Billionaire's Reborn Baby

Recently, Vincent was buried in the company's affairs and rarely showed up at home. Emily only saw him on the arena in the morning. Every time she came in, he had finished practicing, covered in sweat. When he saw her, he would always land his big palm on her head.

She would dodge and then attacked the back of his neck. Vincent seemed to see through her and managed to dodge away. Then, he stretched out his long arm and held her in his arms. Emily's sneak attack had never succeeded since she kicked his balls.

Emily raised her foot and tried to step on his feet. While he was moving, she twisted her body, and slashed her palm like a knife. Of course, these were all fake moves to divert attention. The real move was to directly hit his neck artery with her other hand.

Vincent was delighted to see her movements. He struck down her wrist with one hand, then grabbed her other hand and pressed her body against the wall. He lowered his head and stared into her eyes.

The guards chose not to see this.

Rex remained silent.

"Not bad huh, that's some progress." Vincent pinched Emily's earlobe. His palm was extremely hot, and everywhere he touched was all burning with heat.

Emily touched her hot earlobe and thought to herself, 'He's got some nice lips.'

They were so close that their breath intertwined.

She felt that what she was breathing the air he exhaled. It was cold and unique, with a mint and faint nicotine flavor, filling her entire body to form his unique aura.

Therefore she couldn't help but stare at his lips, and it made her thinking the scene of the two people kissing. She got shy. Every time Vincent reached out to pinch her earlobe, she only found that her earlobe was burning like fire. Later, she realized that Vincent should be making fun of her. Therefore, before Vincent could reach out to pinch her earlobe this time, she dared to stand on tiptoe to pinch his earlobe.

"Well, that makes two of us." she said arrogantly.

Vincent was amused and immediately chuckled, "What?"

As he smiled, his rolling Adam's apple and slender neck in a straight collar made her spellbound. He tilted his head slightly, revealing his sexy curved lower jaw and thin sliced lips.

Emily had probably been being with the guards for too long these days and thought that all men looked very ordinary, but after seeing Vincent, she felt that he was the most handsome guy in the world.

Not even Eliot. (Sorry Eliot)

"Keep practicing and I'll check tonight." This time, instead of touching her head, he lowered his head and dipped her lips. His voice was a little hoarse, "And stop looking at me like that."

Her hand was still on his earlobe, a posture that looked like two people snuggling in a corner and kissing each other to their heart's content.

Emily was stunned for a moment before letting go. Then, when Vincent turned around, he gently touched his lips.

to be looking

...

'What was I thinking.'

yes, Vincent's birthday. What birthday present was she going to

didn't need anything, what can she get

Rex's voice, "There is a game tonight,

Emily replied, "Sure."

What game?

Competition?

arena, and saw no one. When she walked towards the study, she saw a few guards and Rex sitting in a projection

seats with 3-D glasses on their

waved to her, "Come, this is reserved for

dozen or so empty

seat to sit down, Rex handed her a pair of glasses, the guard brought milk tea and popcorn

Emily, "..."

once. Eliot took her, he brought milk tea and popcorn as well. She was sitting at the front. That night, she almost cried her tears dry. After she came out, she cried out that she would

was not

It's on!"

in front of them was playing the match. Emily looked at it for a while and finally found someone familiar. It was Randy, Vincent's brother. He was wearing a white team uniform and was sitting in front of a row of computers with

also very serious. It seemed that one of them wasn't particularly serious. He was rotating a pen and occasionally looking out of the arena. Finally, a staff member came out of the arena with a cup of milk tea. In the crowd's astonished gaze, the

"..."

seconds of silence, the

is a competition! Why are you drinking

know

tell me if

you lose, then you're

stop drinking milk tea, drink

must be

game, that

"???"

live broadcast, after a few rolling comments, filthy comments were handled.

side was well-prepared. There was almost no dialogue. Each of them knew which lane they were going, so they chose heroes without hesitate.

the camera sliced into Randy's team, it was unknown if the cameraman was deliberately targeting the teammate who drank milk tea. The entire camera shot