Xiaoyu sat quietly on the chair, placed his hands in front of his legs, looked straight ahead, and agreed to Brando to make an oil painting for him.
During the painting, Brando told Xiaoyu the current branch status and area of responsibility of each leader in Black Terror, as well as the interference of a transaction tomorrow and the information exchange and meeting he participated in in the meeting of leaders of each branch the next day.
What Brando said was extremely uncomplicated and simple, and Xiaoyu quickly understood what she could do and what she needed to do.
"Which branch area is Zhan Lei being held in now?" This is the question she is most concerned about now. "I said, the first condition for me to consider doing this is to rescue Zhan Lei."
"At least, he is not here with me." Brando shrugged and smiled, "Only after the meeting tomorrow, can I determine for you which dungeon in the branch area Zhan Lei is in, so that I can infiltrate, deploy, and rescue people.
The premise of this meeting is that tomorrow's arms deal interference cannot fail."
Xiaoyu frowned and said displeasedly, "You turned my premise into my result. It's like you told me that if I don't help you, you will definitely not save Zhan Lei. Brando, this is not the case.
Cooperation is a threat."
"It's not that I won't save Zhan Lei, but if I don't do this, I won't be able to save Zhan Lei," Brando said word by word, his face still calm, "Do you understand?"
The last three words, even though they were so ordinary, there was actually a slight chill in them.
Xiaoyu bit his lip and clenched his fists.
"Black Cat, just remember that the person who appreciates and loves you the most in this world must be me, Brando." Brando stopped painting and looked at her with a deep look, "You don't need to do this.
Suspect."
Xiaoyu still didn't answer this time. After a while, he raised his eyes and asked, "When will we set off tomorrow?"
"Early in the morning." Brando said, with the smile that had always been on his lips again, "Don't worry, I will call you personally."
Xiaoyu didn't answer, he only felt that he didn't like Brando's degree of pretentious ambiguity towards him.
It wasn't just because of Jane, but because she seemed to feel a little uneasy because of Brando's approach to her.
She stared at Brando with a frown, frowned slightly, and began to think seriously about Brando.
It seems that every face, every time, and even every in-depth contact can make her experience different feelings, making her unable to judge his true goodness and practical purpose...
The man in the conference room who was fascinated by the music seemed to be a pure and simple artist with no desires and desires.
Nowadays, there are men in the studio who can make demands and mild threats to me without changing their attitude, and it is inevitable for people to feel wary.
This is an enigmatic man.
She doesn't quite understand.
Snap————
The painting seems to be finished.
Xiaoyu couldn't help but get up and walked forward to see————
Standing in front of the easel, what she saw was a girl in a black dress, sitting in front of the stool. Her eyes seemed to be as pure as glass, but also seemed to be arrogant and arrogant. Her pupils were very clear and very clear.
Hei stared quietly ahead, with a huge castle and a large black bell tower behind him. The entire composition was very eye-catching, sacred and inviolable.
This is not her.
At least, it wasn't her who just sat in front of the chair and let him paint.
Because the girl in the oil painting only has a face of thirteen or fourteen years old.
"This is not me, this is the black cat from five years ago." Xiaoyu said calmly.
"No." He placed his fingers in front of the face in front of the oil painting. He wanted to touch it but kept a cherished distance. Brando looked at the oil painting with eyes that not only admired but also missed him. He turned around and faced Yan Xiao
The fish whispered, "This is not you before, this is the real you, understand? Black cat. Only you are the only one in this world."
Xiaoyu saw the expectations for him in his eyes...
She took a step back, shook her head, and refused, "Mr. Brando, I am not a black cat. In the future, I will only be Yan Xiaoyu."
Brando pursed his thin lips slightly, his eyes were complicated, but he didn't answer.
"It's time for me to go." Xiaoyu turned around and walked towards the door. Finally, when he reached the door, he turned back and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't say any blessings to you on the most important day of the year.
I saw that you didn’t make a wish just now... Finally, I wish you that all your wishes will come true in the new year."
After saying that, he unscrewed the doorknob and walked out——
Brando looked at her back, and the curve of the corners of his lips gradually fell. Finally, he looked at the oil painting on the easel, and whispered to himself in a judgmental manner, "There is still a lot to be done... The black cat..."
Didn't he make a wish?
That's because he doesn't need to make a wish.
In the past five years, he has had only one wish, goal, and hope in his heart——
He wants a black cat.
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Xiaoyu left the studio and walked around the long corridor. Just when he was about to open the door and go back to the conference room, he heard a servant talking in the living room.
"Oh my god, Mr. Brando is so picky and demanding, how could he accept it?"
"Yes, Mr. Brando has extremely high requirements for food, both in terms of appearance and taste. He even refuses to accept any flaws. He has changed so many chefs in the kitchen."
"Not to mention the appearance, the taste..." the servant paused and wrinkled his nose, "I'm too lazy to eat it. I put too much butter and didn't beat the eggs hard enough. The bottom of the cake was as hard as turning my head.
With so much cream, I...can't even eat it."
"Have you noticed that Mr. Brando treats Miss Jane differently than before?" Another asked, mysteriously, "In the past, although we even knew that Miss Jane had the right to speak and command in front of Mr. Brando,
But I have never seen him be so bold towards Miss Jane..."
"Okay, okay, Mr. Brando and Miss Jane are still in the studio. Let's not discuss it anymore. Let's pack up and leave."
There was a rustling, and the two quickly cleaned up and ran out.
Xiaoyu waited until there was really no sound, then walked out, opened the door, and saw that the cake box and the remnants on the table had long since disappeared.
She didn't know it yet, but her cake turned out to be much tastier than she imagined.
She also didn’t know that Brando had the power of preferential treatment to her that she could never imagine... At least, for a person like Brando, if he put something like that down his stomach and ate it all without leaving any bite, that was
Incredible.
After a pause, Xiaoyu glanced at the end of the long corridor behind the door, finally shook his head, said nothing, stepped away, and hurried back to his room where he was resting.
There was some information placed on the table in the room. When she walked in and took a look, it turned out to be a report on the specific experimental conditions of this research site.