barr’s hand stopped.

Wang Xiaoming took the opportunity to step back, leaning against the wall, massaging his temples, and greeted dizzyly: “Zong Xiang.”

Xiang Wenxun said: “Is the date going well today?”

It was very smooth before, but the ending was not too satisfactory. Wang Xiaoming was going to complain a little bit, but when it came to his lips, it turned into uncontrollable sweetness, “Yeah.” Barr promised to stay with him in the human world for the rest of his life.

Xiang Wenxun looked at the corners of his mouth that he wanted to pretend to be calm, but couldn’t help but nodded and said, “That’s good.”

“Tao Le… Isn’t Mr. Tao okay?” Wang Xiaoming asked.

Xiang Wenxun rubbed his eyebrows, “Well, it’s out of the danger period.”

“Dangerous period?” Wang Xiaoming was truly taken aback. He thought that Tao Le was just being beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face, but he did not expect to be so serious that he was on the verge of life and death. Seeing Xiang Wenxun’s exhaustion, he caringly said, “Have you eaten yet?”

Xiang Wenxun was stunned. Since the Tao family moved out, no one has paid attention to his meal or not. He quickly returned to his senses, shook his head and said, “Not yet.”

“I’ll give you a bowl of noodles.” Wang Xiaoming, who has always felt that he owes him too much, hopes to be able to help.

“Okay.” He smiled and nodded, and walked towards the dormitory first.

Barr snorted coldly behind Wang Xiaoming: “There are many chefs in the silver hall. Do you want to be troublesome?”

Wang Xiaoming said: “I’m going to be quick.”

…

He hasn’t eaten his noodles yet, so why let Xiang Wenxun eat it first?

The more Barr thought about it, the more upset he became. “Why are you being so kind to him?”

“He is my boss.” Wang Xiaoming’s tone was a little coaxing.

“Smuggler.”

…

Coax fails.

Wang Xiaoming originally planned to go back to the room to get the ingredients, but when he opened the refrigerator in Xiang Wenxun’s dormitory, he found out that Jie Shao had left a lot of food-cooked and raw food, and the kitchen was also full of oil, rice, sauce and vinegar. So he only needs to put those things together and turn them into a bowl.

Xiang Wenxun took advantage of him to cook noodles, quickly went back to the room to take a shower, and changed into casual clothes.

The half-wet bangs fell on his forehead, making him look at least ten years younger, and immediately made Wang Xiaoming feel that he was kind. “Does it suit your appetite?”

Xiang Wenxun smiled and nodded and said, “It’s delicious.” In fact, the taste of noodles is just ordinary, but he has been hungry for too long, so he eats very delicious.

Barr saw Wang Xiaoming’s eyes look at Xiang Wenxun who was eating noodles from time to time, his buttocks seemed to be sticking to the sofa, there was no sign of movement, and his heart became more upset, “The noodles are all cooked, don’t you want to leave?”

“After Mr. Xiang finishes eating, I will clean up the dishes and chopsticks before leaving.” In Wang Xiaoming’s mind, Xiang Wenxun is the rich man who has ten fingers and should be served by someone to eat and drink.

Xiang Wenxun looked up from the bowl, smiled and said, “No, I can just wash it myself.”

Although he said so, Wang Xiaoming still insisted on his own ideas. He continued to sit, and suddenly remembered about Tao Le, “Mr. Xiang, I want to see Mr. Tao tomorrow.” In any case, it is a acquaintance, knowing that the other party has gone through nine deaths and still ignores it. It is always bad. .

Xiang Wenxun had his chopsticks and was a little surprised, “Oh? Why?”

“Patients like people to visit and care about themselves.” Wang Xiaoming paused, “and Shao Jie has just left. I think he needs some comfort.”

“How are you going to comfort him?”

Wang Xiaoming said seriously: “Sorrow and change.”

Xiang Wenxun was’moved’ by his seriousness. “He just got out of the dangerous period, and his situation is not too stable, he is not suitable for visiting the sick, I will convey your comfort.”

Wang Xiaoming nodded, and couldn’t help but curiously asked: “Why on earth did Tao Le get beaten by that Zhang?”

Regarding this matter, Xiang Wenxun didn’t feel the need to hide from him, so he said frankly: “Remember the time you saw Mr. Zhang, he was being beaten?”

“Remember.” It’s almost fresh in my memory.

“The person who beat him was found by Tao Le.”

“Huh?” Wang Xiaoming was taken aback.

Xiang Wenxun said indifferently: “The reason why Jie Shao didn’t have any business directly was because on the one hand, I was not allowed to help him with the following, and on the other hand, Tao Le had beaten all those who had attempted to him. Zhang. I didn’t hear of it because I didn’t have many friends in the silver pavilion. After that, Mr. Zhang entered the same hospital as Tao Le. After learning about it, Tao Le personally found an opportunity to beat him severely. Pause. The two of them are getting stronger and deeper.” He didn’t say that he meant to send Mr. Zhang to the hospital where Tao Le lived. This incident has made him regret that his intestines are all green, so he doesn’t want anyone to know about it.

But these alone are enough for Wang Xiaoming to talk, “Can fighting solve the problem?” How does he feel like a child playing house?

Barr couldn’t help but glanced at him.

Xiang Wenxun smiled bitterly: “No, but I can vent my emotions.”

Wang Xiaoming said, “Will Tao Le fight back again?”

“No.” Xiang Wenxun put down the bowl, “The Tao family has directly reported Mr. Zhang, and will go through the judicial process next.” The judicial process depends on whose background is harder. In this respect, the Tao family will never lose to that upstart Mr. Zhang. Because of this certainty, the Tao family decided to take this move.

“That’s good.” Wang Xiaoming sighed and took the bowl to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Xiang Wenxun knew that he was thinking very purely. In today’s society, such simplicity is not easy, so he did not intend to expose it.

When Wang Xiaoming finished washing the dishes, he turned around, but saw that Xiang Wenxun was not in the living room. He wiped his hands with a rag, then spread it flat on the edge of the stove, and asked Bale: “Where is Mr. Xiang?”

Barr stood in the corridor with his chest, and said coolly, “Bedroom.”

Wang Xiaoming walked over lightly, and he saw Xiang Wenxun standing at the door of the bedroom, with the light of the living room shining on his back, lonely and vicissitudes of life, as if to melt into the deep darkness.

As soon as Wang Xiaoming wanted to speak, he heard the sound of knocks coming from the bedroom. Just like what he and Baal heard this afternoon, it was especially clear in the quiet night.

“The first time I found out that he could move was when I was helping him wipe his body.” Xiang Wenxun’s voice was hoarse.

Wang Xiaoming walked two steps forward, and stood with him at the door of the bedroom, looking at the coffin that stopped by the bed.

“My first reaction was not to be happy, but to be frightened.” Xiang Wenxun laughed at himself, “because I was afraid that he would wake up as the blood-sucking monster that Mr. Barr said, even his brother would not let go. So I bought it immediately. A coffin, a very strong coffin, locked him inside with the largest, thickest and strongest lock.”

“I’m telling the truth.” Barr answered from the side. “He is indeed a vampire monster right now.”

“My brother followed my parents to the United States since he was a child, and only came back a few times a year, but our relationship has always been very good.” Xiang Wenxun’s voice is like a gurgling stream, sadness, self-blame, fear and expectation are carried in the stream. , Flowing unhurriedly, “So, Wang Xiaoming. No matter what Mr. Barr wants or what price I pay, please let him wake up. Human beings or vampires, as long as they are still my brother. .”

Wang Xiaoming almost shed tears, because he knew how strong Xiang Wenxun was and how deeply he pretended to be. He turned to look at Barr, his eyes begging.

Barr pressed his tongue against the inner wall of his cheek and said lightly: “As long as my body recovers, I will help him find a vampire who can rescue his brother.”

Wang Xiaoming conveyed this.

Thank you Xiang Wenxun.

They all know that this sentence can only be regarded as comfort at this time.

咚咚.

The knocking sound suddenly got sicker and sicker.

Barr looked at the clock. “It’s almost midnight.” He suddenly stretched out his hand and closed his five fingers.

A figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the bedroom, covering half of the bedroom window.

Wang Xiaoming almost exclaimed. He covered his mouth and squinted his eyes for a long time before discovering that it was Xiang Wenjie. His face was pale and his head hung down, like a hanged corpse.

“Ajie.” Xiang Wenxun stepped forward impulsively.

Hearing the call, Xiang Wenjie slowly raised his head. With the corridor lamp and moonlight, he could see that his eyes were red and white, and his pupils were as bright as blood. His eyes moved, his gaze slowly swept to Wang Xiaoming, his pupils suddenly gleamed strangely, and he was so shocked that Wang Xiaoming involuntarily retreated a few steps until he reached Baal’s side and grabbed his sleeves tightly. .

Barr curled his lips and said, “What’s so scary about vampires at level 15?”

Wang Xiaoming trembled: “It’s terrible.”

…

Barr waved his hand, Xiang Wenjie disappeared, and there was a bang in the coffin, apparently he was loaded back.

Seeing Xiang Wenxun hesitated to speak, Wang Xiaoming asked for him: “You didn’t crash him, did you?”

Barr said in a huff: “Do you want to catch it again for you to check?”

Wang Xiaoming thought for a while, shook his head and said, “I don’t want it anymore. After the inspection, you will definitely throw him back again.”

“Don’t worry, not this time.”

“Really?” Wang Xiaoming looked at him suspiciously.

Barr gritted his teeth and said, “Because I won’t put him back.”

…

Thinking of what Xiang Wenjie looked like just now, Wang Xiaoming swallowed uncomfortably, turned his head and looked to the side, silently watching Xiang Wenxun who was talking to himself but not saying a word, his heart felt uncomfortable. He whispered: “Let’s go back first.” At this time, what Xiang Wenxun just needed should be aloneness.

“Good night.” Xiang Wenxun smiled, but couldn’t hide his exhaustion.

After returning to his house, Barr went straight to the study without saying a word. That basketball machine was abruptly blocking the entire bookshelf in the study room, which was not so spacious now. As soon as he lifted his finger, the basketball flew up like being pulled by a rope, tracing an arc in mid-air, and slid into the hoop accurately.

Wang Xiaoming stood at the door for a while, as if he wanted to say something. But until he scratched his hair into a big chicken coop, he didn’t know what to say, so he decided to take a shower first.

After the shower, he did not go to bed, but paced back and forth outside the study, and occasionally peeked inside.

“Either come in or go to sleep.” Under his influence, Barr finally couldn’t help but speak after he missed two consecutive shots.

When Wang Xiaoming stopped, he called out in a very serious and serious tone: “Baal!”

Barr squinted at him, “Huh?”

There was a snap.

Wang Xiaoming used his feet during military training to straighten his legs together. He desperately grasped the hem of his pajamas with both hands. He slowly raised his head forty-five degrees, his eyes full of fearlessness and panic. He used Jing Ke. In the tragic tone of Qin’s assassination, he said every word: “Let’s do it.”

…

The basketball fell straight from mid-air-but no one paid attention.

“No.” Barr’s eyes seemed to be filled with hundreds of kilograms of explosives, and colorful and intense sparks burst out in an instant.