Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Ferne was excited again. “Anything. Like how did you get your figure? Why did you get it? To attract women or something else?”

This was “anything”?

“I didn’t exercise,” Noah replied dryly. “It was because of fight.”

“What?” Ferne didn’t seem to understand.

Noah frowned and explained again, “I used to fight a lot.”

“…”

Noah didn’t want to talk about his past. He was not willing to reveal his secret and he knew that rich gentlemen always looked down on people with low backgrounds and disdained to associate with gangsters.

He didn’t want to see disdain in Ferne’s eyes.

At this moment, he noticed Ferne’s silence. He held his finger slightly. If Ferne mocked him, Noah was not sure how he would respond. He might beat him up, or pretend that nothing had happened.

But, from now on, he would never bring up this topic.

“Holy shit, Bro! You’re awesome! You can get such a good figure by fighting? Where do you fight? Can I go with you?” Ferne was amazed, clapping his hands.

Noah was lost for words.

He sighed, and even put on a faint smile, “You lunatic.”

you say that? You hate those words the most and you just said it. Come on, let me gave you a hit.” Ferne was touched by Noah’s smile, thinking that the smile was pretty sweet. Then, he pointed at Noah as he had discovered something big, and said, “You just said I’m a lunatic.

to fuss with him, thinking that Ferne didn’t

had been roaring for a while alone, and seeing Noah’s fearless appearance, he was really aroused a willingness of fight

80 kilos. He almost threw up. He pinched Ferne’s waist and wanted to push him down, “Get

a trick on him, but when he saw Noah’s pale face, Ferne finally found a way to restrain him. He immediately wrapped his hands

pull him down, and didn’t want to hurt him. He warned again,

loose. Ferne lay on Noah skin to skin, his hands still holding Noah’s neck. He faintly sensed something wrong

should have laughed at Noah loudly at this point, but his face turned blushed. Ferne

far away from Ferne,

“Do you want a drink?

he hurriedly

Holy shit!

straight into the bathroom. He washed his face, calming the dryness-heat. Then he muttered to himself in front of the

As he waited,

in his sixties, but he looked like only fifty. He didn’t have disgusting greasy skin or bald head. On the contrary, he gave off a very gentle appearance. His words and behaviors were permeated with a very good

gentlemanly. The two of them did not wear bathrobes, but golden-green Khan steam suits of Forest Hot Spring. It seemed that they

them and could

What? English?

in his hotel, who can

for a while and realized that he overestimated himself. Perhaps they were talking about something more professional in business, so he

other daily vocabulary. When in other

finally understood the last sentence. The two almost passed by, but suddenly, Branden’s friend glanced in Ferne’s direction and smiled. “I met a very interesting boy

Branden