After Becoming a Little Sister

"..."

Des Moines took a deep breath and his expression became serious: "This is not a funny joke."

"What, you bastard!" The girl pouted, muttering something dissatisfied, then snorted coldly, and stood up again: "I won't talk to you anymore! I thought you were an interesting guy, but I didn't expect you to be an idiot! "

She poked Des Moines on the head, and the muscles of Des Moines body tensed up, but the hand he was holding loosened in the next second.

Behind the girl, a woman in a funny banana mask stands in the doorway of the church, with one hand thrust into a sun protection coat.

He was familiar with this posture - the other party was carrying a gun.

And this person is a master!Whether it is breathing or temperament, they are absolute masters!

Compared to the girl in front of me, I don't know how much better she is... Bodyguard?

So which family's daughter is this?No wonder he is so savage and capricious.

Too aboveboard strike-ups, too obvious security guards, and too nonsensical dialogue.

On the contrary, Des Moines' psychological warning line was slightly pulled down, and he did not realize the seriousness of the matter.

He breathed out: "Miss, if you have nothing to do, then I will take my leave first."

He stood up, nodded with the priest, and walked out the door.

After walking a few steps, he seemed unable to hold back, turned his head and walked to the priest again, and whispered a few words in his ear.

The priest's expression changed, he covered his mouth in embarrassment, and couldn't help glancing at the girl.

The girl smiled heartlessly. The smile was very innocent, unruly and cute, weak and deceitful, silly, sweet and self-willed.

Even through the veil, she couldn't hide the delicacy of the wealthy daughter—it was a coincidence that she was still unaware of it.

If this kind of person hadn't relied on being rich and powerful and being cute and cute, he would have been beaten by the society long ago.

Put it in the novel that cannot be said, it must be cleaned up, it is a fringe role that must be hung up like this and that, and that and that.

Either it was a high-end small pot of green tea stepped on by a white lotus, or it was a vicious villain, but it didn't end well in the end.

Des Moines can't afford to be angry with this kind of girl who comes to the island of worry-free to enjoy the sun, beach, waves and cacti. In his opinion, even if this kind of girl doesn't provoke someone who can't afford it now, she will be angry with her in the future because of her savage temper. Being hurt is probably the so-called fate.

How about accumulating yin and virtue and studying more? If you don't learn, you can't be polite.

The Poseidon docked at Worry-free Island, and there were many business leaders from the Asia-Pacific region on the maiden voyage ceremony. This kind of girl probably came to gain knowledge with her family, and thought that her own living room was everywhere, and everyone was an employee that she could handle.

Des Moines left the church, and the priest kept his mouth shut in silence, with a dignified appearance.

The girl walked to the side of the donation box, took out her pocket, took out a small sachet and stuffed it in.

The priest frowned, intending to say something, but his lips moved and then stopped.

The girl gave her a charming smile, her phoenix eyes reflected the sparkling lake light, then turned around humming a song and left.

"Don't dare to ask for directions in the middle of the night~ I'm afraid I'll go to the depths of the flowers~"

When she got to the door, the girl stopped, waved her fan, and spun half a circle as if dancing, with her skirt raised.

The tactful drama is directly full——

"People say that in the depths of the flowers~ there is an old lover~ sewing embroidery~an old man with a peaceful face~still waiting for that~the returnee~"

The fan was like a palace flower in her hand, the skirt was mixed with light and shadow in an instant, and the fragrance of blooming shocked the vision.

It's like a fragrance that can be felt by the eyes, and hits the face through the way of sympathy.

The eyes of the old priest flickered, and he only felt that he was in a hundred gardens at this moment, surrounded by all kinds of fragrances.

But then, the girl withdrew her brilliance again, lifted her skirt with a smile like a silver bell, and disappeared into the sunlight at the door.

Feeling lost, the old priest remembered something after a while, opened the donation box and took out the small sachet.

There seemed to be something stuffed in the sachet, and the hand was pressed heavily.

The old priest opened the sachet, shook out the contents, and a golden coin fell on the table, spinning twice and stopped.

The gold coin has sharp edges and corners in the shape of the sun, a hideous skull and sheep's head engraved on the front, and an inverted cross on the back.

Also wrapped around the inverse cross is an indescribable collection of strips - what looks like a flying mass of spaghetti.

"..."

The old priest subconsciously looked away, only feeling that he had suffered a heavy blow on the spiritual level, as if someone had covered his face with holy shit.

Who are these people...

……

……

"Who? Of course the bad guys."

Alia, waving a cheap plastic advertising fan, stepped barefoot on the golden sand.

"Bad guy? Then why not just—"

Bai Li made a quick kill gesture.

"It's like this! It's still like this——!"

Aaliyah repeated two seemingly similar actions.

Baili thought for a while, from top to bottom: "This way!"

"Then you want to do him, not catch him." Aliya shook her head: "This is not good, I am using this person."

"No, isn't he a bad guy?"

"Yeah, heinous, the kind that won't be wronged if you kill it directly. Among the twelve holy sons of the Silver Cross, except for a few who are in charge of scientific research, they have no bad deeds. Every other one must have slipped through the net."

Aliya paused, looked down at a shell on the beach, and picked it up: "But, you have to let these guys show their value. It's a redemption. Prisoners still have labor reform."

"Is there no problem?"

"Maybe, maybe not, it depends on your mood." Aliya threw the shell out: "I left them a small gift, it's a bug, you can try to eavesdrop on their arrangements— Might be able to hear something useful."

"Huh? When was it released?"

"I threw it in front of him, the gold coin I pinched to play with before."

"Then people will take it with them?"

"You just need to give him some psychological hints." Aliya shook her head indifferently: "However, relying on those methods is purely to add fun. After boarding the ship, as long as the parties start to fight, they will be arrested immediately. Des Moines, try not to kill him if you can catch him, this man is quite useful."

"Then when can we kill?"

"When you can't catch it, the matter that can be solved with two aerial bombs, don't let him go."

"Okay... where are we going next?"

"To meet someone—my ex-boyfriend." Aliya raised her fan to cover half of her face: "My lover who was unswerving until death... It's a pity that he didn't die."

"???"

……

……

A hotel in Wuyou Island Silver Moon Resort

Ah Zha is sitting with money worshiper Ah Bai, eating seafood.

"What do you mean?" Bai Jin said angrily, "Why do you keep asking about her!"

"Tsk!" Ajah frowned and said, "Don't be so suspicious, I brought you here to get engaged, what else do you want? I'm just asking! Don't you think that Alia is more...cough, interesting? Make friends or something."

"If you make it clear—"

"Okay, how do you make friends?" A voice came from behind them.

Before the two of them turned their heads, a girl put her arms around their shoulders and poked her head over, "Are you having fun?"

The gold-worshiping Abai stared wide-eyed: "Ah, ah, Aya?!"

"Well, long time no see." Aliya kissed her forehead and said softly: "What's the matter, my dear, you look so surprised, are you unhappy seeing me?"

"..."

For some reason, Bai Jin felt that the Aliya in front of him and the weak and lovely Ai Liya he knew were completely two people.

If one is a kitten, then the other is a tiger in a kitten puppet costume, just lying on its stomach, yawning and licking its fur, pretending to be a cat.

She rolled her throat and forced a smile: "Very, very good, you want to play too?"

"You guys are engaged, why don't I come." Aliya looked Ajar up and down: "This classmate, you look familiar."

"Cough... Classmate Ai, I sent you flowers before." Ah Zha's face was a little ugly: "You don't remember me?"

"Oh—send flowers!" Aliya suddenly realized, and then shook her head: "I don't remember, there are a lot of people who send me flowers, and there are a lot of them every day."

"Student Ai, it's meaningless to say such things." Ah Zha was a little dissatisfied: "Could you be jealous of your best friend?"

Bai Jin shrank his neck and dared not speak, he felt that the other party's hand was touching between his neck, and the soft little hand was as cold as a knife.

"How could it be, Ah Bai is my brother and sister, my beloved relatives and friends - I need to pay more!"

She made a joke, and then snapped her fingers: "The congratulatory gift is brought in, and this gentleman doesn't believe that I receive a lot of flowers every day, which makes me very sad. Why didn't I see my suitor today?"

A gold-rimmed maid folded her hands in front of her with a smile, and bowed slightly: "It's our work mistake, please wait a moment."

Ah Jag and the gold worshiper Abai looked at the maid in confusion, especially the gold worshiper Abai: "Aya, that's you... uh, the hotel staff?"

"That's right." Aliya pulled over a seat and squeezed between the two of them: "There are some things that I have kept from you for a long time, so I should confess."

"Confess what?" The gold worshiper, Abai, was utterly devastated by her anti-customer attitude.

The stronger Aliya is, the more cautious she is, and the weaker Aliya is, the more arrogant she is.

So sometimes Aliya is very curious, how did the little angel find such an interesting little partner in the first place, how fun it is.

"I lied to you before, saying that my family is a small business, but it's not."

As Aliya spoke, she grabbed the seafood on the table and peeled the shells by herself, then pointed to the many hotel buildings in the resort looking out of the open-air restaurant with the lobster pliers: "All the hotels you can see now have my family's shares, My family has bought a lot of real estate, and some people say that my dad has a net worth of [-] billion yuan, which is more than Li Cucumber..."

Aza blinked, and couldn't help laughing.

Bai Jin's face was blue and white, and he tugged at the hem of her clothes: "Aya, don't make such a joke, if you like seafood, can I treat you to eat?"

"I didn't lie to you." Aliya swallowed the lobster meat and sucked her fingers: "Do you think I'm joking?"