Endless Debt.

Chapter 434 Woxilin

"Yo, Palmer, long time no see!"

The handsome man looked at Palmer with joy, and put his hands around Palmer's neck, looking like a good brother who is close to each other.

"Tell me...do you have anything you want to tell me?"

He stretched out his hand and poked Palmer's cheek, Palmer didn't respond, he didn't even look at this handsome man, he just looked straight at the food on the plate, eating mechanically, as if the guy next to him didn't does not exist.

"Take a deep breath, Palmer, take a deep breath," Palmer repeated inwardly. "You're ready, aren't you?"

Palmer tried his best to mention the mentality of the field staff who "doesn't change their face in front of the landslide" and their style of "calm after the tsunami".

Then... then...

The handsome man raised his eyebrows, "Palmer, are your hands numb?"

Palmer pretended to be calm, but his hands kept shaking, and the fork and the porcelain plate kept rubbing against each other, making harsh noises.

"It's... not bad, it may be that the muscle was strained during the battle today."

Oh my god, Palmer didn't even believe this lie, but he was helpless like a dead duck.

"Oh?"

The handsome man narrowed his eyes, and gently stroked his short hair, revealing his clear, emerald-like pupils.

He lowered his body, and his breath blew past Palmer's ears. It felt like someone was rubbing his ear with dogtail grass, it was very itchy.

"Then do you need me to feed you?"

Palmer clenched his fist, and the poor fork was twisted into the shape of an earthworm.

The handsome man raised his mouth and smiled silently. Seeing that he had won the initial victory, he did not continue to attack, but let go of Palmer as if he wanted to catch him.

Palmer seemed to have climbed back to the shore from the water, his chest heaved and he was breathing in embarrassment.

"It's still like this, no progress?"

The beautiful man sneered, for a moment he looked like a pretty girl, but also like a feminine man.

There are some similarities between him and Church. No one has ever figured out Church's true face, and few people can tell the gender of a beautiful man at first sight. He has a mysterious and cold temperament.

Seeing that Palmer didn't respond, the pretty man didn't bother to continue to deal with him. Anyway, Palmer's vacation was quite long, and he would have plenty of time to torture Palmer afterwards.

Looking at Laika who was interacting with Amyu non-stop, he coughed a few times, and his clear voice echoed in the courtyard. The tall dog seemed to be noticed by a predator for a moment, and his whole body froze in place.

"Huh? Don't you like this?"

Amy noticed the change in the dog. Laika was like a child being trained, with her head down. Amy rubbed its head, but it didn't respond.

There was a crisp finger snapping sound from the side, and the handsome man moved away from the chair, with his slender legs curled up, and a smile on his face, but this smile was hard to warm anyone.

After beckoning, Laika walked over unsteadily with his head down, and sat obediently in front of him, like a solid mountain of meat.

He interrogated, "First of all, I told you to come back, why didn't you come back?"

"babble……"

There were bursts of mournful cries.

"Oh? Smell Palmer, happy to forget, huh?"

The handsome man pinched his chin, looking thoughtful, "Okay, let's not pursue this matter."

Laika raised her head happily, stuck out her tongue and let out a sigh of relief, and then the beautiful man said again, "Did I tell you that you need to eat healthy."

Gouzi's smile disappeared, so there is no reason to blame him!
Laika skillfully moved her bulky body, leaning furry on the handsome man's body, arching the chair a little.

It knows that a beautiful man doesn't like to lick him by himself, and it will make saliva everywhere, which is difficult to clean up, so it lowers its head and rubs it vigorously to show its friendliness.

Suddenly, Laika felt that it was difficult to breathe. The beautiful man grabbed Laika's neck with one hand and kept smiling.

"Don't pretend to be cute. Don't you know how old you are? Your age is no longer suitable for pretending to be cute."

Laika wailed again, and looked at Palmer with dark eyes. It was hard to imagine that a dog's eyes could reveal so many emotions.

The joy of the master's return, the fear brought about by the current situation, the desire to beg the master to save him...

"Don't say something?"

The handsome man elbowed Palmer, "Laika is calling for help."

Palmer turned his head away, pretending he didn't see it.

"Well!"

Seeing Palmer like this, Laika was so anxious that she was about to speak humanly.

Fortunately, the beautiful man didn't make things too difficult for Laika, he was just knocking the mountain and shaking the tiger. During the days when Palmer was not at home, and the owner was not around, he could only vent his necessary emotions on this hapless dog.

Letting go of Laika, Laika ran to the corner in despair. Amyu didn't know what happened, but no matter how she greeted, Laika didn't come over, and put her head in the corner, as if facing the wall and thinking about the past.

"So, Palmer, you..."

The handsome man turned around and was about to inflict a new round of torture on Palmer, but he found that Palmer beside him had disappeared.

Looking to the other side, Palmer tried to maintain a calm demeanor, but his brisk walking posture undoubtedly gave away his mood.

Seeing his partner's flustered appearance, Bologo was a little surprised. Even when Lebius called him to talk alone, Palmer never looked like this.

"Bologo!"

Palmer directly intervened in the conversation between Bologo and Vonn. He didn't even go to see his father, and said to Bologo as if asking for help.

"Sure enough! I'm still not ready! Too bad!"

Burrog was a little confused, "Ah? What are you talking about?"

Palmer suddenly grabbed Burrog's hand and looked at him nervously, "Why don't we go back!"

"Go back? Where?" Fu En said at this time, "This is your home."

Palmer didn't bother to talk to his bastard father. Seeing that Bologo didn't respond, Palmer touched Burlogo's pocket directly.

Burlogo took a quick step back, allowing Palmer to miss the robbery, "What do you want?"

"Key! The key to the Undead Club!"

Palmer had already started talking nonsense, "I suddenly remembered that I made an appointment with Seri to play board games tonight!"

There was the sound of the chair rubbing against the ground behind him, and Palmer didn't need to look back to know that the handsome man moved the chair away and stood up slowly.

"How about this, Bologo, how about I take you for a stroll? Fengyuan Heights is quite big!"

Unknowingly, nervous sweat has covered Palmer's face, like an overdose of stimulants.

Fu En added fuel to the fire and said, "Son, your expression is a bit bad."

"You...damn it, Bologo, I can barely take you to fly for a while now, you haven't experienced flying, have you? That feels great!"

Palmer looked hysterical.

The hard floor hit the marble floor, and there were crisp footsteps, and the other party approached unhurriedly, like a cat walking leisurely, or a lion preying.

"Bologo!"

This time Palmer just called out Bologo's name, his voice contained a thousand words, and his eyes contained nearly a thousand words of composition, and he collided with Bologo's eyes.

Burrog hesitated, then laughed.

Seeing Burrogo's expression, Palmer seemed to grasp at straws, "We are good brothers, right?"

"Of course, we are good brothers and good partners."

Burrog nodded in agreement, took a key out of his pocket, and stuffed it into Palmer's palm.

In an instant, Palmer was about to cry. This time, he truly experienced the brilliance of humanity in Burlogo.

Picking up the key, Palmer walked around Borrog, not even pretending to be pretending, and ran quickly.

Rushing to the door of the restaurant, Palmer inserted the key into the lock with trembling hands. When watching horror movies before, there were often such plots.

Palmer laughed at them for shaking their hands like Parkinson's disease, but now Palmer's hands are shaking more violently than theirs.

Fortunately, at the last moment, Palmer finally inserted the key into the lock, his tense face relaxed, as if he had been holding back the urge to urinate for a day, and finally came to the toilet door, revealing a sense of peace as if he was about to step into heaven.

Palmer decided that after returning to the Undead Club, he would give Serai a big hug, and if necessary, he was going to give him a big kiss. He had never missed the night clan lord so much.

Turn the key, open the door, and the bright corridor comes into view.

Palmer took a deep breath, closed the door, and opened it again. There was no creeping darkness behind the door, but only a familiar and bright corridor.

He glanced down at the key, it was the key to their security door.

"Bologo! You plot against me!"

Palmer screamed.

No time to reprimand Borrog for his damned behavior, Palmer raised his foot and was about to flee the scene, but before he could take a step, a strong and cold hand grabbed the back of his neck, like lifting an animal cub Like, it was easy to bring Palmer back.

The ear-piercing friction between the soles of the shoes and the ground indicated Palmer's last rebellion.

"I just came back and I'm going to leave. Are you so busy at work?"

A familiar voice sounded behind him, and with the warm breath on his neck, Palmer only felt a bitter cold extending from his spine to the meridians of his whole body.

The other party teased Palmer with great interest, "Huh? Why didn't you say hello to me? Didn't we have a good time on the phone?"

Palmer turned his head stiffly, trying to force a smile on his face, and pulled all the strength out of his body.

"Wo-si-lin-!"

The voice was full of fear and trills.

Woxilin pressed Palmer's head, kissed him on the cheek, and then imitated Palmer's tone of response, with a playful aftertaste in her tone.

"Pa-er-mo-!"

(End of this chapter)