[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

The so-called assistant is to help when the employer is too busy, and to help when the employer is too busy but doesn't bother to do it.Especially when the employer is injured, the assistant has more to do.

After finalizing the last word, the little fox concluded the report and clicked Save.She let out a small sigh of relief, and while kneading her sore neck, she threw her head back on the chair.

"Are you being lazy again?" Hannibal, who returned to the office with coffee and cake, saw the little fox slumped on the chair like ooze, so he pretended to be serious and asked.

"I didn't!" Hearing Hannibal's question, the little fox who was so busy just now opened his eyes and sat up suddenly: "Hannibal, don't wrong me!" She looked at he.

Working as an assistant these days, the relationship between the little fox and Hannibal has grown a lot. The specific manifestation is...they have begun to call each other's names.

Well...Compared to the previous world, the progress this time is indeed a bit slow.Because Hannibal was injured by her, the little fox felt obliged to take care of him.From meeting to now, the two have been together almost every day, and they are almost inseparable except when they go to the toilet and sleep.It's like Siamese twins get along like this, and they have just started calling each other's name... The little fox is too embarrassed to call himself a flirtatious little expert.

Of course, Hannibal didn't really think that the little fox was lazy. After getting along these days, although she occasionally played around and acted a little silly, most of them were still very capable.Whether it is at work or in daily life, she can do well.Of course, besides cooking...

Two days ago, he finally saw what a kitchen killer is.At the beginning, the girl's words of 'for the safety of the kitchen' were really not alarmist. Even if it was a hand-in-hand teaching, hundreds of times of exhortations were useless. Sweetness has always been one taste over another.It's normal for the pot to catch fire, but the most amazing thing is that she can actually set the chopping board on fire.The flames were stained with the overturned wine and burned, and countless small fire beads dripped down the chopping board to the ground one by one, burning a large area.

Since that day, Hannibal never had the extravagance to let the little fox cook a decent meal for himself.Although the instant food tastes bad, it is much better than the black charcoal she made after setting fire to the kitchen.

"What I saw with my own eyes, how can I say it was wronged?" Hannibal raised his arms against the door panel and closed the office door. Seeing the little fox wrinkled his face into a bun in aggrieved way, he couldn't help but curl his lips and chuckle.

Hannibal has always been very interested in other people's expressions. He has rarely had any extra expressions. What he sees in the mirror every day is either expressionless or smiling just right. It's really boring. cruel.But the little fox is very different, she is straightforward and never hides her little emotions, whether she is happy or sad, she will directly express it.Hannibal found it very interesting to watch the other party change various expressions because of him, and as a result, he liked to tease the other party more and more.

"I just finished typing a report, and you came back within two minutes of closing your eyes." The little fox explained, "It's just because you came back at the wrong time."

"Okay, since I'm coming back at the wrong time, I'll go for a walk first." Hannibal raised the cake and coffee in his hands and shook them: "Let me deal with these by myself."

"Hannibal~~~" The little fox changed his face instantly, and his voice was soft and sweet as if mixed with sugar.She called out the other person's name in a drawn-out tone, stood up with her hands on the table, and quickly ran to Hannibal's side: "Dear Hannibal, I'm joking with you." She hugged his arm Rubbing coquettishly: "How could there be something wrong with you!"

It was the first intimate contact in a few days, and the little fox rubbed a few more times flattered in his heart.Although more than half of her is for coffee and cakes, the little fox has not forgotten her original intention of agreeing to be an assistant - to flirt with high-quality rations.

Do not forget the original intention!

The little fox raised his head against the smooth material of the suit, put his chin on his arm and looked up at the man: "It's such a troublesome thing to go for a walk, why don't you change to an exercise that you can do in the office?" She pressed her fingers Watching his arm slide down slowly, finally stopped on the back of his hand and tapped lightly.

The hard nails hit the back of the hand directly, and the slight tingling sensation spread from the back of the hand to the arm, and then to the heart.The more it goes up, the feeling becomes more and more different, and finally it turns into itching in the brain.

Hannibal narrowed his eyes slightly, and glanced down at the fingers resting on the back of his hand.Slender and tender, as if it would break if pinched: "For example?" Indoor sports, he felt that what he was thinking was what the little fox was implying, after all, her movements were extremely ambiguous.

Hannibal still doesn't understand the little fox's bad taste, what she likes most is to go home after disturbing a pool of spring water, leaving the spring water waiting for her to jump into the water.

"For example..." The smile on the little fox's face became sweeter, and she took a slight step forward, getting closer to the man's arm.Just when the other party was distracted, the little fox broke Hannibal's hand and snatched the coffee and cake: "How about having a tea party?" She stepped back deftly, and took out a cup of coffee from the bag He took a sip and said, "It's delicious!" The fragrant and smooth mocha is just right.

Hannibal, who was taken by hand, was stunned, tea party?He raised his head, just in time to see the other party's triumphant smile.

She did it on purpose, Hannibal thought with certainty in his heart.Deliberately teasing him with such an ambiguous gesture, pointing to that direction with all the hints in his mouth, and then retreating immediately after attracting his attention.He didn't think that the other party was just for coffee and cake. It seemed that after being honest for a few days, she finally couldn't help but started to act.

"Hannibal? What are you thinking?" The little fox blinked innocently and asked knowingly.

Hannibal looked at the little fox, and smiled meaningfully: "It's nothing." He said that she was obviously very interested in him when they first met, how did she become an assistant, and when she had the opportunity to be alone with him every day, she didn't care at all? It's moving.It turned out that she was not the kind of stupid woman he thought who only knew how to attack and entangle. This little girl knew how to wait for an opportunity. A hundred times of daily teasing could not compare to a fatal blow when she seized the opportunity. She was really a cunning elf .He underestimated her.

"Sit down and eat together." When Hannibal was thinking, the little fox had already opened the cake box.Looking at the bright red strawberries decorated on the milky white cream cake, the girl couldn't wait to pick up a fork and put one into her mouth: "It's so sweet, Hannibal, come and taste it." She took a clean one again The fork lifted a piece towards him.

"Okay." Hannibal pursed his lips in response, and walked slowly to the table.Supporting the table with one hand, he bent down slowly, opened his thin lips slightly, and took the bright red strawberry into his mouth: "Well..." The deep and pleasant voice was as light as a feather, and the half-drooped eyes and eyelashes trembled , slowly raised it: "It's really sweet." Under the gold-rimmed glasses, the brown eyes looked at the little fox with a provocative smile.

Oh my god, why do you feel that the other party is so charming for no reason!Am I a vixen or is he a vixen!The little fox stared blankly at Hannibal straightened up, pushed his eyes with his fingers, and returned to his original elegant and reserved gentleman elite style.

"What are you in a daze for?" Hannibal pulled away the chair opposite the little fox and sat down, with a gentle and polite smile on his face: "What are you thinking?" He returned her lightly.

"It's nothing." The little fox buried his head in silently.

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"I'm going back, you go to bed early." In the evening, we ate fast food together at Hannibal's house as usual, and the little fox cleaned the plates, knives and forks neatly, and wiped off the water stains on them.After cleaning up, I said goodbye to Hannibal directly.

"Well, good night, have a good dream." Hannibal didn't hold back, and waved goodbye to the little fox with a faint smile.

The contest in the university office did not tell the winner at all, but this trial also allowed the two to roughly understand each other's level.They unanimously decided not to pierce that layer of window paper, and just get along with each other in such an ambiguous way, let's see who can't help but pursue it first.

After the little fox returned to his home, he went straight into the bathroom. After all, his body was unsupported by demonic power. Once he relaxed, his back began to ache.

Put water in the bathtub, and the little fox sat on the edge to test the temperature of the water.The water touched by his fingers was a little hot, and the little fox withdrew his hand quickly, leaning over the edge of the bathtub to turn on the cold water faucet.

Chill!

The palm slipped on the edge of the bathtub, and the little fox let out an exclamation, and plunged into the water.

thump!

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Early in the morning, the rising sun dispelled some of the morning coolness.In the open space surrounded by forests, a natural lake has become a paradise for hunters.Paul Mormont came to this lake to fish according to his old habits. The memory of fresh and plump fish is only seven seconds. They always forget the danger, bite the hook again and again, and are finally pulled into hell by skilled anglers.

With some gains, Paul was in a good mood.He found that there were not many baits left, so he got up and walked to the place where he parked, preparing to take more baits and drop more fish.

Suddenly, a pleasant guitar sound came from near the car.Paul frowned and walked over quickly.

"Brat, if you mess with my car, I'll screw your head off!" Paul looked at the familiar boy not far away, suddenly, he thought of something: "Oh, you are that Japanese A little follower around a woman!"

"I think you should know what politeness is." The young and handsome boy had a gentle smile on his face, between his lips, the dimples on his cheeks were deep enough to hold fine wine: "You should call her Madam."

"Haha, what a shitty lady, she's just a bitch from Japan." Paul laughed disdainfully.

"You will pay for your rude words." The smile on the boy's face slowly disappeared.

"The price? What do you want, kid? Oh, are you going to punch me?" Paul pulled out the dagger from his waist provocatively: "Haha, come on, let me—?!"

The silver light flashed, and the sharp blade fluttered across Paul's fat belly, and bright red blood rushed out from the wound.

The boy narrowed his brown eyes slightly, and the constant surge of excitement gradually invaded his brain.He held up the knife in his hand like a Japanese samurai, leaving wounds on Paul's body in a playful way.

"Is it fun?" the boy asked with a chuckle.

"You!" The countless wounds on his body were bleeding, and Paul couldn't cover them with both hands.

The boy went back to chop Paul's legs again, and the big man couldn't support himself because of the severe pain and knelt on the ground: "Help...help!" He yelled miserably.

"Hmph, no one will come to rescue you." The boy sneered and raised the knife in his hand.

Click!The sound of a branch being trampled was heard suddenly.