C17 I will Punish You

At Han Shaolin's villa, Hsu Moyu walked out of the bathroom and slowly wiped his hair. Han Shaolin, who was sitting on the sofa, shook the glass of wine in his hand with a smile in his eyes and stared at him with interest.

"Please stop giving me that disgusting look, Sect Lord Han."

Hsu Moyu walked over expressionlessly and sat opposite him. He combed his dry hair with his big hands.

"What, you're still not showing it to us!"

Han Shaolin wanted to say that it was illegal to look at his wife, but Hsu Moyu was definitely unhappy, so he swallowed the rest of his words and handed Hsu Moyu a glass of wine, wondering when he would start worrying about other people's feelings.

"Was that person called Wu Minn your subordinate?" Hsu Moyu asked this because he didn't think that Han Shaolin would use such a person. Han Shaolin didn't look like a Daoist at all. Moreover, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

"No, he's the second son of the Eastern District's Wu Family Elder Wu, and he's also a university student. He doesn't seem to have much interest in our area, and Elder Wu also purposefully did not let him meddle in matters related to the Eastern District." Han Shaolin didn't understand why he suddenly asked about Wu Minn and raised his eyebrows at him as if he was waiting for him to say something.

"It's fine, I'm just curious to ask. Men like that are rarely seen. However, in our circle," Hsu Moyu suddenly raised a smile. "Or maybe he was born to be someone in our circle." The answer might not be a yes, but it contained a more subtle element than a yes.

"Your answer is as sharp as ever, and unfathomable." Han Shaolin didn't say anything. He just leisurely clinked his glass with Han Shaolin. It was obvious that Han Shaolin's thin lips admired Hsu Moyu.

"What do you think about tonight?" Hsu Moyu leaned back on the sofa and relaxed his stiff muscles. He seemed to be asking a lazy question, but a wave of worry was spreading inside his heart.

I, Han Shaolin, was ambushed by the West Region Master, and I don't think it's like the reports said just now, it's just that there's someone causing trouble, and this reason is too forced. If it's not for you, then it's for me. Han Shaolin's gaze was cold and his eyes were filled with killing intent.

This scheme clearly indicated that someone wanted to frame Hsu Moyu. Someone who could attack me under West Region, other than Hsu Moyu, who else would be so brazen, and the person's intention should be to make us guess at each other, fight in private, and rebel in the dark.

Hsu Moyu didn't know the true meaning behind Han Shaolin's words and didn't want to guess. Out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but glance at Han Shaolin, who was sitting there peacefully.

"It seems that our lives are worth some money, to make the enemies so afraid." Hsu Moyu smirked.

Could he be thinking that this might be a trick I used to make people guess that something like this had happened on my turf, but what was the target of the enemy? Or was it a test?

"You still haven't told me the intentions of this scene. Now that we've eaten, it's time to get down to business!" Hsu Moyu's tone turned cold as he looked at Ye Zichen with his almond-shaped eyes.

"I just want to have a simple meal with you. I have no intentions." Han Shaolin stood up and carried him to the bed.

Hsu Moyu was surprised for a moment. He felt that Han Shaolin was not in the mood to do so.

"I know what you're thinking. Do I, Han Shaolin, look like the kind of person who would be led astray by the nose with such petty tricks? I don't even know what kind of person he is. " Seeing the complicated look in Hsu Moyu's eyes, Han Shaolin pointed it out. He felt that Hsu Moyu was actually suspicious of his IQ.

"No, I just objectively think that you wouldn't easily believe anyone."

Ever since that day when I was married to him, he had become a little difficult for me to get used to. It was only after my relationship with him that I realized that maybe I wasn't too bad?

"Don't let me get lost." Han Shaolin suddenly kissed Wu Junyi's lips, then combed his hair back, revealing his face that was three times more exquisite than a woman's.

My wife has to say, this face is too good-looking.

Han Shaolin couldn't control himself either. He lowered his head to taste Wu Junyi's lips, but his hands were suddenly tied up.

Han Shaolin immediately frowned, "What are you doing?" He was unhappy.

Hsu Moyu smiled. "Sect Lord Han has been dishonest recently, so he has to punish you."

"Hoh ~ You're punishing me?"

Han Shaolin sneered. With a flip of his body, he successfully pressed Hsu Moyu down.

"You, Hsu Moyu, are itchy, right?" Ye Zichen easily freed himself from his belt and dangerously looked down on Hsu Moyu.

Hsu Moyu knew he had overdone it, but it was too late. It became Han Shaolin's dessert.