Red dust kills beauty

Chapter 114 46. Ear Studs, Finger Wrenches, and Mapping Book③

46. ​​Earrings, finger rings and picture books③

Zhaoyao's growing up just around the corner, and the jade finger I gave Fu Baixue, seemed to explode the safe zone of the witch merchant again. Recently, he has always been angry with me, leaving early and returning late on purpose.This guy has also reached the age of socializing, and he comes back half drunk every day, smelling of alcohol and powder, his whole body seems to be soaked in the warm fragrance of nephrite jade, and even his breath has a rotten smell.

On some occasions, Zhaoyao also wanted to go. Except for the first few times when he was a little excited, he always had an expression of resistance to go to war. Occasionally, he sneaked back early and described to me vividly how popular witch merchants were.

Man, Woman, Alpha, Beta, Omega.This person has a glass-like fragile temperament, very, very lovable, as long as he wants to, don't expose/expose his bastard and gloomy nature, he can easily please anyone.Not to mention, in fact, he is very adapted to this environment - some things have been carved into his bones, his behavior, his manners, his conversation - even if he deeply loathes his origin, those things have been shaken off It won't drop.

Zhaoyao snuggled up next to me, while peeling and eating oranges, she enthusiastically spoke ill of the witch merchants.He ate a very sweet one, his eyes lit up, he peeled off two petals with great interest and handed it to my lips, innocently said: "This is delicious!"

I was silent for a while, and subconsciously wanted to hide, but realized that I was on the sofa and I had nowhere to hide, so I had to swallow it with my mouth: "It's very sweet. But Ah Zhao, don't feed it directly to people in the future. not too good."

He has become more and more attached to me recently, and he is almost my little follower. He follows me wherever I go. Even if I lie on the table in the flower hall to cut the cloth, he can watch it with great interest for a long time, and will help me thread the needle and thread.

I'd be happy if he was still the same little kid.But he's grown up--he's a big boy.

But Zhaoyao didn't understand my euphemistic hint, he just scratched his face in doubt: "I only treat you like this."

I:"……"

When I was having a headache how to tell him this question, Zhaoyao's phone rang, and when I checked the call, "Teacher".

It's Fu Baixue—the two of them are not considered close, but Zhaoyao has always respected him very much, and has always been called a teacher.I don't know why, their relationship is so bad in the future.

He didn't shy away from me, and picked up the phone directly: "Hi, teacher, it's me. Yes, um, I'm here. Wh... ah."

Zhaoyao turned her head to look at me, made a gesture, got up to answer the phone, he deliberately walked a little far away, and deliberately covered the microphone, as if he was afraid that I would hear it.

"Well, yes—what did you say?" His voice suddenly rose, and then he glanced at me as if guilty of guilt, and turned his back, "Okay, I'll be right there."

I calmly waited for him to hang up the phone, put the last piece of orange into my mouth leisurely, and then stood up: "I'll go with you."

Zhaoyao conditioned reflex: "The teacher said I can't let you—how do you know what I'm going to do!?"

Tonight's banquet has hosted famous figures from all parties in Yanbei. Fu Baixue will definitely go. I have also received invitations, but I am too lazy to socialize.And Wu Shang, as Yu Jingchun's rising star, was brought by Qin Zhaojin's side and recognized him.

I can guess, the witch merchant must have done something at the banquet, or the kind of thing that Fu Baixue specifically asked Zhaoyao to avoid me and secretly take the other party home.

what else?It must be stealing.

I put on a coat casually, took the keys, stuffed Zhaoyao into the car and left.

Zhaoyao was a little frightened, he shivered in the passenger seat, and looked anxious, like a dog who had been aware of his master's bad mood: "Brother... what's wrong with you?"

I showed a gentle smile: "What's wrong with me? It's nothing."

He shrank himself into the seat again: "Don't be like this...I'm afraid."

"It's okay." I whispered softly, "It's just to bring him back, there won't be a big party, I promise."

Zhao Yao looked even more frightened.

When we arrived at the hotel, it was already late at night, and the banquet officially entered the second half.

The gods from all walks of life have talked about everything they need to talk about, and the scenes of testing each other's tricks have been staged several times, which is the time to relax and enjoy.I drove the luxury car that Fu Baixue had allocated to me before, and drove to the destination at lightning speed. The doorman was a little surprised and ran over with small steps.Now I completely ignore the mood of the idlers, put the invitation card and car keys into his hands, slammed the car door and went in.

This is a manor converted into a hotel under the name of a wealthy businessman. It is specially used to entertain distinguished guests. It is usually not open and has excellent privacy.I walked through the neatly built rose hall and relief fountains, and saw a blue swimming pool head-on, swaying intoxicating waves in the night.

Many people inside have been entangled together, the smell of synthetic pheromones and natural pheromones are also attached to each other like their owners, indulgent and direct.I don't look sideways. In this day and age, there are ABO stalls. The most uncommon thing to see is naked men and women. Even walking on the street, you can bump into anxious young people.

However, the ones on the outermost periphery are all low-level characters, and it is absolutely impossible for the witch merchants to be inside.

I stepped into the brightly lit hall, and the receptionist who had received the news was already waiting at the door.He bowed to me, then handed me a glass of wine, with a smile that made me feel refreshed.

My anger has subsided a little—they may not have noticed that I came here to find trouble, after all, even the grand finale has no reason to come at this time, let alone me—I don’t know what expression I have, but it probably won’t be very serious good.

Zhaoyao followed behind me, like a dog poking its head, a little scared, a little gloating and ready to move.

Looking around for a week, Wu Shang and Fu Baixue were not seen in the hall, nor was Qin Zhaojin.So I asked, "Where are the young people? Not the ones strutting around the pool."

The waiter hesitated for a moment, but answered honestly: "Some are in the chess and card room on the second floor, and some go to the salon."

I tapped the rim of the wine glass impatiently: "Get to the point."

He was dripping with cold sweat: "Also... There is also a swimming pool on the top floor, some distinguished guests are in it, and there are some things to add to the fun..."

Fuck, that's why Fu Baixue asked Zhaoyao to carry me, the witch merchant is on drugs!

"..."

I just felt my temples throbbing, and I couldn't wait to get up to the elevator on the top floor. I wished I could raise my hand and blow up this place, and let the witch merchant fall off the roof for me! ! !

How can he be so good at partying in the open air?

Zhaoyao rushed forward and hugged my arm: "Calm down, brother, there are too many people here—maybe the second child has a purpose!" After speaking, he frantically gestured to the waiter: "Tell the irrelevant people to go away! "

I wanted to throw Zhaoyao away, but he just hugged my arm tightly, as if he was afraid that I would hold the explosive bag and die with the enemy in the next second-I wanted to laugh, but I was not in the mood to laugh, so Hang a tow bottle and go up.

When you come to the top floor, the scene you enter is no different from the swimming pool outside, but the people on the top floor are more face-to-face, and the relationship between the server and the client is clear at a glance.

As for the witch merchant, he was surrounded by a group of men and women, mixed with teasing and a few suppressed screams, he was just leaning lazily on a female Beta, his face was blushing, and he wore an illusory and indifferent smile as always , vicious and corrupt pheromones float in the air, and the aroma is lingering, if there is nothing.

I walked over with a cold face, bent down to observe the appearance of the witch merchant.Okay, the pupils have dilated, and it's probably only one step away from bliss.

My long stop aroused the dissatisfaction of other people. An Omega who held the arm of the witch merchant and kissed him intermittently said dissatisfied: "You are late, there is no place for you here."

Although it is not as fierce as it used to be, but out of nature, Omega and women will obviously have a good impression of the beautiful and slender Alpha-so it is not difficult to understand their way of protecting food, after all, I am a Omega.

That's right, that's right, who told me to be a fucking Omega! ?

I laughed, and without hesitation raised my foot and kicked the Wu Shang's face hard, the Wu Shang let out a muffled grunt, and was directly crushed into the ground by me.There was a series of exclamations around.

"Oh, it's not dead yet?" I pulled his hair up, looked up at his face, then dragged him straight to the pool and pushed his head into the water.After about ten seconds, the witch merchant began to struggle, his slender fingers tugged at the hem of my clothes, unable to catch it like a trembling butterfly.

"Release. I know you can hear me." I ordered coldly.Those two fingers twitched, and obediently retracted, allowing me to drown him in the swimming pool.

The noise outside had nothing to do with me. I choked his neck and kept pushing him in. I counted two hundred silently in my heart, and lifted him out, who was dripping wet.

Two hundred blows, 3 minutes, it only takes two and a half minutes to drown an ordinary person. The witch merchant is Alpha, so I added 30 seconds to him.

"Brother..." He spit out a mouthful of water, just about to say something, I let him take a breath, and pushed him in again!

"Brother, you're crazy!" Zhaoyao rushed over to drag me, and I laughed out loud, "Don't worry about it. He's cheap, and he's happy when I do this."

The witch merchant only had his head submerged in the water, and he scratched at random with both hands, groping for Zhaoyao's hand, then shook his fingers, meaning to leave it alone.

"Oh. Look, I'll say it."

I suppressed my throat and laughed, but I became even more angry. The anger burned my heart and lungs. I really wanted to strangle this thing to death in the water.

Why can he do this?

After four or five times, I picked up the witch merchant, he seemed to be fully awake, his black eyebrows, bright red lips, and long limbs were all wet, making him look rather pitiful.He lay on his stomach by the pool, vomiting in embarrassment, Zhaoyao clicked his tongue impatiently, and finally passed him a glass of water to rinse his mouth.

There was a lot of movement here, a few security guards wanted to come over, I glanced over and said, "I haven't settled with you for my brother's drug use, so get out if you don't want to die!"

The witch merchant seemed to have lost half his life, his head drooped being supported by Zhaoyao, coughing so badly that he thought he was about to die.

I looked down and saw him curled up beside my ankles, weak and pitiful like a pet abandoned by the owner: "If you keep pretending to be pitiful, I'll leave you here."

The witch merchant's shoulders shook, but he didn't move.I held on to his arm tightly, and walked through no one's land all the way, dragging him down the stairs as he stumbled. Fu Baixue didn't know where he was, and I had no time to distract myself from searching, so I took Zhaoyao away.

No one spoke along the way, Zhaoyao got into the back seat directly, plugged in the earphones and began to pretend to be deaf and dumb, the witch merchant was lying wet on the passenger seat, with long wet eyelashes hanging down, wondering what he was thinking.

When I got home, I threw the Witch Merchant into the bath and began to bleed him.A witch merchant's blood sample is a very precious thing. In a place full of people, I am worried that someone will get it, so I can only wait until now.

The blood flowed out from the veins on his wrist, staining the whole bathtub red. I turned on the faucet to release the hot water, and soon they were mixed into a beautiful light powder. The smell of blood was mixed with the pheromone of the witch merchant. People's blood surged.

But he was still obediently leaning against the bathtub, relaxed all over, as if he let me get whatever I wanted.But I know—only I know, what a hideous and abnormal monster hides under this lovable skin.

"Have you achieved your goal?"

The jacket soaked up the water and became unwieldy.I threw it to the ground, pulled off the collar, stuck his throat with the jaws of a tiger, and sneered.

"Are you satisfied? Have you tried enough?"

The Shaman Merchant was still under the influence of the potion, appearing blurred and illusory. He looked at me with astonishing black eyes.Then he smiled slightly.

"Well, I have achieved it, and I am very satisfied."

This was the first sentence he said tonight. His voice was hoarse, and he probably hurt his throat just now.

——The witch merchant really did it on purpose.

I don't know why I'm so angry for a split second, the rage literally burns me out, but it's mixed with another...another adrenaline-pumping emotion.I looked at his beautiful face soaked in water vapor, which looked more fragile and fragile... He is really a man who can easily arouse sadistic desires.

I pushed his head down—I was soaked just now, in every sense of the word—ordered: "Lick."

He was very obedient and submissive tonight, I tied his wrists and rode on him, but he could only frown and look at me forbearance.

After the night of nonsense, the witch merchant was squeezed out by both drugs and exercise, and fell into a deep sleep.And I sat on the sofa in my bathrobe, eager to light a cigarette.

This will not work.I think.

I used to be too lazy to care about him, thinking that this kid would get better if he got sick, but it turns out that he is more capable than I thought.The witch merchant is really insecure. Today he dared to join the crowd deliberately to anger me. Will he cry, make trouble and hang himself tomorrow?

I think he can really do this kind of thing.I shudder to think that I will have to live that kind of life in the future.

I had a headache thinking about it, so I went to Fu Baixue's house overnight, dragged him up from the bed, and asked him what he thought.

I aside, these two are really on good terms, and I can't even understand why.Fu Baixue has always had a good temper. He seemed to have just fallen asleep, but he didn't lose his temper.After listening to my narrative, he was silent for a while.

"I don't think it's appropriate for you to ask me about this. If Xiaoshang finds out, he will make trouble again."

The word "again" is so spiritual.

"But apart from you, I really don't know who to turn to." I felt like I had to be a father and a mother at the same time, and I had to be a shit shovel officer, which was exhausting. "I don't get along with him."

Fu Baixue pondered for a while, and asked me if I remembered the picture book I tore up back then.

I slowly typed a question mark: "...?"

"You really forgot." Fu Baixue said speechlessly, "When you quarreled and you tore up his picture book, he was sad for a long time. Don't you never give him gifts, why don't you prepare one for him. "

What surprised me was another thing: "I don't even have a memory, why do you know so clearly?"

Fu Baixue said flatly: "When drinking tea with Xiao Shang, I heard him cry."

Fuck, there is a sense of the picture.

I couldn't help asking for confirmation: "Is he really crying?"

The corners of Fu Baixue's lips twitched upwards: "No, but the corners of her eyes are red, probably from being wronged enough."

I hesitated: "...he has never been like this in front of me."

"Ah." Fu Baixue realized later, "He seems to only do this in front of me."

"..."

Rao is as dull as I am, and I think the relationship between the three of us is a bit unbelievable.

The next day, the witch merchant got up from the bed like a normal person, I heard the movement and glanced back at him: "You're awake."

There is a round table in my bedroom, and now I am scribbling and changing on the table.The memory of the psychics is not bad, and those albums are mainly a little memory, and I can remember them clearly one by one.

But I'm really not that good at this kind of stuff, my hand says it's not good when my brain tells me it's easy to trace them from memory.

How can a man say that he can't do it!

I regret it.But it seems that it is not possible.

The witch merchant stepped on the thick carpet barefoot, light and silent like a cat.He approached me, opened his eyes and asked curiously: "You