Son of Satan

I asked out of nowhere. "What's your name, little brat?" I really wanted to know the identity of the little brat.

"Bruch? Kers." It was like raving.

'Bruch? Kers'. A very familiar name. Where have I heard it.

"Who is your father?" I don't know who he is. But people will always remember his father's name. And the identity of the little kid is not easy. Maybe he is a member of several big families.

"Satan."

I laughed. This child. All blood races are children of Satan. What kind of answer does he think this is. Just about to ask. The even breathing sound of the little kid came out. He seemed to be asleep.

Chris has become a regular customer in the bar. He is still leaning against the corner of the bar. It is quiet there. There are few people disturbing. At the same time, he can reach the operation of the kitchen with only a slight turn of the head. So almost every time I look up, I can reach him Beautiful side face. Occasionally meet his gaze; every time I feel flushed.

Those purple eyes that seem to be sentient but ruthless. Like a whirlpool, they swallow everything, including my heart. They always glance casually. It makes my reason go completely. Only a bottomless purple is left.

Chris is polite to everyone. The only time he shows impatience and disgust is when it comes to me. I'm even morbidly jealous of everyone he treats kindly.

Yura leaned against Chris with a wine glass. The two raised their glasses and touched each other lightly. Yura drank the wine in one gulp, but Chris looked at her thoughtfully.

Yura wore a purple peach-collar long dress today. Her long brown hair was coiled up and fastened with a purple ribbon; the crystal earrings the size of fingernails reflected ambiguous light in the flickering lights.

She has the fewest decorations among the nobles. But she is the richest nobleman except Rui Lesenbai. If Rui Lesenbai is the one with the most business brains among all races, then Yura is the most intelligent among all races. The one who makes money. She is said to be Rui Le Senbai's secretary and CFO.

Although her status is not high, she is so rich that no one dares to offend her. Because of offending her, no one can guarantee that she will accidentally go bankrupt and die because of the financial deficit that day.

Moxi? Mo Kawi has never dared to attack Yu Fei that bastard. Yula probably accounted for most of the reasons.

Chris didn't know what to say. Yura suddenly laughed. It was like spring flowers in March. It was so gorgeous that people couldn't look at it.

Acid water overflows in the stomach. But there is no denying that there are handsome men and beautiful women. It is pleasing to the eye.

Chris raised the wine glass. The bracelet hidden in the sleeve was looming. My hand touched my right wrist unconsciously; I remembered that I also wore the same chain on Jay's hand in the eyes of Satan. Now The pair of mandarin duck chains still reflect each other in Chris.

Will the pupil of Satan really predict the future? Or there will only be a person's yuwang. It's just yuwang. It has nothing to do with reality. It's like a flower in a mirror. Like the moon in the water. Everything is illusory.

Anson touched my shoulder. Followed my gaze. His eyes fell on Chris reaching out. "Nice one. Born to worship."

"Ah. What." The plate in my hand almost slipped off, and I quickly grabbed it. When I looked up, Yula smiled at me with a half-smile. I am familiar with that smile. When Du Xiaojian snatched my horse back then, he laughed in this way.

I put the plate back in the closet dejectedly. Status is flawed. If I also have a noble status, I can stand by his side wantonly like them.

"Are you okay." Anson took the dishes in my hand. "These haven't been washed yet. Are you sure you want to put them in?"

"Ah...I'm going to wash now."

Anson took my arm. "Jay. You haven't been normal since that man came here; what the hell is wrong with you. Don't tell me you're in love with him. You know..."

"Know what." I knew that my identity was inappropriate. Xiao shouldn't think about things that didn't belong to me. I suddenly felt chilled and panicked at the same time. Could it be that Anson would 'look down' on me like Hesme.

Modern people all advocate: love; no borders, no age, no distance; regardless of status, regardless of skin color, old or young. These are all things that are used by bubble dramas to fool people.

I wrenched Anson's hand away and watched it slide slowly in my line of sight.

Put the dish back on the plate. Brush vigorously. Even if the foam sticks to the face, ignore it.

It took a long time for Anson's voice to come slowly. He said: "Jay. I don't have anything else. I just don't think he is good enough for you."

Ha. This is the first time I heard someone say that Chris is not good enough for Jay. I almost laughed out loud. Is Anson too honest? The words that comfort others hurt like this.

"I've heard about you before. He's really not worth what you pay. Forget about him."

I stood up suddenly. I really wanted to give him two laps. After Anson didn't seem to be joking or gloating, he slowly let go of his clenched fist.

I looked into his eyes and said, "Anson. Many things are unexpected. Just like our hearts. We can deceive everyone. We can even deceive ourselves. But we can't deceive our own hearts."

Anson rolled his eyes unnaturally. He patted me on the shoulder. "If you feel tired, let go. We are friends. I will always support you."

I hugged his waist gratefully. "Anson, you are so kind." He was the only one who told me. We will always be friends. The heartache that Chris and Yura flirted with was made up for in this moment.

"What are you doing?" The cold voice behind me made me push Anson away. The strength almost made him hit the hard closet.

Anson's eyes flashed dimly. He took a few steps back before he managed to stabilize his body. He stood up and saw that Chris' face was not very good.

I can't care about Anson now. I just think about how to get rid of our relationship.

If I heard you right, Chris's tone just now was particularly bad. It's just that the sweetness of him and Yu Laxiu came to mind again. A resentment emerged from the bottom of my heart.

"What are we doing, isn't Your Majesty here?" I felt a bit broken. I thought of the displeasure on Chris's face. It's a pity that his picture was still as still as water. Even his eyelids didn't move.

"I'm sorry to disturb you two. I'm very sorry. Can you just give me a cup? My cup is dirty."

I opened the closet. There are all kinds of tableware and cups in it. Pots and pans are placed on the bottom layer. Knives and forks are placed on the second layer. The upper part is placed on all kinds of cups.

Looking at the row after row of goblets, he hesitated for a moment. I still took out his favorite type and started with the cup in my hand. I was stunned for a moment. It turned out that I can still remember a certain detail about him so clearly.