C8 Probing

Han Moya left another day at their place. Before she left, she reminded Han Shaolin not to bully Hsu Moyu three times and gave him a secret brocade bag. She said that maybe he would be able to use it one day and Hsu Moyu would be happy to accept it.

"Bring the papers to my room." Seeing that Han Moya had already left by car, Han Shaolin instructed Hsu Moyu coldly and went upstairs by himself.

Hsu Moyu's brows tightened. He took a deep breath and tried to sort out his mood. Just as he was about to go upstairs, he was called by the butler.

Hsu Moyu stopped and turned around to look at the butler. The butler did not say anything, but Hsu Moyu knew what he wanted to say. He revealed a smile and said, "I have recently been taken care of by the butler."

The housekeeper's old eyes heated up. He knew that Hsu Moyu was a smart kid who knew how to look at faces, but he felt a little sorry for himself.

In the end, he opened his mouth, "Young Mistress, can't you leave?"

He knew this question was unnecessary, but he still wanted to ask Hsu Moyu.

"It's not that I want to leave, it's that he wants me to leave." Hsu Moyu revealed a wry smile. He bowed to the butler and went upstairs.

The butler looked at Hsu Moyu's back and sighed. He was obviously such a good child, but why didn't Young Lord like him?

Hsu Moyu went back to his room to get the documents. He looked around the room that he had been used to for almost a month. Finally, he shook his head in amusement and left the room.

He walked up to Han Shaolin's door and knocked.

Seeing Han Shaolin's answer, Hsu Moyu suddenly felt nervous. He knocked again, but still didn't hear Han Shaolin's reply. In the end, he had no choice but to try the doorknob. Unexpectedly, the door wasn't locked and seemed to leave the door open for him.

This was the first time he entered Han Shaolin's room, and Hsu Moyu realized the difference between the master bedroom and the guest room. The room was two times bigger than his, and it also had a small bar, with all kinds of expensive drinks arranged neatly. The four people who drank sat on the sofa, a small gym, a wide balcony, and then a large black bed that proclaimed the master's personality.

As Hsu Moyu glanced around and wondered if he should stay and wait for Han Shaolin, the sound of running water came from the bathroom, and Hsu Moyu was relieved to hear that Han Shaolin hadn't made a move.

However, this was also his worst guess. It was rumored that Han Shaolin had always kept his words to himself, so it was unlikely for Han Shaolin to tease him because of this.

Hsu Moyu sat down on the sofa. Not long later, Han Shaolin walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his body, revealing his muscular upper body and long legs.

Seeing that Hsu Moyu didn't seem to be surprised, he silently walked to the bar and poured two glasses of wine. He openly placed a pill in front of Hsu Moyu and handed it to Hsu Moyu, not saying a word from beginning to end.

Hsu Moyu frowned. He didn't hesitate and took the pill and shook it off.

Han Shaolin immediately smiled, "Aren't you afraid that I'll poison you to death?"

"Of course I know what this is."

Hsu Moyu also smiled back at him, raised his glass and clinked it with his own, before drinking it all in one gulp.

Seeing Hsu Moyu drink so straightforwardly, Han Shaolin was stunned, "You know what this is, but you still drink?"

"Of course, this is the worst plan that I've ever thought would happen since you've agreed to sign. It is also the plan that I feel is the most unlikely to happen."

Even though he felt that he wouldn't make such a request, his thoughts had come true.

Hsu Moyu wasn't discouraged at the moment. On the contrary, he felt that this might be a good choice. At least there wouldn't be any casualties. So what if he sacrificed himself?

"These words are a little sarcastic!" But I'd like to hear all your plans. " Han Shaolin poured himself a glass of wine and downed it in one gulp with great interest.

"According to Sect Lord Han's character when dealing with things, I will make three plans for the worst. One, meet you in battle and fight to the death. Second, my subordinates were tied up as hostages, so I had to surrender and give up my 'Heijie'. Third, Sect Lord Han might want to beat me up, but I don't think that's true. Because I heard that you don't want to touch men, that's why I said it's the most unlikely plan. "

The reason he touched me that day, I think, was because he wanted me to back off.

"Then which one do you think is most likely to happen?"

"Of course I'm the first. Although Sect Lord Han is a cruel and merciless person, he does things straightforwardly. I don't think that the second one will be in accordance with your style of doing things, but I seem to have made a mistake." The last sentence was not affirmation, but probing.

Although he said that now, he might not do it that way. Perhaps he felt that the first condition was not bad and got me caught off guard. Hsu Moyu became more vigilant.

"What a great way to do things. Don't you think that the second condition is a more worthwhile plan for me? Without any effort, this expressionless face of yours had an extra set of color, or perhaps, it could kill you and seize the "Heijie" right here and now.

Han Shaolin chuckled. He rubbed the rim of his glass with his big hand and looked up at Hsu Moyu, whose face had turned red. There was a strange light in his eyes.

Hsu Moyu's heart skipped a beat when he heard Han Shaolin's previous words, but after he heard Han Shaolin's last words, he finally felt relieved and understood what Han Shaolin wanted, because he had already answered himself. He probably said this to test my judgement, so killing me was just a cover to hide my sense of hearing and hearing.

"Although Sect Lord Han is cold and ruthless to outsiders, but to his family, Sect Lord Han is a filial son who is considerate to his family. Killing me is not an option at all."

As he said that, Hsu Moyu undid his shirt and took it off under Han Shaolin's raised eyebrows and naked eyes.

Seeing Han Shaolin's expression, Hsu Moyu knew he made the right bet.

"As expected of the old tutor's right hand, he really does have some skill."

Initially, I was worried that he would be too cautious and misanalyze this point. Unexpectedly, my brain flipped quickly and I immediately noticed that there was something behind my words.

"You want to see an additional color on my expressionless face? What's the difference from an invitation? If you choose the second, it means that Sect Lord Han is a perverted person. However, all sorts of situations indicate that you just want to make a fool of me yourself."

"Are you that sure?" Han Shaolin put down his glass and walked out of the bar. He walked slowly towards Hsu Moyu and smelled his scent.

He didn't seem to hate it either.

"No, I wasn't quite sure at first, but yesterday when I saw you planning something, Han Moya was watching, as if she was just watching a play, and I was wondering if the decision you had made was something that would not threaten my life or set me up. Because if you do, Han Moya will tell you, not laugh it off. " Hsu Moyu did not avoid Han Shaolin's contact and calmly analyzed.

"I have to say, your observation skills are truly extraordinary."

Han Shaolin wanted to make Hsu Moyu submit to him, but Hsu Moyu's intelligence aroused his interest.

He had seen a lot of smart men, but it was the first time he saw a smart and good-looking man like Hsu Moyu.

"Choose a place you like!"

Han Shaolin pointed at the bed, then the bathroom.

Hsu Moyu was not stupid, he knew what Han Shaolin meant, "Choose the place that Sect Lord Han likes."

"Screech!" So generous? "

"After all, Sect Lord Han isn't stingy, right?"

Hsu Moyu was just exchanging pleasantries.

The two of them touched each other's lips in a probing manner. After that, they lost control of themselves and had no idea who was the first to lose control.