[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

Weare alliter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

We all live in the gutter, but some still look up to the stars

All day long on December 24, the entire United States is busy preparing for Christmas Eve dinner.

And five-year-old Lolivy, buried in her brand new four-poster bed, is dreaming sweet dreams, and yes, it's her nap time again.

When Hannibal Lecter entered Vespa's bedroom, he saw his little girl sleeping very peacefully.

But unfortunately, he came to wake up the other party.

"Vespa—"

Hannibal stripped the little girl out of the thick quilt, and the other party looked at him with sleepy eyes and muttered, "I need to sleep at least eleven hours a day."

Vespa intends to strictly abide by scientific regulations - children between the ages of four and seven are required to sleep eleven hours a day.

Her nasal sound just waking up, as well as the dissatisfied moan in her throat, made people laugh.

The corners of the handsome young gentleman's mouth are slightly curved, and his blue-gray eyes, which are slightly ice-coloured, are extremely charming. Humanism and evil always seem to coexist in his gaze, and that contradictory quality makes him extremely attractive.

"During the Christmas season, you should take some time out of these eleven hours to appreciate the bustling public holidays." Hannibal unfolded his warm coat for her.

In fact, Hannibal has no interest in Christmas Eve and Christmas, but he doesn't want Vespa to miss these good memories of growing up. Vespa obediently opened his arms and rubbed his eyes pitifully after putting on his coat. With a puffy face, he asked, "Will you take me to pick out a turkey for Christmas Eve dinner?"

"No turkey," he said in a deep, cold-blooded voice, "and no presents of stockings."

Vespa blinked, raised his face and said solemnly, "That's good, I'm actually a Jew."

As we all know, Jews and Chinese are the two largest non-Christian groups among immigrants in the United States. They do not have the habit of celebrating Christmas.

Hannibal carried her to the bedside, and skillfully helped his little girl put on the warm boots, with a sweet and magnetic voice, "I will remember to prepare tender coriander and baked eggs for you on the Jewish Passover night."

Passover night is a time for Jewish families to feast with tender coriander, a symbol of the hope of growth in spring; baked eggs are also an essential dinner food.

Vespa jumped off the bed, with long golden curly hair swaying sweetly behind him, "Where are you taking me? Are you planning to throw me away?"

Hannibal sat on the edge of the bed, his long legs, which had nowhere to rest, were freely separated for a more comfortable posture.

He raised his eyebrows when he heard Vespa's voice, "Then I'm afraid I have to give you a match to match your experience of being lonely and living on the street."

The little blond girl wrinkled her nose severely, turned her head and walked away.

Hannibal could only stand up immediately, and took the bad-tempered little blond girl into his arms from behind, "Your temper is really not good, Miss Linde."

Vespa poked the dimple of his scar with soft fingers, "How did this happen?"

Hannibal was silent for a few seconds, and walked out of the bedroom with her in his arms. Vespa leaned limply on the handsome young man's broad shoulders. His arms and body were gentle and powerful, as if they could block all cold and injury. And the little blond girl's eyes were still staring at the scar.

That scar hardly had any sense of existence when Hannibal was serious about his smile, but when he smiled, the small indentation appeared, like a dimple but not a dimple, adding infinite charm and mystery.

She suddenly said crisply, "It looks like it was scratched by a dog."

Hannibal paused, looked at the soft little girl in his arms, and pretended to threaten her, "If you tell others, I will really throw you away."

In fact, this scar is from when he was six years old, he wanted to ride his family's Doberman Pinscher as a horse, but in the end the dog's paw scratched his cheek and left a scar.

The little girl made a movement of pursing her lips, then looked at him pitifully with puppyeyes, "I will be very good."

Hannibal was driving a black car on the streets of Baltimore, and the passing theaters were holding worship celebrations, and large and small musical performances sang hymns.

Most families in Baltimore are gathered at home, preparing for a sumptuous Christmas Eve dinner, but there are also bars that hold lively masquerade parties, preparing to celebrate Christmas Eve carnival all night long.

Vespa sat on the co-pilot, leaned against the window and looked at both sides of the street hung with beautiful garlands and gorgeous ornaments, until the beautiful and graceful scenery of the inner harbor appeared in front of her eyes.

Vespa looked at Hannibal in surprise, "Are we going to sea?"

"Aren't you worried that I'll take the opportunity to throw you into the Atlantic Ocean?" Hannibal had a handsome face, a straight nose, slightly lowered his gaze to look at his little girl, and his deceptively indifferent voice was particularly seductive.

The little blond girl obediently threw herself into his arms, wrapped her slender and soft arms around his neck, and leaned on his shoulders, with a childish voice, "Don't leave me, I will grow up to be very beautiful. "

Hannibal caressed the back of her neck, and carried the little girl out of the black car, his voice sounded like it was slipping on the cello, "You are beautiful enough, my Miss Vespa."

Many private yachts are docked along the coast of the beautiful inner harbor, which looks prosperous and leisurely.

Since the 20s, with the general development of the world economy and the advancement of yacht technology, the number of yacht owners has increased day by day, and yacht activities have been widely carried out. Yacht clubs have become a high-end leisure consumption item in the United States. Together, it becomes a symbol of status and dignity.

At this time, along the coast of Baltimore's Inner Harbor, one of the luxurious private yachts is the most brand-new, and has exceptionally beautiful lines and streamlines, revealing the owner's excellent elegant taste.

When Vespa was brought onto the yacht by him, he was very surprised, his beautiful clear green eyes were wide open, "You own a boat?"

Hannibal put her on the inside of the cockpit, the warm wind blowing on her body, the transparent windshield has a wide view, and the scenery in the afternoon is extremely magnificent.

Vespa turned her little head to look at Hannibal. He skillfully started the yacht, and his handsome and resolute side face looked mysterious and charming.

Vespa carefully recalled the many talents of Mr. Hannibal Lecter. He is proficient in medical surgery and psychology knowledge, has extremely high attainments in classical literature and music, has outstanding taste, handsome face, tall and strong figure, Elegant and sinister temperament makes the heart beat faster.

It really wasn't fair when God created man.

The only flaw is the scar on the cheek, which unexpectedly adds infinite charm to it.

Hannibal suddenly turned his head to look at the little blond girl, his slightly ice-coloured gray-blue eyes focused, "How about calling it the Vespa?"

Vespa jumped into his arms skillfully to take advantage, and looked at him with a small face, "Where are we going?"

"The beach, the waves," Hannibal said, looking into the little girl's bright green eyes, "and the fireworks."

The undulating coastline is very attractive. Hannibal set off from the inner harbor and headed for the port with beautiful beaches. Many people choose to travel with their families today, and the beautiful beaches have become a good vacation spot.

It was already night when Hannibal docked the yacht on the shore.

In the beautiful scenery where the land and the sea meet, many people gather together to drink wine, enjoy various delicacies, and chat happily. With the music and the smell of food floating in the air, Vespa nodded, which is comparable to staying in Christmas Eve is so much better at home.

Hannibal was walking on the beach with his little girl in one arm and a very heavy load in the other.

Vespa originally thought that the beach in winter would be cold and windy, but unexpectedly, many bonfires were lit to keep warm, and many tents were set up along the beach, and many couples and families shared food and wine lively.

When Hannibal took the folding tent out of his baggy handbag, he saw that the pretty eyes of the little blond girl almost sparkled.

There was an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth, which washed away the almost inherent coldness, "It seems that you like today's arrangement very much, my Miss Vespa."

The little girl stood pretty on the shore, looking up at him with her small face, her voice was soft and sweet, "Can I help?"

Hannibal looked into her watery eyes, and estimated that no one in the world could refuse her, "If you promise not to hurt yourself."

Vespa tugged at the cuff of his windbreaker, and shook it obediently, "With you here, I won't get hurt."

The handsome gentleman raised his eyebrows, looked at the little Douding beside his legs, and said in a teasing voice, "You are really good at making people happy."

Vespa blinked innocently, "I'm telling the truth, sir."

Hannibal crouched in front of her, his voice low and seductive, "You little liar."

When the little girl wants to make people happy, she is always obedient and clingy, making the person she wants to please want to agree to all her requests.

She grabbed Hannibal's palm and put it on her cheek, rubbing it obediently, like a kitten.

Hannibal, who had gradually realized the lethality of Lolivy, had no choice but to hand her the corner of the tent, "I almost forgot that you were still angry at me not long ago."

Vespa tried his best to open the double tent, and nodded at him seriously, "That must be your hallucination."

Hannibal quickly set up the tent. On his perfect and resolute face like a sculpture, there was a helpless expression, "You are simply a liar and bad-tempered little villain."

Vespa ignored him, snorted and wanted to get into the tent.

As a result, because he forgot that he was a five-year-old body at this time, his coordination was not very good, and he accidentally bumped into the pedestrian on the left.

"Vespa—" Hannibal stood on the other side of the tent, and whispered.

With a plop, the little blond girl sat down on the beach.

This bloody five-year-old body!Is it hard to stand still? !

Vespa was quickly lifted up by two arms, one of Hannibal and the other of the man she had bumped into.

"Sorry—" His voice was a little muffled.

Vespa looked up, subconsciously opened his eyes wide——

hell!This teenager who looked about 15 years old was almost exactly the same as one of her Dark Lord's ex-boyfriends!

But Vespa realized instantly that these were two completely different people.

It's not because of the cracked lips of the teenager in front of him, and his inarticulate pronunciation that seems to be due to deformed gums, but because of his very different aura. Even when Tom Riddle is at his worst, he looks invincible, as if the darkness of the whole world All the power is concentrated in his palm.

The boy in front of her looked particularly gloomy and autistic. To be honest, even though he had a cleft lip, he wasn't handsome enough to affect his appearance, but his whole demeanor revealed a certain sense of panic, as if he was being attacked. Scolding and intimidation, like an autistic personality disorder caused by childhood abuse.

"Francis! What the hell are you doing!" A violent voice came from Vespa's side.

The boy with a cleft lip let go of Vesper's hand in an instant, and subconsciously apologized, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

Vespa saw the owner of the irascible voice, a very fat middle-aged man, who habitually cursed, shut his mouth when he saw Hannibal Lecter's expensive clothes, and cursed himself again Son, "You bloody bastard is always making trouble for me! Why don't you disappear with that woman!"

Abandoned by his mother at birth, Francis Dollard was abused by his grandmother and step-family since childhood.

Vespa spoke very quickly, but the childish voice was very firm, "I accidentally bumped into this gentleman, and it has nothing to do with him."

Hannibal bent down to help her pat the sand on her body, and said politely to the middle-aged man, "You misunderstood, sir, this young man has done nothing wrong."

After explaining, he ignored the father and son, squatted in front of Vespa and raised her palm, looking at her seriously, "What did I say before, don't get hurt."

Only then did Vespa realize that his palm was scratched, and some bright red blood oozes out.

She didn't feel much pain, but the first task now was to comfort Mr. Hannibal Lecter, who seemed a little angry.

So her eyes turned red in an instant, and she looked at him pitifully, "It's obviously because you called me a little villain first."

The little blond girl's drooping eyes, which seemed to be coquettish, were now as red as a rabbit.

Hannibal looked at her helplessly, "Pretend to cry again, your eyes are so red, are you a bunny girl?"

Vespa continued, the villain complained first, choking with aggrieved voice, "You also said you would throw me into the Atlantic Ocean, I don't think you want to take me back to Baltimore at all."

Hannibal was about to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by the night sky suddenly lit up in front of him.

The bright fireworks caused everyone on the beach to cheer, one after another as the fireworks bloomed.

The blue night sky seemed to be burning, and the bright flame fell into the sea after the ultimate bloom.

Vespa looked at the stunning scenery in front of her, and was very dissatisfied with her height of less than four feet at this time, which made her miss a lot of scenery.

Hannibal curled his fingers and rubbed her nose, and then easily placed her on his shoulders, holding the little girl's legs with both hands to prevent her from being unstable.

The vision of the little girl Vespa widened a lot in an instant, because she was riding on Hannibal's neck.

In front of the bright fireworks and the sea, Vespa looked down at the handsome young gentleman.

After a while, she took Hannibal's hand, her voice was childish and serious, "Today is the best Christmas Eve, Mr. Lecter."