Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

“Ouch…” Noah pulled back his arm. “Be gentle, Christy.”

Christy pressed the disinfectant cotton ball on his forearm, “You deserve it! What were you thinking? You think you’re a Superman? You jumped out of the car! The person in the car didn’t hurt you, why did you jump out of the car?”

“Weren’t I worried that he fell in love with me and took me home?” Noah blew his arm, because when he jumped out of the car, his arm acted as a cushion, but was hurt by a rock and a large piece of skin was rubbed off.

“I’m so worried, but you still have the mood to joke!” Christy patted him angrily.

“Alright, alright. Didn’t I come back safe and sound?” Noah opened his arms to her. His other forearm was injured, so he just raised it up and said, “Come here, and give me a hug.”

Christy avoided his injured forearm and hugged his neck. “We did it.”

Noah was silent for a moment and he said, “No, one person died.”

“What I’m talking about is this.” Christy let go of him and took out her mobile phone. On the front page of the news, there was a breaking news-Shocking! People in a Party in City Y Were Arrested! What Happened?

After clicking on it, one could see that this news was only a gossip. The author did not know the real situation and listed all the reasons for his suspicion of them being arrested. However, in the comments, there was a revelation: There was******. One had to pay to watch it.

Almost every minute, three to five people clicked on it. Christy also paid for it. She indifferently looked at it. “This is the second time. Can the police dig out where they live?”

“Who knows?” Noah took a puff of his cigarette and lay on the sofa. He stared at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling and thought absentmindedly.

“Don’t think too much. If we hadn’t gone, none of them would have been saved.” Christy continued to pick up ointment and apply it on his forearm. Then, she took out a bandage and wrapped it around his forearm gently.

“I was just thinking that that person might interfere.” Noah exhaled white smoke, his broken eyebrows were twisted, and Ferne’s face appeared in his mind.

“You mean the owner of the Dalton Hotel?” Christy looked at him unhappily, “So, why are you taking off your mask?”

Noah flicked his cigarette butt and said, “I am thinking that if I go to his hotel next time, I will get a free treat.”

“Get lost.” Christy left.

this thing, even though she was already a

what happened ten years

to catch all of them in one go. Don’t worry, I’m just thinking of a plan to kill two birds with one stone so that we won’t take

mean…” Christy looked at him

Noah snapped his fingers, “Ferne, our

was firmly stuck to the wall and hidden under the curtains. If one looked carefully, one could tell that it was not a leaf, but a small

everything it saw to the other side of the pavilion because it had turned on the phone with Emily earlier. As a result, Noah’s conversation was

heard a familiar name. He saved all the pictures

be stunned for a moment, and then

have

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eldest brother, she heard the news that Marquise had been punched-Marquise was in the hospital. Someone had lured away the bodyguard at the entrance and punched Marquise who was heavily injured again, which

Emily also got the surveillance video of Eliot being

that time, all the surveillance cameras were destroyed. There was only a remote surveillance camera that recorded the entire process of Eliot getting off the car and being beaten. Of course, it also included the scene of Kamron dragging him into a

History repeated itself.

Kamron went to take Eliot away, he was mistaken for a black-clothed man, so he got a

already evening two days later

come out of the studio. Every time when the three old men came in, they forgot to teach their students. Instead, they were

Emily was always very quiet. She sat there quietly and remembered all the words the three old men had argued about. Regardless of

asked for a picture to be drawn while listening in class. Today, Emily painted Mr. Rolando sitting in the garden feeding

men was jealous of

is so good

melon seeds on the table! He’s not afraid that his

“He doesn’t have diabetes…”

so angry! Look at him in the picture, he is so

so young in your painting.

that he is indeed aging best