Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Mr. Benson raised an eyebrow.

No words were needed for him to understand what she meant.

After a pause, he smoked slowly and chuckled.

"I just think that if I can make him unhappy... then I will be happy."

It was rare to find any trouble for that arrogant man, and he didn't want to...

Just let this good opportunity pass by.

It can arouse his anger and make him furious, and it can also look at him helpless...

That scene must be interesting.

Mr. Benson took another puff of cigarette, then slowly put the cigarette butt in the ashtray and crushed it out.

The spark goes out.

"You don't have to be mentally burdened. I'm not doing this to help you, but just to have some fun."

"Don't worry... there are many people who hate him in this world."

"You count as one...and I also count as one."

He stood up and gathered his suit.

Ji Chuchu also stood up and looked at him calmly.

More than grateful, but still vigilant.

But Benson doesn't seem to need her trust.

He held her hand politely and gave her a gentle kiss on the hand.

Elegant without losing the bad temper.

He said: "Good night, Miss Ji."

"I hope you have a good dream tonight."

He raised his eyes and looked at her meaningfully, those deep blue eyes seemed to have intoxicating magic.

But Ji Chuchu didn't react and instead withdrew his hand.

I didn't say I liked or disliked his gentlemanly behavior.

It just shows some physical rejection.

Mr. Benson smiled and was not annoyed.

He casually picked up a black goose down hat from the side and put it on.

Soon, he left the manor.

The sound of the car's engine gradually faded away, disappearing into the thick night.

Ji Chuchu was left standing in the hall, looking outside, with deep thoughts.

The hand that dropped down slowly clenched.

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At this moment, on a certain island in country B.

The men in black, who had been investigating all day, all stood in the dark.

The leader lowered his head, folded his hands, and spoke in a cautious and respectful voice.

"Sir, time is limited, and we still haven't found Miss Ji's whereabouts."

He did not look up. Having received professional training since he was a child, he knew that at this time, he must not look up.

Because it is possible that when you look up, what you face is not the face of the gentleman, but... the cold muzzle of the gun.

The bullet could kill him in an instant.

He lowered his head, and the undershirt on his back was already wet because of nervousness.

But he still didn't dare to move, for fear of further angering Mr.

In the darkness, the man in the wheelchair did not make a sound.

The cold potion flowed down drop by drop from the infusion tube. He rubbed the jade stone in his hand, as if his whole body was covered with chill.

Bitingly cold.

There was great silence in the air, except for his low cough from time to time.

Somewhat weak.

The doctor on the side wanted to step forward to check, but he raised his hand and stopped him.

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 bites and flick his fangs.

Lurking, ready to attack at any time.

"Keep checking."

"It doesn't matter if she dies, I want...that child."

He coughed, his chest heaving.

Under the dim light, the cross he was wearing was revealed.

Along with his coughing, it kept shaking.

That cold cross seemed to symbolize his identity——

he is……

of God, believer.