The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Ruper sat down with a smile, his eyes darting up and down Miss Watson. The last time she saw the other party wearing women's clothing was on the stage of the tavern. It was difficult to see clearly from a distance, but now she could enjoy it. Ms. Kyoko next to her also had her eyes on Ms. Watson's face. Unlike others, she was completely observing the structure of the teeth in that mouth.

As for Miss Watson...

She pinched her thighs unnaturally. She had been a woman for a long time and suddenly returned to this state. She was really not used to the feeling of an extra thing in her skirt. Unlike when she deceived men before, the three women in front of her knew their true identities, and their gazes were so direct that Miss Watson always had the illusion of being penetrated.

"Isn't that nice of you!"

After watching for a while, the wolf mother became happier and happier: "Hey, pretty girl, lift your hair and let me see?"

"Yeah."

Miss Watson wore a sweet fake smile and lifted her long bangs, revealing her big eyes with gothic smoky makeup. The next second, the smile suddenly disappeared from her face. She leaned back on the chair again and picked up another strawberry from the plate without expression. The tip of her delicate nose wrinkled slightly, and the corners of her mouth tilted slightly to both sides, then drooped again.

She looks like a pretty girl having a bad temper.

Thinking back to Watson's masculine attire, the contrast was so exciting that Kalena couldn't stop admiring and teasing him. She smiled evilly and raised her upper body, moved forward towards Miss Watson, and reached out to rub her light blond shoulder-length hair. Compared with other people's hair, which has a sticky feel with a bit of grease, Watson's hair is as soft as his skin, and you don't want to let go of it at all.

"Don't--!"

Although she said this, Miss Watson did not resist. After Luper rubbed it thoroughly, she pouted half of her lips and reached out to arrange her hair. After being manipulated by the wolf mother, the long bangs that originally covered her face were almost completely spread out, and her beautiful face was fully exposed, which was full of enchantment under the gothic smoky makeup.

It’s just that the lip color doesn’t match a bit.

"You should wear lip gloss."

Luper raised his eyebrows and picked up the hot tea that the waiter had just poured: "Purple or black, I see gothic styles in magazines."

"Originally I wiped it."

Miss Watson sighed, with a bit of sadness in her eyes: "It's a pity that it was licked off."

Suck!

Hearing these words, Luper put down the teacup and wiped the corners of his mouth, and while getting a tissue, he turned his attention to Bertha. Michelle, on the other hand, had a calm look on her face. If her hair hadn't been messy and the blush on her cheeks hadn't completely faded, it would have been thought that she hadn't heard what Miss Watson said at all. Seeing that the other party did not respond at all, Luper, who was still not satisfied, decisively changed his strategy:

"I can say now that Watson is the most beautiful woman in the Wolf Pack. Hey, I really should find a camera to take a picture of you. Ghost and the others have never seen you like this... Wait. Wait, Watson, have they seen it? If they see it, you have to be careful when you take a shower and sleep at night."

"They haven't seen it."

Miss Watson rolled her eyes: "But as a precaution, I suggest you transfer me to the women's dormitory next time you take action, and don't let me be with those three stinky men when taking a shower."

"Ha! I don't mind, Bertha. What do you think?"

"...You think beautifully."

Michela flicked her butterfly knife and cut the apple in her hand into two halves, but she didn't know who she was talking to. At this time, Miss Watson finally arranged her hair again. She took out the hairpin from her pocket and lifted half of her long bangs. The hair composed of black light virus biomass is extremely malleable and can slightly change its shape according to the subject's wishes. There will be no hair curling at all. If it were not for concealment, Miss Watson would not even need hairpins.

But the problem is that there is no mop to cover the dining table.

In Rio de Janeiro, where the average skin color of people is more or less brown, it is rare to see Miss Watson with white thighs. Although she has tried to lower the "brightness", after all, it is not easy to make the mental image difference between herself and the members of the Wolf Pack team Too big. And from the perspective of curvy beauty alone, most of the people present were several levels behind Miss Watson——

Especially those two legs.

Human beings' sense of beauty of lines is innately engraved deep in their genes. This is a feeling that can be distinguished by the naked eye. Miss Watson had only been here for ten minutes, and all the male and female waiters in the restaurant had walked around this remote corner several times. Fortunately, Michela sat outside to block it, otherwise it would definitely attract more eyes.

After a few more minutes, the dishes finally arrived on the table.

“(Brazilian Portuguese) Here’s your shrimp in coconut milk.”

The young male waiter looked at Miss Watson's face. Although he smiled sincerely, his eyes were a little shy and flustered. He asked in English with some stuttering: "Miss, do you need anything else?"

"No, thank you."

Miss Watson pinched a few reals with a face value of 5 and handed them out.

"Haha, okay, this is the second one."

Watching the waiter walk away, Luper smiled and took another sip of wine. In fact, apart from the French wives who were laughing and joking around at this table, Michela actually enjoyed it a little bit. Rather, watching her boyfriend wear women's clothes was one of her main purposes tonight. What other purposes did she have... ...She had already done it before entering the restaurant.

After all the trouble, it's not like a few people didn't talk about business.

For the Wolf Pack, not being exposed is the best news. Ghost and Beltway were able to escape the red light district largely thanks to their "geographical advantage." There are a large number of foreign tourists here. Once fighting breaks out, Rio de Janeiro's gold tourism business card will definitely suffer losses. No one can bear this responsibility, so both the black and white parties must try to maintain a stable situation. Fortunately, it was the morning when the incident occurred, so there was no one around, so these movements were quickly covered up.

But for the entire underground world in Rio de Janeiro, the turmoil started last night. The Xuetu Gang, whose power had been greatly damaged, could no longer maintain its original territory. After receiving the news, the leader of the Xuetu Gang tried his best to gather his strength and prepare to face the encirclement and suppression by his peers. In the eyes of local gangs, the Blood Tu Gang holds the majority of channels, territory and market share. However, they are still capable of fighting, so no one has acted rashly to avoid becoming the next Blood Tu Gang.

Hopper called in the afternoon with bad news.

The boss of the Xue Tu Gang spent a lot of money, and most of the mercenaries and killers in Rio de Janeiro State received the invitation.

Even though the Wolfpack team can now earn six or seven figures for one job, it is all because of Watson. In the mercenary industry, it is the most common job to work as a security guard for tens of dollars a day on a monthly basis. At most, some subsidies can be provided by fighting a war. Although there are high risks and high rewards, risking one's life and risking one's life are two different things after all. Unless the rewards are huge, everyone is usually cautious when choosing contracts. And now the boss of the Xue Tu Gang is well paid, so much so that some members of the police and military systems are considering whether they should retire temporarily.

If nothing else happens, this stalemate will continue for a while until the Blood Paint Gang boss runs out of money, or risks being intercepted and killed on the way to find an opportunity to secretly run away with his cronies and money.

But Luper didn't think so.

Ghost and Beltway were the origins of this turmoil. Although their identities were not exposed in the end, strictly speaking, the boss of the Blood Paint Gang was a hidden danger for most of his life. After waking up in the afternoon, she had been discussing this matter with Hobo, but she couldn't find any good solution. Excluding Watson, the Wolf Pack team has lost nearly half of its current combat effectiveness. It cannot carry hundreds of people to attack the Blood Paint Gang's lair.

I don’t know where the boss is hiding now!

Of course, if Watson did it himself, he would be fine. This is not the first time I have done this kind of thing. If I just absorb some members of the Blood Paint Gang, I might be able to get the entire organization distribution, terrain conditions and architectural details. As long as the equipment is suitable, there are many ways to kill the boss. Even if the other party hides, it is just a matter of devouring a few more people.

......

At 7:50 in the evening, it is the busiest time on the streets.

The rain in the afternoon cleansed the whole city, and even now, there is still a fresh, damp smell in the air. Watson followed Luper and the other women out of the car and walked toward the end of the street. It was not yet the peak travel period, and the road was full of cars of all sizes. After being stuck in traffic jams six times in a row, they simply chose to get off the car and walk.

There is a street band playing not far away. The music is light and soft. Although the overall rhythm is not slow, the layers between the instruments are obvious and the drum beats are not heavy. It sounds very suitable for this street full of palm trees. . In the center of the band, a young female singer swayed her body, her soft voice a little romantic and lazy.

Miss Watson was immediately attracted.

"Do you want to hear it?"

The wolf mother looked back at the couple, smiled, pulled up Si Yan and walked forward: "Si Yan and I will wait for you at the entrance of the exhibition hall. Don't wait too long. Remember not to get the wrong place. Go to the intersection at the end and leave. Just turn it around.”

"Okay, I'll go later."

Waving her hands insincerely, Miss Watson focused her attention on the guitarist again. The other party was holding a classical guitar, and the vibrating rhythm of the strings was so beautiful that I couldn't help but want to play it. He turned his head to the side and blew the hair that touched his mouth: "Baby, what do you think we go buy a guitar in the next few days?"

"No."

Michela came closer from behind, slowly hugged Miss Watson's chest and abdomen with one hand, and began to sway to the rhythm of the music. The woman gently kissed her earlobe with her lips and exhaled a trace of hot breath: "Don't go out on the street in the past few days. I'm going to lock you in the room until I have all the fun. Do you know? I like your When will you show me those pink eyes again?"

"I advise you not to go too far."

Miss Watson turned around, put her arm around Michela's shoulders, and touched her waist with one hand: "You tore my stockings before, what else do you want?"

"I think... I want to eat you." Miss Butterfly Knife held the earlobe in her mouth, but she heard laughter and booing from around them. The two of them had unknowingly attracted some attention, and even the band members also Watching with a smile. There is not much malice in these looks, but mostly appreciation and envy. In fact, similar scenes are very common on the streets of Rio de Janeiro. The reason why they are interested is just because of the outstanding appearance of the two protagonists. Of course, it goes without saying that Miss Watson, Michelle's long-term toned figure is also eye-catching, coupled with various shades of scars, she is beautiful and sassy.

After discovering that she was being watched, Michelle decisively pulled Miss Watson away.

She doesn't like to be looked at.