The self-cultivation of the coquettish scum [Quick Transmigration]

Floating Joy (55)

The driver standing outside the door probably moved a step away from the door in order to avoid it.

Shu Le's sight was unobstructed again.

Pei Shaozhi didn't respond to the question just asked, Shu Le paused for a moment, but still didn't urge him.

He leaned against Pei Shaozhi's arms and looked out, his gaze crossed a well-manicured lawn, and then landed on the fountain where he had just arrived.

When I came here just now, I didn't pay attention because the distance was too close. Now I stood at a distance to look at it again, and Shu Le realized that the angels and Satan on the left and right sides of the fountain are extremely vivid.

The most confusing thing is not the almost neck-to-neck movement between the angel and Satan——

It's a faint trace of tenderness in Satan's expression and a little wavering in the angel's eyes.

This almost invisible tenderness and few waverings are hidden under the evil of Satan and the purity of angels.

At first glance, it seems to be nothing, but it has a long meaning.

The crystal clear water was fed from Satan's mouth into the angel's lips, and the angel was carved into an irresistible posture, raising his head slightly.

It's like waiting for Satan's next love.

It is so rare and strange to be carved into such a statue in a private courtyard, Shu Le couldn't help but take a second look.

Pei Shaozhi rubbed Shu Le's waist with his hand, followed Shu Le's gaze and looked at it together, and said softly: "My mother ordered someone to carve it."

Shu Le was stunned.

Pei Shaozhi seemed to feel that the meaning of this sentence was not clear, and added again: "To be precise, my mother drew the blueprint and asked the most famous Italian sculptor to sculpt it."

It turned out to be from the hands of famous masters.

No wonder it's so alive.

Shu Le looked at it for a while, but he really couldn't understand the meaning of this statue, but the more he looked at it, the more incongruous he felt.

But if you think about it carefully, it is right to be uncoordinated.

Angel and Satan, white and black, are a pair that are incompatible with each other.

However, he was pulled into a composition and appeared in such an intimate manner.

What's more, this statue obviously has a very unequal encroachment, the relationship between active and passive.

"Your mother is indeed very talented."

Shu Le slowly moved her eyes away, silently respecting her low level of education.

In the silence of the night, it was really embarrassing to lose this sentence.

Pei Shaozhi bent his lips and smiled.

He leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on Shu Le's neck.

He had licked and kissed countless times there, and left many marks that belonged to him alone.

Pei Shaozhi clasped his fingers tightly, wrapped Shu Le's palm tightly in his hand, and then said softly: "If even the great director calls this statue a talent, then she must be very happy."

Shu Le frowned: "What do you mean?"

Pei Shaozhi's scorching breath spit out on Shu Le's neck, thread after thread, like bright red snake letters swimming wantonly.

He paused slightly, and said softly: "Honey, the name of this composite statue——translated from Italian to Chinese, is called Pure White Imprisoned by Satan."

"My mother spent more than a year making it specially for my father."

Shu Le froze, his long experience made him suddenly realize that Pei Shaozhi's next words were not so pleasant.

Whether it's from the capital or the driver standing outside the window at this time, or even the flickering gun on the driver's waist——

All of these made Shule feel a sudden feeling.

Pei Shaozhi was never a simple and innocent character like the little cabbage he saw in China.

And this person's background in Italy may be much deeper than I can imagine.

The more one knows about this kind of secret hidden behind others, the harder it is to escape.

Shu Le really wanted to turn around and tell Pei Shaozhi to shut him up, he wasn't curious at all, but his whole body was still limp.

He was so soft that he had to rely on the strength of Pei Shaozhi's arm to sit up straight, so as not to shrink into Pei Shaozhi's arms like a cowherd welcoming guests.

Pei Shaozhi lingered and tenderly planted a series of wet kisses on Shu Le's slender neck, and said as if rewarding him: "Shu Dao, I am different from the information on Fengjue Media."

"My mother is Italian and my father is Chinese."

"My mother met my father when she went to China to pick up the goods, and it was love at first sight."

Pick up.

meet.

What did you pick up?

Why did you meet again?

Shu Le sometimes wonders if he has changed the script too much. Once divergent thinking is developed, no matter how much he changes it, he can't change it.

Just like now.

And Pei Shaozhi's next sentence verified Shu Le's conjecture.

"It's ammunition, baby."

"My father was a border inspector."

Transnationalists selling arms and policemen maintaining border stability.

Shu Le didn't feel any warmth, but shuddered.

Pei Shaozhi kissed Shu Le again.

I don't know if it's because Pei Shaozhi's body temperature is scorching hot, or the night wind is too cold and blows for too long.

Shu Le found that her lips were icy, and even her fingers were icy.

Pei Shaozhi brushed Shu Le's lips and teeth in satisfaction, and lingered for a while when he left: "My mother loves father's appearance in police uniform very much."

Shu Le's breathing was stagnant for two seconds, and he took a breath: "And then?"

Pei Shaozhi smiled lightly, and leaned into Shu Le's ear and said, "Then my mother brought my father to Italy, and I have this private house, and everything that my mother built for my father in the private house."

"Afterwards, naturally there will be me."

Shu Le: "..."

What a "belt" word.

It's wonderful.

So wonderful that Shu Le's face completely darkened, he clenched his teeth tightly, but he didn't know what to say.

He has traveled through so many worlds from the past to the present, and he has calculated others and been calculated. Even a character like Zhou Sui can escape unscathed.

But he has never seen such a lunatic as Pei Shaozhi.

More importantly, this lunatic should never have appeared in his script.

It was he himself who ran to flirt with loneliness and emptiness, thinking that he just hooked up with an unimportant little white lotus, but he didn't expect to play with himself.

Shu Le has gone smoothly in every world since the mission, and hates this unexpected situation that is not planned.

It is even more annoying for the creators of emergencies.

But now he is held in the arms of this maker, and he can't even make a struggle.

Pei Shaozhi took Shu Le's anger and hatred into his eyes, lowered his head, and kissed Shu Le's eyes again and again.

Said softly: "Director Shu, do you still remember the glass of wine I bought you when we met at the bar for the first time?"

Shu Le raised the corners of his eyes, gave Pei Shaozhi a cold look, and lifted the corners of his mouth mockingly: "I'm sorry, I've drank too many other people's wines, and I really don't remember yours."

However, Pei Shaozhi was not angry, instead he stretched out his hand, and personally tidied Shu Le's clothes that were messed up by the kiss just now.

Then he smiled.

He raised his hand to lift Shu Le's chin, and kissed it again lingeringly, his lips and teeth blended together: "It doesn't matter if you don't remember, I still remember."

"It's Latil, I personally made a glass of Latier for you."

Latil cocktails are favored by lovers because of the wine language.

Eternal love, you are my love at first sight.

I will be warm for you, crazy for you.

……

Pei Shaozhi hugged Shu Le, who was exhausted from the long and deep kiss, into his arms, and carried him out of the car door like a princess.

He touched Shu Le's face that was flushed by the kiss, and said with a little regret: "Shu Dao, I wanted you to meet my mother, but you don't seem to like her, so I'll talk about it later." Bar."

Shu Le's whole body was sore and limp, and he breathed in the fresh and cool air quickly, and he didn't even have the strength to explain his rebuttal.

He was held in Pei Shaozhi's arms without any resistance, and walked forward together lightly.

The green ground in front of it is obviously often taken care of by special personnel, and the construction is neat and regular.

The huge roar seemed to resound in the ears suddenly——

Shu Le froze, raised his head subconsciously, and looked in the direction of the sound source.

On the green lawn, a private jet has just started to launch.

Privately hired crew members stood on both sides, bowing at sixty degrees, an extremely standard service posture.

Pei Shaozhi pinned Shu Le's sweat-soaked strands of hair behind his ears, and personally helped Shu Le wipe off the last drop of cold sweat on his forehead with his fingers.

He bent his mouth and said softly, "Baby, welcome home."

The author has something to say: Lele: You are so biantai, does your mother know...

Pei Mingming: Of course my mother knows, she taught me.

Lele: I...%^$#%&*(

Pei Mingming: Don't scold me, let's sleep together baby^_^