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.”

how can 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

fuss with him, thinking that Ferne didn’t dare to make

alone, and seeing Noah’s fearless appearance, he was

suddenly, he was under a man of about 80 kilos. He almost threw

on him, but when he saw Noah’s pale face, Ferne finally found a way to restrain him. He immediately wrapped his hands and feet around Noah and was determined to vie to see who

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

lay on Noah skin to skin, his hands still holding Noah’s neck. He faintly sensed something wrong below, and then his face turned blushed as he crawled

point, but his face turned blushed. Ferne crossed his legs and smiled embarrassedly, “It’s really

stool, far away from Ferne, and did not respond when

“Do you want a drink? I’ll get

hurriedly ran

Holy shit!

into the bathroom. He washed his face, calming the dryness-heat. Then he

two drinks. As he waited, the elevator not far away arrived, and Branden and a friend

he looked like only fifty. He didn’t have disgusting greasy skin or bald head. On the contrary, he gave off

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

and could vaguely hear the two talking in

What? English?

customers in his hotel, who can underestimate

himself. Perhaps they were talking about something more professional in business, so he couldn’t

words about red wine, check-in and other

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