The villain of Kuaishou is a bug

Chapter 217

The golden shattered light gathers and spreads out in the space, and the unknown shackle rune is already transparent, shackles everything weakly.

007 is dressed in white, with silver and white lotus patterns intertwined on the cuffs and waist. He is holding a teacup, his elegant and ancient charm is still the same.

Ripples appeared in the air, 007 raised his eyes, smiled, ignored it, and circled the seal with his slender fingertips.

A little bit of starlight disintegrated with his movements, and then condensed not far away.

1087 emerged from a pile of miscellaneous leaves, with a mournful face.

"I guess you're going to say that that interesting god used his divine power on the ordinary plane." Before 1087 could speak, 007 smiled slightly and spoke in a warm voice, his eyebrows and eyes like a fairy.

"Master 007, you know, why didn't you stop it?" 1087 tilted his head in confusion, blinking his eyes.

"It's the last world, let her play." 007 took a sip of tea, his smile remained unchanged, and the light tea fragrance overflowed between his lips and teeth.

Besides, with the strength of that god, if she really got angry, he might not be able to stop her.

He can't do thankless things.

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Inside the car, Zhu Yan buried his head on the girl's neck, the black jade pendant was cold to the bone, his face was as pale as ever, but his lips were rare red and almost dripping blood, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle and intertwined, like an abyss that led people to fall.

His breathing was very light, and even after seeing the unlikely scene just now, he still didn't ask anything, holding the girl quietly, with a fragile and gentle breath.

God gave him a very high IQ and a perfect skin, so it never pitied him in other ways.

Some things are either never given, or they are ruthlessly taken back after they are given.

He thought he was already numb, but he didn't want to feel panicked when this thing happened to him again.

At the moment of life and death, his first reaction was to hope that the gentle sky would lean on her.

Love broke away from reason and completely shattered his playful indifference all along.

He fell into the abyss of desire and love, but he would like to be his companion all his life.

Zhu Yan couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was, strands of morbid feelings that shouldn't appear entangled his heart, he couldn't get rid of it but he was so happy, maybe the world called it love.

Not just liking, he loves his little girl.

The temperature on Zhu Yan's body was too cold, Sui Ling's fingertips fell on his hair, soothing him gently.

It wasn't until he arrived at the old Xi's house that Zhu Yan let go of the girl, but his hand was still clasping her wrist, his eyes were full of complicated and sick emotions, compared to the past, he was a little too calm and silent at this time.

Sui Ling frowned slightly, and stopped to look at him.

The girl's eyes were peaceful and peaceful, Zhu Yan bent her eyes, but they did not see the brilliance of the past.

Sui Ling saw his reluctance, touched his face, her voice was gentle and flat, "You don't have to smile if you don't want to."

"Okay." Zhu Yan didn't take advantage of this to seduce Suiling, and responded gently.

Zhu Yan asked Sui Ling to go upstairs first, and go to the kitchen to cook some food by herself.

The housekeeper in the old Xi's house had already fallen asleep, and there were no other servants. Sui Ling took a few glances at Zhu Yan, nodded and went upstairs.

Sui Ling often eats in the old house, so no matter when, the refrigerator in the kitchen will be full of food.

Zhu Yan didn't turn on the light in the kitchen, but walked to the refrigerator with the help of the faint moonlight, stretched out his hand to open it, and the faint white light mixed with cool air lightly sprinkled on the gentle but cold face of the young man.

Seeing the food in the refrigerator, his lower eyelids trembled, and the end of his eyes curled up in a shallow arc, his coldness subsided a little.

A few days ago, the girl asked him what he loved. At that time, her eyes were pale and her hands were still busy with other things.

I thought she was asking casually, but never thought that she had already remembered what he said in her heart.

It's not that he doesn't have things he likes, but that no one remembers them. Gradually, he doesn't like to reveal these preferences.

Zhu Yan stretched out his hand to grab a few girls' favorite food, and rolled up the sleeves of Yueqing Se, revealing a thin and strong wrist bone.

When he turned around, he turned on the light, and there was a row of expensive wines on the transparent glass counter. An inconspicuous light flashed in Zhu Yan's eyes, and he lowered his head and patiently cleaned the vegetables.

Sui Ling wiped her long hair with a towel, walked out of the bathroom, and looked at the window. The wine-red curtains were tied up and tied on both sides.

The lights outside the window were dim, and the bright moon was hanging high. Except for the occasional one or two unknown insects, the environment was quiet and quiet.

Sui Ling was looking at the sporadic lights outside the window, her mind was empty, when there was a sound at the door, she looked away and moved to the door indifferently.

Zhu Yan half-bent his lips, apparently in a much better mood than before.

Cooking can also ease the mood?

Sui Ling thought about it.

Then let him cook more next time.

[…] Is this direction of understanding a bit biased?
Zhu Yan put the dishes on the table, and the ruby ​​red wine shone beautifully under the lamp.

He looked up at Sui Ling, with a warm light in his blue-gray eyes, "Is the little girl drinking?"

Sui Ling didn't speak, her eyes fell on the wine, and she raised her eyes to look at him calmly, without any waves in her eyes.

The air fell silent.

Just when Zhu Yan thought that Sui Ling would refuse, her clear and flat voice sounded in the quiet space, "Okay."

Zhu Yan opened the lid of the wine, and the mellow aroma of the wine began to permeate the air, a little intoxicating.

He poured a glass of wine for the girl, held the glass in his hand, and the red liquid made his fingertips whiter and whiter.

Sui Ling took the glass of wine, with a touch of warmth and softness imprinted between her brows, Zhu Yan kissed lightly, with a gentle tone, "I made it for you, you eat first, don't wait for me."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Yan also took the clothes and went into the bathroom.

Sui Ling didn't refute his intentions, looked at the wine in her hand, then at the fragrant dishes over there, walked over and sat down.

This wine is a wine, not spicy at the entrance, with a slightly sweet fruity aroma. After being fermented in oak barrels, it is infused with an indelible aged aroma.

Zhu Yan's cooking skills are very good. The color of the dishes on the table can make people appetite. Sui Ling picked up the beef with chopsticks. The unique taste made Sui Ling bend her eyes happily.

When Zhu Yan came out, the wine in Sui Ling's cup had already bottomed out, but the girl's expression was still clear, as if she had never drunk it.

Zhu Yan raised his lower eyelids, and wiped the water from the ends of his hair.

The little girl is fine with alcohol.

He also walked to the table, and sat down with Sui Ling face to face, his eyes shone with gentle light, finely broken, without coldness and sickness, the brows and eyes that were already warm were hazy and illusory, with bewilderment invisibly.

Zhu Yan stretched out his hand, poured a glass of wine for himself, and also filled Sui Ling's glass again.

"Is it delicious?" Zhu Yan looked at the girl with a smile, his lips were reddened by the water vapor.

"Yeah." Sui Ling didn't tell a lie, she hummed softly, her hair was hanging down, and she was pulling it behind her ear again, and she had done most of it.

Zhu Yan said with a smile, only a slight joy could be heard in his tone, "Then eat more, no one has eaten the rice I cooked yet."

Cooking was also a compulsory course that his mother asked him to take when he was young. It's not that he didn't give her these dishes he made by himself, but as expected, the woman must have fallen down.

Later, after his cooking course was over, there was no need and no one dared to ask him to cook, but his first-hand cooking skills were still in his hands.

Now it is a sense of accomplishment to raise a little girl.

(End of this chapter)