[Tutorial] Butterfly Effect

To be honest, Hayato Gokuji really doesn't have much talent for picking up girls.It's amusing that an Italian man doesn't have this innate skill.Outsiders say that Italian men are very fraternal, they love all beauties, and they are not stingy with their praise.As long as you can seduce a woman, sweet talk and gift offensive are not a problem.

And he seems to be a different kind - always awkward, with a bit of toughness.He never turns when he speaks, and he is not as gentle and amiable as others, and he can't even say good things.Maybe it's because the blood of Japanese tradition still flows in his bones, he is not as romantic as others.Ah Qing also likes this.She understands that many people are just talking, but prison temple is doing it with heart.Although he never said touching words of love, he always gave her a shoulder of trust.

"It's raining so hard today..." Ah Qing looked at the pouring rain outside the window and said, holding her chin.She looked a little disappointed, after all, no one likes sticky rainy days.

The rainwater spread along the arc of the eaves, and a column of water slid out of the corner, and the raindrops made a tinkling sound on the window panes.The dark sky was gray and lost the purity of the blue sky in the past.

On such a stormy day, even the mood became sticky and gloomy.She couldn't help scratching the documents on the paper with some depression, and became dejected.The faint sound of thunder lingered in the sky, and the sky alternated between light and dark, and strangely shaped lightning flashed across the gray sky.

"It's better to do more when you have time to complain." Yunque still leaned leisurely on the office chair, lazily looking up at the woman whose mood was covered by the rain.Of course, because of the sudden heavy rain, he was not in a good mood, and his tone of voice couldn't help but be a bit heavier.

"Got it, got it." Ah Qing waved his hand impatiently, and accelerated the speed of reviewing in his hand.

After signing the pile of documents like assembly line work, she stretched her waist and exercised her already healed muscles and bones.The injury has healed, but there is a small scar on her right shoulder.For Ah Qing, who has always loved beauty, it was really a big blow.

The curved and sexy collarbone has elegant ups and downs, but a little further down, there is a faint, flesh-pink scar domineeringly stationed there.Men with scars are sexy and vicissitudes, but what about women with scars...?It didn't make her happy at all.Until the elusive Liudao Mukuro in Kirimori's office suggested, go get a tattoo.

Ah Qing thought about it carefully, and actually felt that this proposal was good.Then a beautiful butterfly appeared on her right shoulder, dancing gracefully with its coquettish wings winding on her shoulder.Coulom thought the tattoos were beautiful, and so did she.Prison Temple just frowned calmly, as if surprised by her behavior.

The eyes of men and women are still different.But what qualifications does a man who is keen on gothic accessories say about her, she just wrinkled her face mischievously and made a face at him.

"I'm done! I can disappear." Ah Qing raised her posture, winked at Yunque, who was taking a nap with her eyes closed, and then walked out of the office.

Skylark naturally knew what she was going to do, he opened his beautiful red phoenix eyes, and looked at the woman's figure slowly covered by the closed door, his expression suddenly sank.He opened the drawer in his right hand and took out a document.

He has been investigating things about the witnesses, but the current situation is developing in a direction that cannot be controlled.Skylark's information acquisition is always faster than others, and the current data shows that all witnesses died during marriage and love, without exception.Even if they didn't record it in their handbooks, all signs indicate that the curse of few relatives does exist.

It was as if someone had written the script in advance, prepared the stage, and was just waiting for her to stage the final farewell.but why?This is not destiny, nor should it be.Skylark, who never believed in these things, felt ridiculous about this fate, and also had a little interest.

The herbivores in front of them have fallen in love without exception.If there is nothing wrong with the record, then disaster is likely to come.Such a situation is like the time of death, and it is the woman's turn to go on the road.Although Ah Qing's death or life is a matter of no pain to him, this feeling makes him very uncomfortable.It's like all freedom is controlled by someone, and there is no vitality at all.

Skylark turned his head to look at the violent storm outside the window, faintly threatening to collapse.He narrowed his dangerous eyes slightly, and the brimming azure blue looked chilling in the endless black color—maybe the real crisis is about to come.

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When Ah Qing saw the prison temple, he was frowning and looking at the documents in front of him, with an unburned cigarette between his fingers.Curls of smoke obscured the scene in front of him.

Smoking has become a habit of Prison Temple, especially when he is overwhelmed and needs to vent, he will always light a cigarette between his slender fingers and burn it quietly.

At first Ah Qing didn't like the smell of cigarettes, but the longer she looked at him, the more she felt that the prison temple looked very good smoking.The slender fingers with well-defined joints, the deep and beautiful facial features, are lingering with the faint smell of tobacco.The way she pursed her lips slightly was very blurry, and the white smoke pouring out of her mouth made her feel like she was looking at flowers through the fog, mixed with the warmth and softness that was rarely seen in ordinary times.

Prison Temple raised his eyes slightly, looking at the woman leaning against the door looking at him.Then he turned his eyes slightly awkwardly and signaled the secretary to go out.Ah Qing smiled and greeted the honest secretary wearing glasses, but the other party nodded timidly as if avoiding poison, and left in a hurry without looking up at her.

It seems that she is not very popular with women...but it is normal.Then she turned her head and looked at the man holding the document with a serious face.

Ah Qing pulled out the chair and sat down, leaned her hands on the secretary's desk, and looked at him with her cheeks propped up.I never thought this guy's face was so pleasing to the eye when I was making noise before, but now it is getting more and more attractive, like an addictive poppy, full of temptation.

"Hey, why do you woman keep looking at me?" Prison Temple frowned slightly, not sure if it was because of the roughness of the tobacco passing through the throat and reaching the lungs, his voice was a little hoarse.

"Others always say that a serious man looks the best. So I'll just look at you." Ah Qing's mouth was filled with a gentle smile as always, and his black eyes were like pearls in a dark room, shining brightly.

"What are you talking about?" Prison Temple pursed his thin lips straight, his face flushed slightly.He quickly lowered his head and continued to look at the document in his hand, as if he was ashamed of the other party's bold words.

Ah Qing laughed lightly a few times, with a bit of banter.No matter how much time has passed, she is still a person with richer emotional experience than Prison Temple, and she is also much older.She is naturally much more mature than the innocent man she first fell in love with.And making fun of Prison Temple has become a must-have program for her every day - because his blushing appearance is so cute, even the roots of his ears are slightly pink.

Even the faint thunder roaring outside the window and the strangely shaped lightning winding across the sky became softer.

Ah Qing turned his gaze back, looked at the various documents on the secretary's desk, and couldn't help but read them one by one.Compared with the documents in Yunshou's office, the ones here are much more cumbersome.After all, compared to the light-hearted Skylark, the prison temple that is doing its work in full swing is more able to share the affairs of the leader.

It seems that the subordinates in Lanshou's office are under a lot of pressure. Although the boss is much more talkative than Yunshou's, this is directly under the chief's office, and it is a place where various important matters are passed, so we should not take it lightly.

"What is this...?" Ah Qing's eyes locked on a document with a golden edge, which looked very solemn, but it had not been approved yet.

Seeing the content, her eyes suddenly sank.

It was a document sent by the Francisco family, hoping to talk to the leader of Pengelie about Viola's marriage... and the object was Hayato Lanshouji.It seems that the eldest lady of the other party is very fond of this man who matches her piano sound.Is the compatibility of Qin Se and Ming so important?

Ah Qing picked up the document in front of him, and the mood in his heart was as bad as the wind and rain outside the window, sticky and wet.It seems that Lanshou really sent everything to Lanshou's office, even his own marriage.She suddenly had the urge to tear up the document in front of her.

But it seems that it's not good to brush people's face.

She tilted her head, looking at the man who was completely unaware of this and was reading other documents.She knew that the prison temple was not the kind of person who could be manipulated by others, and would not be easily swayed by a piece of paper.

"Hey."

"What are you doing?" He raised his head, a green lake flowing in his eyes.

"do you like me?"

"...Why do you ask this question suddenly." He scratched his cheek inexplicably, as if he was a little shy about this question.The voice was also rarely shy.

Ah Qing suddenly laughed. She shook the document in her hand and asked jokingly, "The Francisco family wants you to be their son-in-law."

Prison Temple's face was cloudy and uncertain, and finally turned into cloudy clouds.He raised his eyebrows, got up and strode towards Ah Qing to pick up the document, his glass-ball-like clear eyes moved with the words on the paper, and his complexion became darker as he got to the back, as if Dissatisfied with the proposal of the other family.

Then he put down the file and slapped it on the table.

"I will send the document without error, but my meaning will also be conveyed." He said in a deep voice, his magnetic voice was deep and terrifying.

For so many years, as the leader's right and left hand, he has been doing his best for Peng Lie. For the benefit of the family, he can abandon what he originally owned without blinking an eye, but this is the only thing he can't do.And the leader who knows him will definitely make the right choice for this matter.

Prison Temple took a sip of the cigarette in his hand, and white smoke overflowed from his mouth and disappeared.

"Smoking, just smoke, don't get so close to me, it's so choking." Ah Qing complained softly to the prison temple, with a bit of seductive coquettishness.

She is too clear about the intention of the prison temple, he never personally said that he likes her, nor has he made any promises, but she doesn't care.At least the things this person decided never changed, like being by her side.

She prefers such a prison temple to sweet talk.

"...I'm sorry. I'm used to it." Prison Temple withdrew his last gaze from the document and turned to Qing's face.

Ah Qing lightly smoked the cigarette from his mouth, extinguished it in the ashtray, and laughed, like a tree full of pear blossoms blooming overnight.She gently changed the other's neck, with a playful arc on her lips.

"Compared to smoking, why don't you get used to me..." She whispered on the lips of the prison temple, her winking eyes seemed to be seduced by ancient times, and then she kissed her gently.

Filled with lotus fragrance mixed with the lingering tobacco smell, the man's handsome face was filled with astonishment and shyness, and he closed those gray-green eyes that looked like jewels.

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Recently my articles are always being censored, so sorry QAQ

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