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.

thing, even

knew that he was afraid what

want to catch all of them in one go.

at him

fingers,

was firmly stuck to the wall and hidden under the curtains. If one looked carefully, one could

little robot transmitted 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 transmitted to Trevor’s

a loss when he heard a familiar name. He saved all the pictures and voices he had just received, and then clicked the button of

reason, he seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then he turned up the

have

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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 sent him

got the surveillance video of

all the surveillance cameras were destroyed. There was only a remote surveillance camera that recorded the entire process of Eliot getting off the

History repeated itself.

Kamron went to take Eliot away, he was mistaken for a black-clothed man, so he got a heavy punch. When Kamron brought Eliot to Emily, he got another straight

was already evening two days later when Emily saw the

when the three old men came in, they forgot to teach their students. Instead, they were immersed in debates and

quiet. She sat there quietly and remembered all the words the three old men had argued about. Regardless of whether they were useful or not, she remembered them first. She would think about them at the quiet

her “homework”. The three old men asked for a picture to be drawn while listening in class. Today, Emily

old men was jealous

so good

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

“He doesn’t have diabetes…”

angry! Look at him in the picture,

still so young in your painting. Is his skin so good

that he is indeed aging best among three