Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Billionaire’s Reborn Baby Chapter 353

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.”

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

with him, thinking that Ferne didn’t dare to

been roaring for a while alone, and seeing Noah’s fearless appearance, he

suddenly, he was under a man of about 80 kilos. He almost threw up. He pinched Ferne’s waist and wanted to push him down, “Get

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

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

hands still holding Noah’s neck. He faintly sensed something wrong

face turned blushed. Ferne crossed his legs and

on stool, far away from Ferne, and did

asked, “Do you want a drink?

hurriedly

Holy shit!

face, calming the dryness-heat. Then he muttered to himself in front of the mirror,

to order two drinks. As he waited, the elevator not far away arrived, and

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

them did not wear bathrobes, but

back to them and could vaguely hear the two talking in

What? English?

in his hotel, who can

that he overestimated himself. Perhaps they were talking about something more professional in

other daily vocabulary. When in other professional field, he

passed by, but suddenly, Branden’s friend glanced in Ferne’s direction and smiled. “I met a very interesting boy

Branden

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