[Hunter] Song Andante

26

If I can survive, it is definitely not the spider head showing mercy, but my fate.

My bad life is really big.

I'm not sure why I didn't die. Anyway, when I woke up, a certain man was already sitting on the sofa watching TV calmly. I stared blankly on the spot, very dumbfounded.

What the hell, isn't Kurolo only fond of reading, and even watches TV?

I tried my best to avoid the space that seemed to say "one more look and I'll kill you☆", and kept all my shock on the matter of "Kurolo watching TV", struggling to get out of bed, climb up I went to the closet and took an unopened white shirt and jeans, and then handed them to the uncle who was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

My eyes fell on the TV, and I tried to convince myself that the strange rerun of the eight o'clock file was so fascinating that my eyes were glued and I couldn't take it away. I really love watching the eight o'clock file. Long live the eight o'clock file☆

There is a story like this:

One day, the mother was holding the child and saw a man wearing only a fur coat on the side of the road.The little girl has probably never seen what an exhibitionist is in her life, so she tugged at her mother's sleeve and asked:

"Ma Ma~ That Ge Ge is so strange, why is he only wearing a coat? 』

"do not look! 』The mother covered the child's eyes with one hand, vowing to defend her daughter's purity to the death.

This story is usually used by us to show that the other party is in a state of "cannot be seen", and the abbreviation is "Mama that Gege / sister is so strange" "Don't look! 』

In the same way, I now wish I had a mother to cover my eyes.

To be honest, I was afraid to watch the president's eye of the needle too much.

It's one thing to lie half dead in bed, it's another thing to be able to stand up, walk around, kill people and watch TV.

With a light hand, the shirt and jeans were picked up, and the sound of the plastic bag being unsealed was very loud.

While I was struggling to suspect that the other party had made the voice so loud on purpose, on the other hand, I was entangled that I didn't have the courage to raise doubts for the sake of my life.

The sound of the cloth rubbing against the skin is also clearly audible, as if the sensory magnification of the auditory nerve has been set to the highest, and half of the blood volume rushes to the neck.

Mommy, you're so shy!Obviously, even if she was naked and just stood in front of the other party to take a shower, her expression would not change.

So it is completely instinctive to complain about yourself, and there is no way to control it.

"It's a good size."

Probably enough, Kurolo's tone was so peaceful that I felt like I was pardoned, and I almost knelt down to thank the Lord Ron.

Thank you for the compliment, thank you for the compliment.It is said that the suit was originally bought to be used as a shroud, but I didn't expect it to be useful in other ways so soon.

The next second I lost my freedom again.

I was grabbed by Kuroro, and Kuroro grabbed my hand.

This scene is so familiar, I can't help but think of the process when I met Kuroro back then.This is actually the case for the details of the night that unveiled my brand new fate.

The boss took his glamorous mistress to a charity gala, but the mistress was glamorous, and she obviously didn't have an additional network map of the companies and gangs.What's more, the boss's criteria for picking a mistress has always been bright face, big breasts, thin waist, thin waist, and fair skin, so naturally, he is not equipped with other items other than beauty.

I can empathize with this situation.

A woman almost exhausts all her mental energy to maintain her beauty. It is obviously too unreasonable to require the nourishment of her brain while maintaining her beauty and communication.

Just like under normal circumstances, men who are busy building muscles are mostly stupid, but those who don't train muscles may not necessarily be smart.

So in order to maintain the face of the boss and the right to defend the territory of the mistress, the chief secretary-general played Han Xin's order among a group of female secretaries, and all the points were placed on me.

He said to me, "Sister, don't say that senior doesn't take care of you."

Looking at the delicacies of mountains and seas on the two rows of long tables (God knows where they got them), I was filled with joy and anticipation beyond myself, and my heart was full of elation every time I looked at a dish.

After blooming for a long time, I didn't pay much attention to the road. When I was about to pick up the last piece of custard, a very old scene happened.

Otome Secret Technique: Stumbling on flat ground.

From here we can see that this is indeed a romance novel rather than a memoir of bad luck. At the moment before I was about to die in love with the tablecloth and the whole table of dishes, a hand held my arm tightly.

"Miss, do you need help? 』

A gentle voice, a strong arm, a pair of warm eyes...

I raised my head shyly, and naturally fell into a daze after seeing the person's face clearly, let him help me up helplessly, and very kindly helped me to pat off the non-existent dust on the hem of my skirt.

It is true that I was neither shy nor dazed nor powerless back then.

Others are a tragedy that happened to a bowl of Lu Rou Fan, but I am a bit more advanced, at least a piece of custard.

The most painful thing in the world is like this. If God is willing to give me another chance, I will definitely give up that custard.

Exchange a piece of custard for my happiness for the rest of my life. This deal is simply too good-for-nothing. I only hate that I let it go so casually back then.He gave up his own happiness and chose that damned custard.

Damn that's Kuroro.

It was the same Kuroro who not only fucked his mother but also fucked his ancestors!

Reincarnation, reincarnation, what is reincarnation?More than half a year ago, that bastard laughed like a beast and grabbed my hand, and more than half a year later, he was as wolfish as he was. He held my arm with astonishing strength, like an iron rod welded to his hand.

Ignoring my heart full of blood and tears, the tip of his other finger followed the line of my arm, slid across the joint, elbow, and finally landed on the wrist, his thumb rubbed gently on the artery.

"No trace left at all."

This is true.

It was late at night before I passed out, and it was daytime when I woke up.I am obviously a weak chicken who can't lift my shoulders or lift my hands. An ordinary person could be crushed by that kind of force, not to mention bruises, and even broken bones.

Then there is not even a small piece of broken skin on the place where the bone might be broken.

The biggest difference between the 20-year-old and the 26-year-old me is the thickness of the makeup and the fine lines on the skin. The appearance has basically not changed much. With his ingenuity, this period of time is definitely enough to recall who I am.

Unless the women he has played with in the past six months or so are like crossing the river, I am the one with thousands of pinks, buried at the bottom and unable to be dug out.

"Should I call you Miss Eudora?" he asked, the name I'd known him by since then.

In desperation, he still dug me out.

"Please call me Charlotte," I replied.