mud buddha

Nibel looked at Benoit with lowered eyelids, his thick eyelashes drooping.This inevitably reminded Benoit of the scene last night.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the marks left on Nibel's neck yesterday, and asked him, "Is this something that doesn't need to be covered?"

"There's nothing to hide," Nibel replied.

Benoit grasped Nibel's waist thoughtfully, pressed him on his lap, and raised his head to kiss Nibel.

Between the steady sound of wheels and the regular sound of horseshoes, sporadic moans occasionally overflowed from the tight lips, like the splash of a stone thrown into the water.

In the not-so-wide space, the surrounding walls seemed to be getting narrower and narrower. In the end, Nibel's senses could only focus on Benoit. He clamped Benoit between his legs and hugged him vigorously.

"Sometimes I feel that things between me and you always seem to be going smoothly." Benoit kissed the corner of Nibel's mouth, a little absent-minded. "Maybe Bastian is right, I always have someone to help me."

"why do you say so?"

"I thought he would continue to embarrass you."

"He doesn't have the guts." Niebel stroked Benoit's hair and raised his body slightly to prevent Benoit from feeling too heavy. "He's cynical and suspicious, and he can't do much."

"Then he will continue to run that hotel, in case he..."

"Well," Nibel pursed his lips and smiled slightly: "Although I said I won't seek revenge from him, there are always risks in doing business. Today it's me, and tomorrow it might be him."

"Do you have a solution?"

"Well, you don't have to worry." He blinked and kissed again, Benoit leaned back in the chair, his face was flushed, and his eyes were watery.

The carriage drove into a small town and walked slowly along the main road.After entering, first pass a circular square, and then several low houses, painted in colorful colors, each surrounded by fences.Going further in, the road gradually divides into three small lanes, one of which ends at a medium-sized church, and on the right hand side leads to a vegetable market, where many people are pushing small carts and selling goods.The road in the middle stretches farther, and after walking for a while, I saw three or two houses.

"Here it is, sir." Joe stopped the car.

Then Nibel got out of the car first, adjusted his collar, then turned around and stretched out his hand, and stood motionless by the car door.A white and delicate hand was stretched out from the carriage to cover Nibel's upturned palm, and then Joe saw his master bowed his head down.

He pushed Charlie: "Is our young master feeling unwell again?"

"No." Charlie squinted his eyes: "I think the master looks very good, look, his face is flushed."

Joe squeezed his chin: "It's true when you say that. Mr. Roswell is really amazing, much smarter than those doctors before."

"If you want me to say, the young master was still sick before, nothing else."

Seeing the two of Nibel approaching, Joe felt like shutting up, and stabbed Charlie to signal him to shut up too.

"Just wait here, thank you, we'll be back soon." Nibel nodded towards them.

"It's getting late, let them find a restaurant here to have a meal first." Benoit said.

"also."

Charlie hurriedly thanked him, and took Joe away.

The two walked towards the houses, which were built on the hillside and each had a large garden.As he passed one of them, dogs barked in the yard, and Nibel saw two black and white border collies flopping on the railing.

"Here it is." He went to knock on the door.A maid came over wiping her hands, and when she saw it was Nibel, she quickly took the dog aside, turned and ran back to the house.

Nibel folded his arms and waited for 2 minutes. The maid ran out again and opened the door: "Mr. Roswell, please come in."

"This is Guy, with me."

"I know," the maid looked at Benoit in embarrassment, "but the madam said that only you are welcome..."

"He is not in good health and cannot stay outside much."

"Sir, it's not up to me to decide."

"Your wife has such a big house, can't even provide a sofa sheltered from the wind?"

The maid scratched her head: "Then you come in first."

The two dogs were tied to the pillars of the pavilion, and Benoit nodded to the maid: "Thank you, don't be embarrassed, I can sit in the pavilion."

"Then I'll take the dog away."

"No, I really like them." He waved his hand to reassure Nibel to see Mrs. Robinson: "I have had puppies before, but they are not as big as them, only my calves are long."

"How nice is the puppy, it's convenient to take a bath, and it doesn't shed much hair." The maid has a naive personality, and immediately chatted endlessly when she had something to say, Benoit listened quietly, and occasionally smiled .

Entering the living room, Mrs. Robinson was lying on the chaise longue without makeup.She doesn't look very good, her eyebrows are as tough as a man's, the lines of her face are sharp, her eyes reveal determination, and she looks very capable.

"Excuse me." Nibel bowed.

Mrs. Robinson was holding a pure white puppet cat. After Nibel came, the cat jumped out of her arms probably because it was afraid of strangers.Mrs. Robinson clicked her tongue: "I thought you wouldn't come."

She looked at Nibel and saw the marks on his neck: "It seems that after Mr. Roswell was injured, he had some kind of adventure, just like the Count of Monte Cristo met a priest, and you too - met a nobleman. It seems really unbreakable.”

"You've worked so hard this time."

"It's okay, it's just a short period of hard work, and the return is not that small." Mrs. Robinson smiled: "It's just that some people are living a happy life, while others are working hard until late at night. , I feel very unbalanced.”

The corner of Nibel's mouth twitched: "What compensation does Mrs. Robinson want?"

"In fact, I work for you because I have a stake in your winery."

"That's right."

"That Basile, he's got your business idea."

Nibel held her in good faith: "Yes, I didn't notice it at first."

"Of course you didn't notice it, but I did."

"It's great to have your help." I have to admit that Nibel is still somewhat sincere in saying this.

"I originally wanted to sell my part and run away with the money." Mrs. Robinson sighed: "Unfortunately, I have a common problem with women-excessive sympathy. So I moved a little bit, and now those The chateaus are in my name and you are just a shareholder. Basile didn’t notice that, so the chateaux are kept.”

"Your wisdom is as admirable as your compassion."

"Of course. I've also collected some interesting things."

"what?"

"Evidence that Basile, or Bastian, is the owner of the Thrush Hotel. Mainly some signatures, documents and so on."

Nibel raised his eyes: "Sometimes I feel that I am so lucky, no matter what happens, there always seems to be someone helping me."

"I was a widow at the time, and everyone was staring at my inheritance. I wanted to start a business, but those men told me to find someone else to marry. Women don't know anything about business." Mrs. Robinson stood up: "Only you at that time Supporting me, affirmed my value. Sometimes a person only needs an affirmation to be able to settle down and prove himself."

"The main thing is that you have vision and brains, otherwise you will not succeed no matter how many people support you."

Mrs. Robinson laughed: "What are you going to do with Bastian?"

"You all seem to think that I will take revenge on Bastian." Nibel shrugged: "Actually, I don't care much, because it is not difficult for me to make a comeback."

"The evidence in my hand can only prove that Bastian, as the owner of the Thrush Hotel, dressed up as your subordinate to ruin your industry. This actually does not cause substantial harm to him, at most it is some loss of reputation."

"But the evidence you provided is the key link." Nibel smiled: "Mrs. Mill told me some interesting things, enough to send Bastian to prison."