Donglingce patted the seat beside him: "sit here."

Baoye sits down and immediately smells the faint fragrance from donglingce.

He looked at the wooden delivery car in front of him. On the first floor were red wine and red wine cups, and on the second floor were two dishes covered with stainless steel round high lids. They were very advanced, and it was easy to imagine that there were exquisite meals inside.

Baoye raises his eyebrows and really wants to invite him to dinner?

He looked at donglingce, who was laughing more evilly, and found that the disease was different from other slave owners.

In the face of slaves, the slave owners always put on a high attitude, showing all kinds of contempt and disdain in the eyes. They think that slaves are the dirtiest and cheapest thing in the world. Therefore, they will never let slaves get close to them within one meter.

But donglingce didn't despise him, and he never thought he was dirty. He also asked him to come to the car and to his side, but he didn't know what he wanted him to do here.

Donglingce gently pushed the red wine bottle on the seat beside him with his index finger and said, "I'm going to have a dinner party in my villa tonight. There will be many demigods coming to my villa to taste red wine. It is one of my favorite drinks. It not only has a refreshing color, but also has an intoxicating fragrance. So, before you drink, you should smell it deeply in the glass... "

His voice is sexy and charming. He sniffs red wine while speaking, just like tasting red wine. His expression is intoxicating: "you can enjoy the fragrance of red wine, and then..."

Speaking of this, donglingce stops abruptly and squints at Baoye: "I haven't drunk it since the pus blood from the sarcoma on your face flowed into my red wine."

Baoye sneered: "you invited me to dinner just to say this?"

Dongling CE raised his mouth to look out of the window and said with a smile, "here we are."

As the words fell, the limousine stopped.

Baoye looks around. They are near the construction site.

As it was lunch time, the slaves hid in the cave for lunch, so the construction site was very quiet.

"What are we doing here?"

"Eat."

The driver gets out of the car and opens the door for Baoye.

Baoye looks at donglingce, gets out of the car and asks, "master, do you want me to help you out?"

That's what I asked, but I didn't mean to help.

Dongling CE picked a pick eyebrow heart: "I'm full."

"Are you full?" Baoye squints and thinks to himself: This is not a mental illness. Do you want to play games with him?

The driver lifted the delivery cart out of the car: "young master Jin, please follow me."

Baoye thinks donglingce will not kill him, so he leaves with the driver.

All the way, the driver didn't speak.

Baoye scans his eyes from left to right to observe the situation around him. Although he has not been here for a long time, it is very open here. It is easy to remember what buildings are near the construction site.

He saw the driver go straight ahead, his sight could not help but look forward to the distance, a dilapidated wooden house fell into his eyes.

Baoye gives a fierce puff from the corner of his eye.

He remembered that the dilapidated wooden house was a simple toilet for slaves. The structure was similar to that of an ancient hut. It was built on top of a septic tank and covered with several boards. Then, the slaves squatted on two large boards for convenience.

When the slaves were on the tuba, the sound of excrement falling into the cesspool could be heard clearly.