Billionaire’s Reborn Baby Chapter 118


    Recently, Vincent was buried in thepany’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 alwaysnd 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 seeded 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


    shed 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 vor, 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 cor 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.


    Strangely, she seemed to be looking forward to his touch.


    …


    ‘What was I thinking.’


    Emily shook her head. Ah, yes, Vincent’s birthday. What birthday present was she going to get him?


    Vincent didn’t need anything, what can she get him?


    “Miss Emily.” Outside the door came Rex’s voice, “There is a game tonight, are youing to


    observe?”


    Emily replied, “Sure.”


    What game?


    Competition?


    She rushed to the arena, and saw no one. When she walked towards the study, she saw a few guards


    and Rex sitting in a projection room.


    They sat upright in their seats with 3-D sses on their faces.


    Seeing Emily enter, the guard waved to her, “Come, this is reserved for you.”


    Emily looked at the remaining dozen or so empty sofas and smiled awkwardly, “Appreciated.”


    She found a seat to sit down, Rex handed her a pair of sses, the guard brought milk tea and


    popcorn over.


    Emily, “…”


    She went to the cinema 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


    never go to the cinema again.


    However, this was not a movie.


    “It’s on! It’s on!” The guards said excitedly.


    The big screen in front of them was ying 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 ofputers with other members. The camera pulled in front of him several


    times, and it could be seen that his expression was very serious.


    A few of his team members were also very serious. It seemed that one of them wasn’t particrly


    serious. He was rotating a pen and asionally 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 person in Randy’s team


    who wasn’t particrly serious stood up and took it.


    “…”


    After a few seconds of silence, the barrage went crazy.


    “Holy crap! This is apetition! Why are you drinking the dam milk tea! It’s already picking heroes!


    You bastard!”


    “Do you think it’s in your house?! Do you know how much we bet on your team?! Pull yourself


    together!”


    “Forget about milk tea. Just tell me if you can win tonight.”


    “If you lose, then you’re finished.”


    “If you lose, stop drinking milk tea, drink my urine!”


    “That bastard must be bribed!”


    “If they lose this game, that bastard must be fired.”


    “???”


    Because it was a live broadcast, after a few rollingments, filthyments were handled. And the


    camera was switch back to Randy’ team and their opponent.


    Both sides were choosing heroes, but the team on this side was well-prepared. There was almost no


    dialogue. Each of them knew whichne they were going, so they chose heroes without hesitate. Then,


    they calmly waited for the other side to choose.


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    When 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 locked at him. As he drank milk


    tea, he muttered something. The subtitles were followed up in real time below.


    “I’m hungry, and I want to eat a chicken wing…”


    The barrage exploded again.


    “Holy crap! What the hell did you do before the game?!”


    “F**********!!!”


    “Calm down, don’t get excited. He’s new. Besides, the other old members are here. He should be a


    support.”


    “I hope he doesn’t drag Randy down.”


    “I hope so.”


    One of Randy’s team chose to go top. When it came to Randy to pick, he looked at the one drinking


    milk tea and sighed as he chose a support.


    The barrage went crazy again.


    “Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!”


    “WTF? What did Randy pick?!”


    ” … support.”


    “The captain picked a support?! What the hell are they doing?!”


    “I don’t care. I’m going to refund the money! I’m out. I want my money back.”


    After the opponent had finished picking, it was finally thest member of Randy’s team, Milk Tea Bro, to


    pick a hero. There were already a top, an AD Carry, a mid and a support.


    Logically speaking, that Milk Tea Bro ought to y jungle. However, this bro seemed to be blind. He


    picked an AD Carry which couldn’t take much damage. (Female role)


    Randy’s team was famous for not ying female roles, but he seemed to exist specifically to defeat


    this team.


    Randy probably didn’t expect it, and he was chocked. He even red fiercely at Milk Tea Bro. Who


    knew that he would still turn the pen in his hand and asionally lower his head to suck a mouthful of


    milk tea? Howfortable for him.


    The barrage went insane.


    “…”


    “…”


    “Kill me.”