Chapter 653: Your death date is up

"So you saw her move with your own eyes?" Baicheng asked blankly.
"Um..." The man in black was stunned for a moment. "That's not true, but boss, I found this in her pocket."
He took out a dice from his pocket, and the man in black carefully held the dice in front of Baicheng, "Boss, this woman had this dice in her pocket just now, so we suspected that she secretly changed the dice. That's why..."
"is it?"
Hearing this, Bai Cheng gave a chuckle, took the dice and observed it seriously.
Then, as if to find some clue, Baicheng suddenly looked at Tang Nuan's painting with weird eyes, "Miss Tang, all the evidence of your old age is already here, this ironclad fact, what else can you defend? ?"
When Tang Nuanhua heard this, he opened his eyes outrageously and laughed with anger, "Heh, I thought you could see something, so you are nothing more than that?"
"Sure enough, you are all in a nest, of course I helped my own nest to speak! I am a foreigner, naturally I can't compete with you for opening so many mouths."
"But I still have to make it clear. This dice is indeed not mine. When I came here, I didn't bring any dice at all. I hadn't seen it before."
"Moreover, I searched my pocket just now. I think he must have secretly put the dice in, and then pretended to find it out!"
Tang Nuanhua didn't have the slightest timidity, and he categorically accused the man in black just now and was bound to prove his innocence.
"Really?" Baicheng smiled deeply again.
"Boss, what this woman is best at is rhetoric. Nothing she says is true. Don't believe it!" Suddenly, Song Yijun whispered.
As soon as she saw Tang Nuan's painting, she felt like a plague, and she wished that Tang Nuan's painting would be cleaned up immediately. Baicheng was also here at the moment. Naturally, she wanted to use this opportunity to make Tang Nuan's painting unable to walk around.
But Tang Nuan's painting is not a vegetarian, so he glared at Song Yijun fiercely, "Song Yijun, shut up, and I will settle the bill between us later!"
"You!" Song Yijun was mad at once.
As he was about to speak and fight with Tang Nuan's painting, Bai Cheng suddenly laughed again, "You woman has a strong temper? I haven't seen such a strong woman in a long time."
Seeing Tang Nuan painting's attitude so fierce, the smile on Baicheng's face inexplicably thickened.
Then he suddenly stood up from his seat, pushed aside the wall of people in front of him, and made a gesture to go out.
Upon seeing this, the bodyguard immediately moved his hand forward and stopped Bai Cheng in a low voice to persuade him, "Boss, you should sit inside. It's not safe outside."
After all, the origins of these people are unknown, and their subordinates don't know what Tang Nuan painting and Ming Ye want to do. Naturally, they must protect Baicheng's personal safety.
Bai Cheng curled his mouth and said coldly, "Don't worry, I will be fine."
After speaking, he pushed away the hand of the bodyguard in front of him, and his clean leather shoes were the first to land. After that, Baicheng completely revealed the true face of Lushan.
Tang Nuanhua glanced over, her eyes were a little startled for a moment.
Baicheng's figure is tall and slender, but the lines on his body look very soft. He is probably a person who rarely goes to the gym to exercise, because as long as he is a regular fitness person, his body will have some muscle mass, but Baicheng is really The skinny is too obvious.
The waist held by the white suit looks even slender than a woman's. A pair of straight long legs are like two chopsticks, just like the long legs of the male character in the comics.
The most eye-catching thing is Baicheng's pure white hair. It is not the kind of extraordinarily pure white, but the slightly creamy beige.
This color is generally something that few people can control. Even a popular idol niche can't hold it, but it's strange. This hair color is like tailor-made for Baicheng, matched with his fair skin. With such a thin body, there is an inexplicable sense of coordination.
And under the eye-catching white hair, there was a delicate face like a porcelain doll.
Tang Nuanhua had imagined what Baicheng might look like in his mind. After all, it is certainly not ordinary to be able to master such a snobby man.
He may be a sturdy man, he may be a decent businessman, he may be a bald and wretched man with a big belly, or he may be like a phantom or glamorous night, a coquettish woman.
But Tang Nuan did not expect that this white city would actually be so green!
The facial features are small and delicate, like a 3D artificially fabricated doll, looking white and tender.
If you put him in a high school uniform, probably everyone will mistakenly think that he is really a little brother in high school, right?
All in all, this person's appearance is too deceptive!
"Why? Am I so good-looking?" Seeing Tang Nuanhua's eyes straightened, Bai Cheng's mouth curled up inexplicably.
Ming Ye couldn't help holding his forehead on the sidelines, saying that Tang Nuan painting, grandma, you are here to save your father, not the idiot!
Then Ming Ye stretched out his hand speechlessly and pulled Tang Nuan's sleeves, "Hey..."
"Oh!"
Being reminded like this, Tang Nuan painting suddenly came back to her senses, and then she immediately maintained a sensible look at Baicheng in front of her, "I have already made it clear, anyway, I have not come out! You must investigate this for me today. thing!"
Even though her mouth was so hard, Tang Nuanhua wanted to strangle herself to death. Why did she lose her mind just now? Your sister, Tang Nuanhua, don't forget that you are doing a big deal now!
But having said that, Tang Nuan's painting was not fascinated by Baicheng's appearance, but was shocked by the man's youthful appearance.
After all, although Baicheng looks very beautiful, but compared with Li Jingyi's appearance, there is still some gap, at least Tang Nuan painting thinks so.
"Heh..." Baicheng suddenly sneered at this moment, and continued with the words just now, "Miss Tang, our underground city has always had a rule, that is, we will never forgive the old people, so..."
As the words fell, Bai Cheng suddenly took out a pistol from his waist in a thunderous manner, and then unsurprisingly resisted Tang Nuan's forehead.
"Ah!" Tang Nuan painted instinctively with a scream of fright, and took two steps back.
The gun immediately became heavier, and followed Tang Nuan's forehead two steps forward.
Baicheng's smile disappeared without knowing when, suddenly it turned into a cold and murderous look, "So, your death date is here."