Son of Satan

(Baidu searched for the fastest and most stable update on Geli Literature.com) Looking at the rows of goblets. He hesitated for a while. He took out his favorite type and started to hold the cup in his hand. I froze for a moment. I can still remember a detail so clearly.

I have a cup like this at home. But the cup Jay is very precious. So every time the little kid wants to use that cup, I won't allow it. Naturally. The little kid never touches the cup.

Reluctantly handing out the cup in his hand, he took the cup in his still slender hand with a black glove, turned around, and was about to disappear at the door.

"His Majesty."

"Well." Chris turned around. I regretted it again. Called me impulsive. Called me talkative. Now it's fine. Now you have something to say. You still wait to be ridiculed. Of course Chris won't be ridiculed I. Because he doesn't even bother to talk to me.

"I've got something to do." Until I froze and didn't speak, Chris frowned. The impatience on his face slowly showed.

"I, I...that, Your Majesty's gloves were wet by me."

Chris glanced at his hand holding the cup. "It's okay. I have more gloves." He Anson said to me, "I'm going out. You continue."

Go on. Go on what. I'm Anson. He shrugs. Closes the closet door. Bows to his steak.

Chris just turned around. I stopped someone again. Chris was doing his signature moves this time. Listen patiently to my next words.

My tongue is a little knotted. "Will you come to His Royal Highness Rui Le Senbai's birthday?" Rui Le Senbai's birthday party is not held in his city Jerusalem but in the city of Yuwang. He thinks it is too sacred and restrictive Human nature makes people unable to indulge themselves. The city of yuwang is between humans, elves, and demons; it is the capital of yuwang. Luxurious and corrupt. Luxurious and luxurious. The most important thing is that both men and women are enthusiastic and open. It is very suitable for Rui? Le Senbai is such a pervert.

But these are not the key. I just don't know what I want to say. I have to bite the bullet and find a topic.

Chris didn't answer. Just felt like I did. Turn around and go out.

His back just disappeared outside the door. I almost sat on the ground. Every time I talk to Chris, I really want to finish a battle; it almost drains all my strength.

Since that day, Anson’s eyes showed emotions that I don’t understand. I thought I pushed him away and left a shadow in his heart. Occasionally, when I met Anson’s inadvertent affection, I would avoid it .

Back home at night. The kid has come back. There was a burning smell coming from the kitchen. I rushed in without thinking about changing my shoes.

"What's going on in the little kid's kitchen." I said anxiously while running. A puff of smoke came out of the kitchen. Immediately after that, the little kid's miasma-polluted face stuck out.

"Jay. Your kitchen doesn't work well."

Me one. All the ingredients in the pot were burnt. There was thick smoke. There was even a tendency to catch fire. I hurriedly turned off the fire, opened the windows, and let the wind blow away the smoke that filled the room.

"You're cooking dinner." I opened the locker. All the food I worked so hard to earn was destroyed in that pot.

My face was dark. Pointing to the black pot and asked, "All the ingredients are in it."

"Yeah." The little boy shrank his neck and looked pitiful holding a spatula that was two-thirds of his height. "I didn't know that making steak is so much harder than warm milk." With a flat mouth, stubborn It looks so distressing.

I sighed helplessly. I picked him up and wiped off the soot on his face. "Forget it. We're going to be hungry tonight."

The little boy opened his eyes wide. He had an expression of disbelief. "Are you so poor? Could it be that your boss abused you?"

"No. He just deducted my wages for a few days. By the way, I handed over all my tips." When it comes to tips, I feel very sad. The boss seems to have clairvoyance. Every time I get a tip, I will see him as soon as I look up. A haunting face. No accidents. Every time I turn in the score, there is no money left.

"Didn't you collect the waiter's tip yourself?"

"The theory goes like this."

"I understand."

It’s not a good thing to be hungry. Changing a few positions didn’t make me fall asleep successfully. The image of Chris talking to Yura is always in my mind.

The little boy went to take a shower. The bed, which was not very big, suddenly felt empty. It turned out that I was used to him being by my side. When I was wandering, the doorbell rang. The bedside hourglass. The modern time is already past ten o'clock; The one who came to look for me during this time period was Hesme, but there was no second person.

There is no end to it. The doorbell rang again and again; in the end, I had no choice but to open the door.

"You..." There was no end. His voice was stuck in his throat. An Sen, who just raised his head, was obviously taken aback by me.

"Anson, why did you come to see me at this time?" I never told Anson where I lived. Anson rarely asked me about my personal affairs.

Anson quickly realized. Just now Kerry...someone ordered dinner here. So I delivered it." He shook the lunch box in his hand and turned out the note inside. "That's right. It's the address here. You sign for it."

It's written on the note is Bruch Kers. Signed Jay's name.

I smiled and said, "That's what my brother ordered for dinner. Please."

Anson, my eyes were complicated for a moment, and then changed to a simple and honest look.

"This is my job. It should be." Before leaving, he warned. "You didn't eat well at noon. You should have a better dinner, you know."

"OK, thanks."

The little boy came out of the bathroom. He was wearing his snow-white nightgown; he was as beautiful as an angel. He smiled and said with satisfaction to the steak on the table: "Not bad. You are indeed a senior chef. Do it What comes out is something different.”

I didn't mean to move my butt. The little kid asked. "Aren't you hungry. I am hungry."

"When did you order the meal?" I put down the magic in my hand. I vowed to torture to extract a confession.

"Just when you were cleaning the kitchen. What's the matter?" The little boy forked a small piece of steak and put it in my mouth. "It's still the steak he cooks that suits my taste the most."

"What did you use to order?" This is not modern. Ordering can be done with just one phone call.

Before the little boy could speak, a blood bat climbed onto his shoulder, licked his face flatteringly, gave me a look, and pointed his butt towards me.

Even if that stinky fart bat turned into ashes, I still remember it. A sense of resentment rose up. I just reached out and threw him out. It felt like it had a feeling in my heart. It showed its claws and fangs at me with its fangs and claws. If I dare to touch it, it will die with me.