So, was Chen An just threatened?

After Ouyang Bai Sha left, Chen An got up and walked to the window. The typhoon made the window shout loudly. Beans of raindrops kept hitting the window. It sounded like being located in the rain of bullets.

Chen An's finger gently touched his lips smeared with ointment, and then he narrowed his eyes slightly.

There was nothing to be afraid of if a typhoon was fierce, what one should be afraid of was it went away slowly.

The stronger the typhoon, the faster it would disappear. However, this time, it was estimated that the typhoon, which was either big, small, urgent, or slow, would not disappear for several days. In order to keep safe, they had been staying on board for several days.

Although there was an airport left over by the U.S. military on the island, taking off in typhoon weather was not a wise choice, as some private planes crashed due to weather every year.

"Are you really going to give Prince Hae 2 billion?" Holding a club in his hand, Chen An bent down and aimed at the red ball, making a precise putt. The red ball rolled into the ball bag precisely.

A man with golden hair held a club and stood aside like a sculpture. He watched Chen An scored another goal and sighed, "You are worth more than 2 billion in my heart. It is totally beyond money, my dear."

Ivanov's words immediately made Chen An feel sick and his hand could not help shaking, letting the shot failed to score. Chen An turned and sat down in the chair beside him, "It's your turn."

"I am telling the truth!" Ivanov added, fearing that Chen An would not believe what he said.

"Is it? Then give me all your property."

With the ball dropped into the bag with a crisp sound, Ivanov grinned. He looked back at the lazy man beside him and said with a smile, "If you can guarantee that you only love me this life, I will give myself and my property to you."

But the problem was Chen An could not make this promise. The answer was obvious.

"Oh, shit!" Ivanov let out a cry. Just a moment ago, the ship shook and his ball failed to enter the hole, giving the other party a good chance.

Ivanov had no choice but to leave the table and give way to his opponent. He sat on the sofa, raised his head and looked at Chen An. The man with a club in his hand was playing ball intently. Every bend drew the outline of this man's extremely beautiful curves.

Chen An, who was slightly fat last year, had completely changed now. Maybe it was because he had experienced too many things recently. Now he was not only not fat, but even a little thin.

His bony fingers held the club tightly and his rolled-up shirtsleeve revealed his clean wrist that looked like it having been washed with clean water. Chen An, who hadn't had his hair cut for a long time, had long hair and his bangs were almost covering his eyes, making this handsome face look very soft.

It was like... a picture...

Ivanov thought this man was really getting more handsome. His love for this man had also grown stronger. Don't know whether it was because the soul change, Ivanov always felt Chen An was now more and more like the old fox.

"An, the past has passed. You should look more into the future."

"Well, little Ivan grows up, he even teaches his uncle life philosophy." Chen An casually threw something at Ivanov from his pocket.