[JOJO] They all say that there is no such disease as juvenile dementia!

After resting in the stronghold for a few days, Proxiet said that he had already contacted Porpo and asked me to go with him to see Porpo today.

I didn't expect Polpo to live in a prison. After all, in the United States, ordinary gangsters dare not send themselves to prison. The prison is the territory of the FBI guys, except for my family... because money can make ghosts push grind.

Proxieter said he would go in with me, and he said that the fat man must not know me, and he wanted to take care of the place for me.In fact, I didn't know what the town was like until I saw Polpo himself.

Such a high-end single-person large suite abruptly gave Polpo a feeling of mini food and play... Gulliver's Adventures?

My expression was subtle: "Our whole team can't keep him down, right?"

"Let's talk about it..." Proxiet patted my head.

On the other hand, Bo Erbo greeted Proxiet quite happily when he saw him: "Hey, it's been a long time since Proxiet... Would you like some wine?"

"..."

Prosciutto didn't take over.

"Tsk... Needless to say the polite words, this is the Gambino family I told you about." Proxiet directly ignored Bolbo's warm greeting.

I stepped forward and bowed and said, "Hi, Mr. Polpo, my name is Lizzy Gambino."

I was greeted by silence, Polpo's eyes with black irises looking down at me, and although he looked funny, his breath kept me from laughing.

Polpo drank the glass of red wine as big as his finger in one gulp, hiccupped and said, "You Gambino family...are you committed to join the passionate people...It's very dangerous to connect with each other like this. .”

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I didn't talk to Proxieter, Boerbo just wanted to see what the purpose of my contacting other members was, but he agreed to meet me, and he had already arranged a meeting for me before that. Will anyone fall for it?

"Hahahaha..." Sure enough, Polbo's expression changed, and he said with a smile: "Santa Lucia port, at six o'clock tomorrow morning, ship No. 4 at No. [-] port, he's waiting for you there... Miss, you are very smart."

At the end of the conversation, Proshut looked as if he wanted to disappear in place.

But before I left, I couldn't help but said to Porpo: "If Mr. Porpo is considering liposuction, you can come to my hospital, and we will cover it."

"..."

I think Polpo's smile seems to have the word "seeking death" written in it.

Walking out of the prison, Proxiet had a smile on his face, and he asked me, "Are you trying to annoy Borbo on purpose?"

"No, I'm serious... The health of obese people is worrying. If Porpo gets fatter, he won't live long."

Proxiet pinched my earlobe and said, "You are quite considerate."

Because it was a little itchy, I shrank my shoulders: "I'm afraid that when he dies too early, it will be gone when he needs to use it."

Proxiet and I had no intention of going back. We held hands and walked along the port of Santa Lucia.

The breeze blew over Prosciut's face, bringing his golden hair to float in the air... I have to say that he is really good-looking, with clear browbones and deep eye sockets, and his eyes are like polished diamonds.

In the past, I only wanted to date him because he was handsome. I didn’t expect that he was more like me than me, and lived a better life than me. This kind of attraction is often fatal.

Proxiet let go of the holding hands, put his hands on my waist and put half of his body on me, and asked me in a low voice: "Have you thought about our future?"

In fact, I don't know... I really don't know, I really love Prosciutto, I don't need to deny it, but I can't see my future, I have something destined to do... I can't be sure whether I will be with him for the rest of my life.

Because I didn't answer him, Prosciut sighed and whispered in my ear: "My loveshe'sawildone."

Hearing the familiar lyrics, I laughed happily, turned around and took his hand and sang softly: "Gotmelosingallcontrol..."

This is the song I used to play in my room in Mexico.

Proxiete's smile is gentle when he is happy, although he is rigorous and sensitive...I like his sharpness and cruelty...but his gentleness really makes people fall into it.

Italian kisses are delicate and deep, and every corner will be swept away... American kisses are passionate, and every kiss can't wait to contain everything.

We got a room at the hotel next door, with windows facing Vesuvius.As night fell, the volcano lost its magnificence, and Naples showed what the world's three major night city cities should look like.

Every physical collision is accompanied by a slight whimper, Prosciut's slightly wet blond hair brushes my cheeks, his waist is tight... his hands gently hold my waist, he is really perfect in this respect .

As the breathing leveled off, my blond hair and Prosciut's blond hair intermingled as intricately as the two of us.

"Prosciutto..."

"Ah."

"I said I wasn't joking with you at the time, and this is the third time I've said it."

He put his hand under my neck a little closer and said, "Then I'll just wait for that day."

Wait wait... because God will hire demons as servants, so we will have God's forgiveness.

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Polpo: Are you the prophet Lixi?

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