Sha Qing

That night, as soon as Leo had taken a shower, the doorbell rang.

He quickly fixed his head and face camouflage, fastened the belt of the long white bathrobe, and walked over to open the door.

Outside the door were two strong men in black suits, saying respectfully: "Mr. Yang, I'm sorry to disturb your rest. The Duke of Little Yaver wants to invite you to have a cup of tea in the past, please be sure to appreciate it."

Little Yaver? Leo didn't expect that when he was still trying to figure out how to approach the son of the duke who had been robbed of the right to inheritance, the other party came to the door.

Is this the beginning of doing more with less, or is it an ominous omen? He pondered for two seconds and decided to take this rare opportunity anyway.

It is known from the information that he has not appeared in club activities. Organizational affairs are generally accounted to the secretary Oliver. Compared to hunting with real firearms, he seems to be more leisurely and fun with salons and the like. Activities without physical labor are more interesting.

And for those high-class salons, for Leo, it seems like something in another universe. He can't taste the origin and month of a bottle of wine, and he can't remember who the ancestors of each famous racehorse are. . You can't expect to package a civilian into a real nobleman within a week of intensive training. At best, he can only count as a high imitation, or he is afraid to open the shell.

Now that there is such an opportunity to fall from the sky, even if he feels inexplicable and the crisis is hidden, Leo has decided to seize it.

"Very honored," he showed his signature expression—a kind of seemingly approachable, but full of pride and a sense of distance. (This micro expression was originally practiced in the mirror more than a hundred times before he was with the etiquette teacher. Barely passing), said to the two bodyguards, "Can you change my clothes first?"

Fifteen minutes later, under the guidance of a bodyguard, Leo appeared in the innermost part of the clubhouse, in a building resembling a European castle. Entering a beautiful black walnut door, there is a luxuriously decorated reception room. Only two maids in the spacious space are brewing tea lightly.

No, not only these two, there is also a person on the terrace. The back is blocked by layers of white screens. It can only be seen faintly, which is easy to ignore, but his keen professionalism led Leo to find him quickly.

After making tea, the maids bowed their knees, quietly retreated, the wooden door closed silently, and the reception room became a silent art gallery.

Leo didn't appreciate the rare treasures. After a short thought, he intuitively chose a starting point, walked over and opened the curtain, very casually, and stood side by side with the man in front of the balcony railing. "There are many amazing collections in the room. Do you like those artworks, Duke?"

"Yes, but I prefer people's eyes when they see those works of art." Another man said in an elegant British accent, and his terms were almost standard.

Leo immediately had a preliminary summary of him: immersed in a sense of superiority that had been infiltrated by a long family history, there were few exalted nobles. This can also be seen from his outfit, with a ribbon of shoulder-length curly hair tied to the back of his head, a lace silk white shirt with a cuff at the neckline, a silver-blue slim-fitting waistcoat with gemstone buttons, full of quaint The Baroque style is like walking out of medieval oil painting.

The appearance is handsome and feminine, the skin color is rare and pale, but the eyes are dark like two deep wells, and his eyes flicker, as if the wells under the moonlight are rippling with a layer of self-proclaimed floating light. The young man leaning on the railing with his elaborate posture was the little Yaver, who was the subject of his trip.

"Understandable," Leo said slightly. "I also have a lot of collections, but unlike the Duke, they are not the older and more valuable, but they are updated quite quickly. In fact, I also like people to watch them more. The eyes of the moment, especially when I put them on their forehead. "

Xiao Yafuer looked at him with a little surprise, and seemed surprised by the red / bare violence in the discourse. Although he knew the identity of the other party, a head of arms with a long history, but his appearance did not look like it at all. The type of butcher.

Leo laughed first, "I'm too vulgar? Sorry, Lord Duke."

"No, it's interesting to say that," said Xiao Yafuer. "You are more interesting than I thought, Mr. Young, I think we might be friends, you can call me Lista."

Leo doesn't think he can make friends with Jaffle just by one side, this is more like a social recognition-the other party recognizes his identity and gives him the right to talk directly with himself . Of course, King Arthur's attitude towards the Knights of the Round Table was used. The round table does not mean that sitting on an equal footing is a kind of gifted tolerance.

But Leo doesn't care about it. He just needs to play with the snake, and he looks confident and casual. "Then you can call me Garcia directly."

Little Yaver glanced at the appreciation, and reached out to him: "I'm glad to meet you, my friend."

"Me too." Leo shook him politely, feeling a damp icy cold, like cold-skinned animals with scaly skin.

He abhors this feminine and gorgeous man, both from public tasks and personal feelings. But now he had to hide this emotion and put on a look of deep affection.

"Excuse me to ask, will you participate in tomorrow's event?" Leo asked.

Xiao Yafuer did not answer directly, asking instead: "Do you know fox hunting?"

"Fox hunting?"

"Yes, a long-established event. We bring domestic horses and hand-held shotguns to enjoy the fresh rural air, a leisurely manor life, a sense of honor to kill the people, and a good look The dew love of the country girl is one of the aristocratic's hobbies. However, I prefer to look at it than **** and fire / medicine all over my body. I am panicked and tired of prey; The hunter step by step, everything is performed on the jungle stage like a drama, how interesting! The only difference is that on the ordinary stage, the fallen character can be resurrected behind the scenes, waiting for the next time to play, and continue the same lines; And on this real stage— "

Xiao Yafuer held his arms outstretched into the distant jungle, and musicians usually made a command gesture: "Every life is only once, every line is never repeated, and no one knows that the red flower of death will be thrown at the next moment. Who is it? Isn't this wonderful, totally unknown, more exciting than any other drama? "He closed his eyes drunkly, as if listening to an inaudible piece of music, mixed with Lin Tao and the sea breeze. Preaching-that is about to be staged, a life is absolutely dead.

Fuck / Your mom's breathtaking! Leo scolded in his heart. It was not a fox, but a living person who was the same as you! Or do you feel that you are noble enough to be separated from human beings? !! At this moment, he had the urge to throw the scum around him off the high platform, but thinking of the task, he gritted his teeth and held back, with an admiring smile, saying disgusting words: "Although I'm on stage theater and the like There is not much interest in things, but I have to admit that your imagination is enough to turn decay into magic. This idea is really wonderful! Compared to those ferocious beasts with more than IQ, humans and beasts are the most interesting and challenging. Sex hunters, I can't wait to experience your creativity! "

The duke's son is like a cat that has been touched with a fur, showing a lazy and pleasant color. "You're full of energy, Garcia, but you don't pay much attention to work and rest," he said with a hint. "Don't you think of a nightingale as a cute bird with a beautiful voice?"

Leo shrugged regretfully. "I know it might offend people to say this, but I'm not very good at lying-the birds have a beautiful coat of hair, but they have no temperament and connotation. It is really difficult to make me tempted."

"Temperament and connotation?" Xiao Yafuer tilted his head and looked at him. "What kind of temperament connotation do you want?" His side face was gorgeous and scary under the moonlight, exuding an opium-like stale sweet fragrance, from elegant to There is only one line of eroticism, and Leo is caught off guard by the speed of change, "Like me?"

"Just like you ..." he repeated babblely.

With a stimulating sense of conquest, Xiao Yafuer laughed. He didn't mind more under the pants, especially this young and strong arms leader is his favorite look type.

He approached two steps leisurely, pulled out a handkerchief folded into a chest pocket, and slowly and provocatively stuffed it into another man's suit pocket. He said softly, "If you can find one The most cunning and beautiful fox, dedicate it to me, and I will give you a reward ... look forward to my reward, it will make you feel at ease. "

Until returning to his villa room, Leo was proud of washing the spring breeze on his face and changed his sober and disgusted expression. He couldn't bear to take out the perfumed silk handkerchief from his pocket, and threw it into the trash bin, thinking about it, worrying about being picked up by the hygienic servant and picking up the extra branches from the festival. Come out and throw it into a deep drawer in the closet.

He originally thought that Xiao Yafuer was a scum of human life, but now it seems that one more modifier is added: scum of human life. God knows why this guy is interested in himself, remembering the other person's eyes, as if a female spider who swallowed her spouse live and spawned, spewing out venom from each pore.

-Hell, why didn't it say that he had a hobby to seduce male members in the information provided by the bureau? Leo thought angrily, so I must ask a makeup artist to help me design a ugly look!

The thought of having to seduce someone in order to complete the task, what's more unbearable is that he can't refuse to force him to avoid turning his face ... Leo is so suffocated that he vomits blood.

I hope this **** mission ends soon! He took another bath, washed away the smell of the perfume, and ate a pill to lie in bed. While waiting for sleep, he thought silently: tomorrow ... tomorrow.

According to the doctor's advice, the amount of medicine halved and then halved was not as weak as he feared. Perhaps Debi's ghost calmly left and no longer entangled him. He fell asleep slowly.

He dreamed of Li Biqing standing side by side with a bouquet of jasmine at a white wedding. He held the card to read the congratulations, and each word on the card stretched out his claws, grasping him tightly, unable to turn away to escape, and continued to be suffering.

He also dreamed of a bloody, vaguely killing. When he held up his gun and threw the opponent who was trying to escape to the ground, he suddenly found them naked hugs on the battlefield where the body was running wild.

The blue eyes were cold, but his body was hot.

A part of him is inside him, and his Triangular Army is stabbed inside him.

Chase me. He heard him say, chasing me until **** ...

Leo suddenly woke up.

The morning light outside the window was faint, and the hunting day of the goddess Artemis had arrived.

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