Doomsday villain: The school beauty is tied at the beginning!

"You little girl, how dare you laugh at me?"

"You will feel better in the future, so don't ask me for help then."

After Zhong Lingwei finished washing, she came to Nie Caier, pinched the little girl's pretty face, and said "viciously".

When Nie Cai'er heard this sentence, she was slightly taken aback, and for a while did not understand the meaning of Zhong Lingwei's words.

Then I saw a hint of cunning in Zhong Lingwei's eyes, and suddenly realized that a shy blush suddenly appeared on that green and fair cheek, which was rosy and very cute.

"Sister Lingwei, this is for you."

Seeing that she couldn't talk to Zhong Lingwei, Nie Caier quickly changed the subject and took out an item from her backpack.

"pistol?"

"You want me to give it to Zhao Lang?"

When Zhong Lingwei saw what Nie Caier took out, she instantly understood what Caier meant.

"Yes, Zhao Lang and I are not very familiar yet, so in case..."

Nie Caier hesitated for a moment, because Zhao Lang gave her the feeling that she was elusive and unfathomable, and she still couldn't figure out Zhao Lang's character traits for the time being.

What's more, she is still dependent on others, which makes her feel a little uneasy from time to time. If she does something bad, she will easily offend Zhao Lang, which is not good.

Zhong Lingwei naturally knew Caier's concerns, but some things were better done by herself, and for Caier, this might be a very good opportunity.

So she took Nie Caier's hand and whispered in his ear:

"Cai'er, remember, you first..."

"Then......."

"Do as I say, and you'll be fine."

...............

living room!

Zhao Lang sat on the sofa with his eyes closed, tapped his fingers on the armrest lightly, and was thinking about what to do next to maximize his benefits, but there was a sound of light footsteps behind him.

He didn't pay attention, there were only a few people in the villa, the footsteps were either Zhong Lingwei's or Nie Caier's.

Accompanied by a faint fragrance, a pair of small hands as white as jade rested on his shoulders and began to massage gently.

"Cai'er?"

This fragrance made Zhao Lang immediately know who it was. It was different from Lingwei's scent. It was fresh and warm, with an indescribable feeling.

It's just that the massage techniques and techniques are a bit rusty, and compared with the maids he carefully cultivated, they are still a bit out of training.

"Use a little force."

Zhao Lang stretched out his hands, leaned on the sofa, and enjoyed it.

Nie Cai'er, who was behind him, turned towards him, stuck out her pink tongue mischievously, then took a light breath, and pressed it hard.

Her fingers kept kneading around Zhao Lang's shoulders.

Because it was the first time to give someone a massage, and the object was still Zhao Lang, so every physical contact made her feel a little nervous and shy.

Pressing and pressing, she seemed to feel Zhao Lang's strong and powerful body, and Cai'er's fair and tender face couldn't help but blush.

Thinking of what Sister Lingwei said at the beginning, her face turned redder, and there were some subtle changes in her heart, rippling, and the massage movements seemed to be much lighter.

"Lang... Brother Lang, are you comfortable?"

Nie Caier, who pressed the button for a while, couldn't help asking, she didn't come here for massage, she had other things to do.

"It's okay, but I need to practice more in the future."

Nie Caier was overjoyed when she heard Zhao Lang's words, and she was hit by sister Lingwei's words. With this sentence, she could directly approach Zhao Lang in the future.

But in the next second, Zhao Lang didn't expect Zhao Lang to change the subject.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Zhao Lang's deep and powerful voice made her feel an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Nie Cai'er stopped massaging and bit her moist lips subconsciously, feeling a little nervous in her heart.

"I was still "Qingqing me" just now, why did I suddenly become serious? It's really moody."

However, she could only complain silently in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it in person.

Nie Cai'er calmed down her nervousness, and with a smile on her face, she hurriedly walked in front of Zhao Lang with small steps.

"this..."

While looking into Zhao Lang's eyes, she took out a pistol.

But Zhao Lang's eyes were too sharp and bright, like a sharp sword, piercing directly into her heart.

This made her lower her eyebrows slightly, a little afraid to look directly at Zhao Lang's gaze, and even retreated a little in her heart.

"Just put it on the table."

Zhao Lang looked at the shy little girl in front of her whose blush had not completely dissipated and said in a low voice, her tone softened a bit.

He almost forgot that his pistol was still in Nie Caier's hands.

"No, I mean..."

Nie Caier seemed to have thought of something, she shook her head, her eyes became firm.

She stared into Zhao Lang's eyes again, and continued decisively:

"Can you give me some more bullets for this gun?"

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