The reborn paranoid male protagonist is crazy again

Chapter 107 Compromise
The malice of the Nicole nobles deepened day by day, and the officials of the visiting group began to reduce their travels and live in seclusion.The number of patrolling guards has increased, and the officer responsible for the security of the visiting group has mobilized all troops, and everyone is tense.

The common people's school has also temporarily suspended classes, and all members of the human rights organization have also moved back to the reception from the branch at 217 Central Avenue.

Lieutenant General Nora's several requests to see the city lord were rejected.

"Nicole, what does this mean? Declaring war on the Empire?"

"Are the Mani family crazy? Could it be that they want to repeat the war seven years ago!"

"A mere backward city in BJ dares to declare war on the imperial army?"

The officials who didn't know that Nicole got the sixth-generation weapon chip kept reprimanding them angrily, and suggested to Lieutenant General Nora to send troops to attack Nicole, so as to teach these arrogant and ignorant and arrogant people a lesson!
It was also suggested that Nicole should be evacuated as soon as possible.

Lieutenant General Nora dismissed him on the grounds that he was waiting for an order from the imperial capital.

Under the night, the snow-white world was shrouded in darkness and was silent.Except for the lonely street lamp, all the lights of the city disappeared in the darkness.

When Ye Luo glimpsed the face of the guard standing at the door of her room from the corner of her eye, her brows twitched uncontrollably, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and then she looked normal and opened the door without looking sideways.

Sure enough, Zhong Jin, who was sitting on the single sofa next to him, was leaning against the sofa with his long legs crossed.The body is relaxed and stretched, and there are two glasses and a bottle of red wine on the tea table in front.He was pouring the wine in a relaxed and comfortable posture. Although his posture was very lazy and casual, he still carried his innate dignity and elegance.

Seeing Ye Luo, he raised his glass and looked over, "Have a drink?"

Ye Luo didn't move, just stood there silently staring at his face for a while.

Her gaze was too quiet and focused, Zhong Jinping gently raised his eyelids, hooked the corners of his mouth, a charming smile slowly appeared on that overly handsome face, and his voice was hoarse and joyful, "Luoluo, Does it look good?"

Ye Luo nodded, her black eyes were calm: "It looks good."

Zhong Jinping originally teased this with a bit of teasing, his expression retracted, his pupils trembled, his eyes staring at Ye Luo were tinged with shock, disbelief, and strong secret joy and excitement, his narrow, dark red eyes suddenly brightened, "Rolo?"

He put down his wine glass in a panic, got up excitedly, strode close to Ye Luo, and tentatively asked, "You, forgive me?"

Zhong Jinping suddenly felt that his throat was extremely dry and hoarse, but a few words had exhausted most of his strength.

After being entangled for two lifetimes, just as Ye Luo knew him, he knew Ye Luo's every emotion and every move like the back of his hand.

Ye Luo slowly stretched out her hand to touch his side face: "Zhong Jinping, you are so good-looking, and you have a lot of power and status, why do you like me?"

This question has troubled her for two lifetimes.

Why did you fall in love with her?

Why did she fall in love with her after she had wiped out all the love she had for him?

The moment Ye Luo's hand touched her, Zhong Jinping's breathing became disordered.

The warm palm was pressed against the cheek, making him entangled with the breath of obsession and nostalgia, but just a short distance away, the temperature in the palm seemed to be able to burn him.

Zhong Jinping suddenly felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling hot, his heart was beating violently, and his ears were buzzing, only the sound of heartbeat beating like a drum, and the man who scolded Fang Qiu for his life and death was like a young man who had just begun to love Facing his lover's question, flustered and at a loss, he pressed Ye Luo's hands and rubbed them tightly against his face.

"I have a bad temper, I don't have a noble background, a beautiful and delicate appearance, I am fierce and domineering, my hands are covered with blood, and I am not gentle and kind at all..."

"My little girl is the most beautiful girl in the world." Zhong Jinping quickly interrupted her words, holding her hands together in his palms.

Ye Luo smiled, her expression could be called gentle: "In this case, you should also tell Yuan Rourou."

Zhong Jinping's expression froze instantly, and his thin lips moved a few times to deny it, but when he thought of Ye Luo's previous life as a bodyguard, she followed Yuan Rourou every step of the way...

He never regretted anything he did, except this one.

"Rolo..."

Ye Luo withdrew her hands and looked up at his annoyed, remorseful and painful appearance.

What a shame...

Ye Luo laughed coldly and ironically in her heart.

Love desires its life, hate desires its death.

As expected of Zhong Jinping.

does he love her

Zhong Jinping was able to change so much for her, even if it was mixed with power schemes, but at least it was mixed with some love for her.

Does he love Yuan Rourou?

Ye Luo recalled how he was ruthless to Yuan Rourou, gentle and tender to herself in the previous life... Once upon a time, every time I think about it, it hurts so much that I cry like a dog while hiding under the quilt at night.

But now, all that remains is indifference.

His love, obstinate and crazy, sickly and terrifying, can burn you into ashes and swallow you.Being targeted by him, even death cannot escape.

What Zhong Jinping wants to get, no matter what means he uses, even if the tormented collapse is crazily annihilated... he will get it in the end.

Ye Luo closed her eyes hard to conceal the exhaustion and sadness that penetrated into her soul.

When he opened his eyes again, those dark and deep pupils became calm again.

Zhong Jinping keenly sensed something vaguely, so he was inexplicably irritable, stretched out his hand to wrap her around her waist, and locked her tightly in his arms, almost rubbing her into his body with so much force.Only the temperature and breath of the body in his arms can calm his sudden restlessness and irritability.

Compared with Ye Luo's disgust and bad words towards him, he is more afraid of Ye Luo like this.

This reminded him of Ye Luo's previous life, where she lost one eye, broke her legs and was detained by his side. She looked as if she was walking dead because of her grief...

Zhong Jinping's heart ached badly, as if countless sharp needles had been pierced in densely. He didn't dare to look at Ye Luo's expression, and pressed her head against his heart, his hoarse voice trembling, "Luo Luo, before I was wrong, I did something wrong, how can you forgive me? Luoluo..."

As soon as the past was mentioned, the arrogant man once again showed humility and fear in front of Ye Luo.

Ye Luo's head was pressed against his chest, listening to his steady and slightly rapid heartbeat, a cold arc was drawn from an angle that Zhong Jinping could not see.

She will also take advantage of Zhong Jinping's love for her.

She hated this kind of person the most before, but she didn't expect that one day she would become the person she hated the most.

Ye Luo put her hand on his heart, and felt the strong beating of the heart through the material of the palm, one by one.Ye Luo gathered her fingers, hooked her fingertips lightly, and swiped across with moderate strength. The body of the person holding her tightly became stiff, and then, the heavy breathing sprayed on the top of her head became more disordered.

"Luoluo..." came a hoarse and forbearing voice.

With a little force, Ye Luo pushed the person away.

Ye Luo walked to the place where he was sitting just now, reached out to take the wine glass he just drank, drank the liquid in it, and wiped away the traces left on the corner of her mouth with inelegant movements.

Zhong Jinping maintained the posture of being pushed away by her, watching her movements without blinking. When Ye Luo picked up the glass she had just drank and drank it down in one gulp, he suddenly felt that his throat was very dry, and his Adam's apple was unconscious. Rolling a few times, the red corners of the eyes were so red that they were about to bleed, and the eyes staring at her were like boiling hot magma.

Ye Luo turned her head slightly, smiled at him, and then hooked her fingers.

There were some frivolous and rude actions, but Zhong Jinping shrank his pupils, flattered.Immediately afterwards, a huge surge of excitement surged, as if a prisoner sentenced to death was suddenly forgiven of all crimes, the excitement was uncontrollable.

His body came to Ye Luo almost in an instant, he hugged her and sat on the sofa, clasping the back of her head with one hand and supporting her back with the other, he hugged her tightly and locked her in his arms with great strength Quickly rub her into his body.

His hoarse and forbearing voice conveyed a viscous and ambiguous meaning, and pressed against her ear, suppressing emotions, "Luo Luo, Luo Luo, are you finally willing to forgive me?"

The gentle gesture, the ambiguous and intimate gesture, did not show any resistance or disgust.

After returning from rebirth, Zhong Jinping, who had never had a good face in front of Ye Luo, felt inexplicably a kind of joy to clear away the clouds and mists after all the hardships.

Ye Luo didn't speak, but raised her hand to touch his face, brushed her fingertips across his cheek, then closed her eyes and kissed him.

The moment the soft lips touched, Zhong Jinping trembled in shock, his red pupils widened, full of disbelief.

In two lifetimes, this is the first time Ye Luo kissed him on her own initiative.

After he forcibly detained her by his side in the previous life, even if she deliberately showed weakness on the bed to please him, she never took the initiative to kiss him.

But in an instant, after the shock, Zhong Jinping immediately turned his back on the guest, sucking the delicate and charming lips that were offered to the door for the first time, driving straight in, wantonly entangled...

Outside the door, the guard on duty estimated the time, his eyebrows furrowed involuntarily.

This... is it too long?
It's been three hours.

The mistress was notoriously ruthless and cruel to the head of the family, stabbing a knife if she disagreed with her.

The Patriarch won't be stabbed into a blood gourd inside, right?

The more the guard thought about it, the more frightened he became. If it was fun in the imperial capital (???), it would be fine. After all, the imperial capital has the most advanced medical technology in the entire empire, no one can die, and it is its own territory.

But here is Nicole!

The guard felt chills on his back, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead, just as he was hesitating whether to violate the order and break in to rescue the Patriarch...

The closed door opened.

Then, a spring breeze came.

"Walk."

The guard froze for an unprecedented second.

This person is full of spring breeze with shimmering eyes, thin red lips, and the words "spring is here" are almost engraved on his face, and his smile is like a flower fluttering in the wind... Patriarch?

Won't it be transferred?

What about the owner of the house whose mood is unpredictable?
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Pross.

The climate in the south is humid and rainy, especially after Memorial Day. It is an intermittent rainy season. The continuous rain nourishes the earth. Farmland outside the city has already been cultivated. The busy scene dilutes the tension and oppression caused by the war. feel.

The imperial army has taken over the security management of the city of Prouss, and the patrolling soldiers who appear on the streets from time to time, their black military boots stepping on the stagnant water on the ground, are peaceful.Many shops have opened their doors one after another, and the whole city has regained some vitality.

The former city lord's mansion was later changed to the temporary office of the rebel army, and now it has become the management office of human rights organizations and the administrative office of Pross.

The top floor of Prose Medical Center.

The faint smell of disinfectant water filled the air, diluting the dampness brought by the continuous rain.

The display screen occupying one wall is broadcasting the latest news from the imperial media.

"The hope of freedom and equality is spreading to every corner of the empire. The traitors who harbor evil intentions against the empire are still ready to move. In order to provoke civilians to frame the empire at all costs, the leaders of the empire are magnanimous and benevolent, preventing the people of the empire from killing each other... ..."

Leaning on the cut-off screen of Rachel who was sitting on the hospital bed with a blank face, the imperial reporter who was talking impassionedly disappeared immediately.

The imperial army entered and took over Pros without any resistance.Under the propaganda of the imperial media, the rebel army became innocent people who were designed and persecuted by the traitors. The former city lord and nobles who were killed ignored the decrees issued by the empire and committed treason, which is an unforgivable crime.

The expected war did not happen, and Rashael, who was warmly welcomed by the rebels, looked indifferent.

Than he was almost killed when he was assassinated halfway, and it made him speechless.

"Did Zhong Jinping ask a brain doctor to check his brain?" Rachael threw the remote control away without any politeness, how could Zhong Jinping let go of those rebel leaders so easily?

When receiving the order from the imperial capital, Rashael almost thought that he was hallucinating, Zhong Jinping, that vicious guy who would take revenge for his stinginess, had his brain flooded, or was he transferred?Did you let these people go? !
He was about to act as if he didn't see the order to kill, but it was a pity that Ellie saw it.

Rachel: "..."

What's the point of this trip if you can't kill him?
He can't go to the border or the north to join the war. He originally thought that Pross would be young, but it was enough for him to have fun.

It's a pity, it's really boring.

It's not the battle achievements that come from blood and death, but the achievements that can be easily obtained without any effort, which is really boring and depressing.

With a life that can't be messed up, La Xia suddenly felt that there was nothing to love about life, and she lay down in the medical center, like a salted fish with no ideals and lost fighting spirit.

As a result, it was stimulated by the imperial media again today.

Generous and merciful? !

Rachel almost vomited.

The more flattering the imperial media has become, the more shameless they are.

Putting this kind of adjective on Zhong Jinping really doesn't need a single bit of integrity.

This development made Rachel very unhappy.

It's more uncomfortable than being almost assassinated and blown up halfway.

(End of this chapter)