Red dust kills beauty

Time passed silently, and more than two years passed.

The oolong thing I did last time seemed to have alarmed the people behind the scenes. The other party slid into the mud like a loach, with its tail well hidden.There is only a thousand days to catch a thief, and there is no reason to prevent a thief every day. I am very anxious and suspect that the other party is deliberately messing with my mentality.However, even if Fu Baixue used his status to exert pressure, the southerners only handed over Wu Qi in the end, but this is not what I want at all.

Wu Shang and Zhaoyao entered Yujingchun smoothly, but the Self-Defense Forces had a lot of opinions on us because of this matter.

And there is another thing that makes me feel incredible-Fu Baixue retired from the front line of the Self-Defense Forces, after the people of the Self-Defense Forces privately troubled Zhaoyao.

After all, Zhaoyao is Fu Baixue's student, and I have tried to put him in more than once, but Zhaoyao refused every time.But this does not affect that in the eyes of others, he is a reserve member of the Self-Defense Forces.So when I knew that the young man in the Self-Defense Force was making trouble, I just told him not to beat him to death.

Because it is obvious that the other party was incited by others, but I don't understand why I am all alone now, why I still don't let go after being bitten to death.

At that time, Zhaoyao just muttered something troublesome, but didn't say anything.On the other hand, the witch merchant snorted and said that if it wasn't for Fu Baixue's face, those people would have died long ago.

Since entering Yujingchun, the witch merchants have been like a fish in water, and their positions have been rising.He is more ruthless than Zhaoyao, and has left a bad reputation in Yanbei, and because he never shows mercy, the Self-Defense Forces dare not trouble him.

In my opinion, this is a very common thing, but Lao Bai exploded—it is not appropriate to say "explosion", I feel more like he exploded after he couldn't bear it.

Fu Baixue is a quiet person, and his outbursts are also silent.

When he came to my place for tea this time, I noticed that he was not wearing his signature kaftan, but a very ordinary gray pullover.Thinking about it again, it seems that he hasn't dressed like that for a long time.

I've said many times that our clothes are custom made and have a special meaning, it's almost a status symbol.After I left, Fu Baixue would still deliver new clothes regularly, but I never wore them again.Occasionally seeing him wearing a newly made gown, and thinking of the other one in the closet that will probably never be opened, I also feel a little sour in my heart.

So I jokingly asked: "Why are you so plain recently, are you tired of wearing clothes?"

Fu Baixue put down his teacup, as if saying that he dropped a business card, understating: "I'm not the captain anymore."

I looked at him in astonishment.

He didn't mean to explain, he just said: "If there is no other person in those beautiful clothes, it would be meaningless to wear them."

"..."

My mind was in a mess, so I forced a smile and said, "Ah, that's just right, you saved a lot of money."

He sighed: "Who said it wasn't."

There was nothing to say between us—and it has always been like this since that time—we just watched in silence the steam rising from the teacup and slowly dissipating.

Numerous scenes of being side by side with him in the past emerged in my mind, and there were also scenes of memories of us working hard together for the establishment of the Self-Defense Force.And I know that Fu Baixue at this moment is also recalling these past events.

...Forget it, it's all over.

When it was getting late, Fu Baixue declined my dinner invitation and left under the sunset.I leaned in front of the main entrance to watch him leave, and saw a shiny black luxury car slowly approaching, stopped for a moment when passing by Fu Baixue - I'm not sure if they had met their eyes - and passed by Pass.

The car stopped in front of my eyes, and Fu Baixue drifted away.

I looked away from the man's tall back, and when I lowered my eyes, I saw that the window of the passenger seat had been rolled down, and the witch merchant was lying on the window, looking at me with a smile.

"Come back to your senses. If you look again, Mr. Fu will not come back."

I always feel that what he said meant something, but I didn't intend to care too much about it.These two people seem to have some tacit rules since the incident more than a year ago. Fu Baixue never interferes with me when he comes to the witch merchant, and even avoids it on purpose, but at most twice a week, and never again. That ambiguous atmosphere.

I was very annoyed at the beginning, and decided my assignment for them without even discussing it.But when I think about it later, my messy way of dealing with feelings will only make matters worse—not to mention that Fu Baixue has no objections, so what else can I say.

I withdrew my thoughts and dragged the honest driver Zhaoyao out of the driver's seat. The child—it seems that he should be called a teenager now—was stunned: "But the car hasn't entered the garage yet."

"You just let him bully you." I said angrily, this kid was really stupid and gave me a headache, "He's so much older than you, let him drive in by himself."

"...Huh?" The witch merchant's dissatisfied and coquettish voice was drawn out from behind: "Brother~ you are biased——"

"Who cares about you!" I didn't look back.

Tonight's dinner is a clear noodle soup that I have recently figured out.Recently, Wu Shang and Zhaoyao have been growing up like crazy, and the two teenagers complained of bone pain every day.I thought about supplementing my body, so I stewed pork bone and beef bone soup in different ways, but this stinky boy Wu Shang is too delicate, he held his nose and drank it for three days, and then refused to drink any more.

Zhaoyao also had a disheveled look on her face, obviously not interested in luscious things.

I had a terrible headache, and later I improved the taste and made it into a soup base for cooking noodles. Finally, the two young masters reluctantly moved their chopsticks.

Seeing the dinner on the table, Wu Shang's expression collapsed, and then he exchanged helpless eyes with Zhaoyao, and the two dragged their chairs away together.I pretended I didn't see it, and calmly put a piece of fried meat on the rice - anyway, I don't grow up, so I don't need to eat those things.

After the two boys ate most of it, I asked what I had been holding back all night: "What's wrong with Lao Bai?"

The witch merchant seems to intend to build his own intelligence network, and he is already developing more and more like the future intelligence minister. It is absolutely no problem to ask him these questions.

He seemed to have received an amnesty, just now he was still looking reluctant, he was putting a noodle into his mouth one after another, when he heard the words, he pushed the soup bowl away, and said in an almost courteous tone: " Oh, I know that."

I was amused by how almost every cell in him was resisting picky eaters, and I couldn't help but curl my lips.Seeing me smile, he laughed too—not a sneer, but a gentle and soft smile—and moved a little closer, as if he wanted to do something.

I stared at him, and glanced at Zhaoyao who was sitting on the other side of me.

While we were chatting, Zhaoyao secretly picked out the noodles in the bowl, put them under his feet, and then swallowed with a gurgling sound, and his chopsticks were empty.I glanced over there indiscriminately, good guy, he actually summoned Fenrir in order not to eat dinner.

Such a big white wolf huddled pitifully behind the chair, trying his best to clean up the soup in Zhaoyao's bowl, while pretending to be a fluffy blanket.

...Does this brat really think I'm blind?

I suddenly wanted to know if those teachers who teach in private schools feel the same as me when they see the students under the podium holding up their textbooks and stealing noodles.

The witch merchant seemed very dissatisfied with my distraction, and stretched out his toes to lightly touch my calf.

I was wearing a pair of gray house trousers. The weather was cold, and Wu Shang replaced the sandals with cotton shoes, but did not wear cotton socks.He probably went to take a bath just now, and his dry and cold toes lightly rested on my calf, rubbing it lightly for a while, then rubbed my skin with the back of his foot, and slowly probed upwards.

"..." I glared at him, turned my body slightly, trying to avoid him.

The witch merchant returned an innocent smile, he seemed not ready to eat at all, he looked at me with one hand resting on his back, his dark eyes looked bright.

As his face grew older, the soft and beautiful outlines of the past faded away, and it became more masculine and heroic, but it was still good-looking.This good looks mixed with his deep and gloomy temperament, turned into a beauty that stings like a blue coral snake①.

Did I mention that I kind of like his tone, like his pheromones, malevolent and charming.

My backing down aroused his interest, and he chased after me, dipped his bare feet into his trousers, and gently rubbed my bony ankle against the hollow of my leg.I pursed my lips, changed my center of gravity, and raised Erlang's legs high.

He was excited, his eyes flashed like a child seeing a toy, and he put his foot on my thigh with great interest, first with his heel, then with the sole of his foot, pressing my buttocks gently——

"Ah!" I thought it was me who cried out, but then I found out that it was Zhaoyao.

Fenrir didn't seem to want to continue eating noodles, so he bit his finger, Zhaoyao was startled and yelled.Seeing that we were all looking at him, the silly boy said in a panic, "My chopsticks fell off." Before we could react, he bent down and tried to take Fenrir back.

But—the witch merchant's foot is still on mine—

Hearing a loud "dong", Zhaoyao seemed to be too surprised, and bumped into the dining table when he got up. He seemed to be stunned, and the reaction force made him fall to the ground, and then looked up at us stupidly: "..."

I thought this silly boy was going to find out at last, so I waited for him to ask what we were doing, but he touched the top of his head, which had been knocked out, and asked me a little bit wronged: "Why can the witch merchant put his feet on it?" On your lap, but I can't?"

I:"……"

One time the Shaman was away, and I watched TV with him on the sofa in the lounge, Zhaoyao sat next to me, probably because the TV was a little boring, he started playing with my fingers after watching it for a while.

Later, I felt that it was not enough, and the whole person snuggled up, and pressed the whole leg onto mine, and then, like a big dog whose fur has been smoothed out, put its chin on my shoulder and wrapped its arms around me waist, and dozed off very comfortably.

But half of the old man killed Lao Tzu again, and half of my body became numb from the pressure. I pushed him awake within 5 minutes and told him to roll upstairs to sleep.At that time, he rubbed his eyes and went upstairs, who would have thought that he could remember until now! ?

I stared at Zhaoyao, and Zhaoyao also stared back, with a accusing expression of "you are biased".

The witch merchant laughed out loud.

I:…………

He was so stupid that he was bullied to death by a witch merchant, and he couldn't save it.

With this episode, Fu Baixue's affairs did not continue until we each went to bed, and the witch merchant entered my room through the bathroom in the middle of the night and climbed onto my bed.

Seems like the guy was extra excited tonight because of the flirtation over dinner.Avoiding his hot lips, I gasped and said, "Let's talk about Fu Baixue first."

"You must talk about him at this time!?" The witch merchant combed with his fingers, and combed the messy forehead hair back, revealing a smooth forehead.Without the cover, his thick black and sharp eyebrows were exposed.It seems that his obedient appearance is still useful. If he sees him like this, that old Qin Zhaojin will never dare to use witch merchants so much.

But I knew he wasn't trying to be handsome, but he was trying to ease his irritability: "Can't you just wait a while?"

I pursed my lips, not wanting to admit that I probably wouldn't have the energy or remember the business after it was over.This happened several times before, when I was discussing Zhaoyao or Fu Baixue with the witch merchant, I was wrapped in his pheromone without saying a few words, then a kiss, then a finger, and then...

Then I was sucked into the vortex and couldn't think of anything else.

But this matter is different from others, I don't want the witch merchant to continue to use this routine to send me off.There are many things that he can not mention if he doesn't want to.

I was a little annoyed and said, "Be good."

"..." The muscles on Wu Shang's cheeks twitched, and he sneered suddenly, bitterness and meanness appeared on him again: "I'm not good enough? Do you want me to kneel at your feet?"

I really hate his yin and yang look, and I am also angry: "Every time I talk about business, you interrupt me. Do you really think I don't know that you did it on purpose at night?"

Flirting with me on purpose and interrupting my words is also the same, and Zhaoyao's finger was bitten by Fenrir—the witch merchant's use of mental manipulation is superb, it's no wonder he didn't control Fenrir!

The witch merchant is not guilty: "Why can't I interrupt? Fu Baixue comes to you every day and wears old clothes on purpose. He is just pretending to be pitiful! Look, you really do like this! He is an Alpha who covets you, I will Let him enter the house, what do you want from me!?"

If you want to talk about another change in the past two years, it is that the witch merchant has become more courageous. He never dared to say such things to me confidently before.From another angle, maybe the aura of Zhenggong has changed?

But at this time, I can't think of what is not right and wrong, and I was almost pissed off by him: "Old Bai is my best friend, you still want us to stay silent for the rest of our lives!?"

The witch merchant's voice also raised, and he blurted out: "I'm your man, of course I hope you don't talk to anyone but me!!"

As soon as he said those words, we fell silent.

"........."

"........."

After an unknown amount of time, I frowned and said incredulously, "Witch merchant, are you serious?"

A perfect smirk hung on the witch merchant's face, and he said with great emphasis: "I'm a big Alpha, what do you think?"

I sneered: "You just lock me in the room."

"..."

The witch merchant didn't speak.

I stopped laughing and asked again in disbelief: "...Have you thought about it?"

He still didn't speak, and I suddenly felt a creep.The witch merchant is the kind of person who will set up a plan when he has an idea. I pursed my lips and got out of bed, opening the drawers in the room one by one.

"...Brother, what are you doing?" He asked, his voice trailing off strangely.

I ignored him and continued to rummage through boxes and cabinets.Wardrobe, bedside table, wall cabinet, display rack... He came to stop me, but I pushed him away, until I found the shackles from the drawer under the bed where he usually sleeps, and he froze completely.

Those are by no means love/interest shackles, but made of alloy, with spikes inlaid inside the buckle to prevent struggle, and once tightened, it will tear the prisoner to pieces. In addition, there is a long chain , It started to jingle when it was held in the hand.

"..." I pulled the corner of my lower lip and weighed the heavy shackles, "Witch merchant, what the hell are you thinking?"

After finishing speaking, I threw these things directly on him. They made a heavy crash, but I didn't even look at them, and slammed the door and left.

Zhaoyao was still asleep, and opened the door when she heard my knock, and I noticed that the small lamp beside his bed was on, and there was a book spread out on the bed.

Seeing my expression, Zhaoyao sighed, with a very seasoned peacemaker on her young face: "Are you guys quarreling again?"

I walked into his room with a stinking face, and climbed into bed.

Zhaoyao's bed is different from mine. He likes hard wooden beds, and the smell is also cold and hard, as hard as solid wood.I know that when he divides, they will taste like hot wine, wrapped in gunpowder smoke, like a burning forest.

He didn't resist my entry into his territory, he just closed the book with a respectful expression: "What's the reason again this time?"

The witch merchant and I probably really don't get along.

When we get along, has there ever been a time when honey is mixed with oil?some.But what's more, there are endless quarrels, fights, and anger.