[Comprehensive] Ambition Execution

The warm milk bottle was stuffed into his bosom, and the hungry Mengbao swallowed instinctively with all fours and the pacifier in his mouth. After a while, he didn't feel right. When he raised his head, he saw the young man squatting down and looking down at him.Pale skin, expressionless face, dark eyes...it looks like a paper-cut man.Meng Bao was still subconsciously sucking on the pacifier while looking at it. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind brought a raindrop and hit his forehead. Meng Bao was shocked, and suddenly realized that the young man in front of him was the target person!

How can you be addicted to online games these days even with facial paralysis... Meng Bao was heartbroken, but his face immediately burst into a smile, and he even gave up the delicious pacifier, only to shake the phantom paper that said "Take care of me".

But facing our cute, handsome, handsome and charming Meng Bao's bright smile, the young man's face twitched again.This time Meng Bao saw it clearly——hey, this is naked disgust!

The young man stood up, and snapped——after pressing the button, the umbrella in his hand swung open. The young man turned his wrist, and the black umbrella opened above his head.He looked at his watch, feeling a little hurried.Turning around, he obviously didn't want to talk to Meng Bao anymore, and was about to leave mercilessly.

How could I let you go!Meng Bao immediately let go of the bottle, grabbed the young man's trouser legs with both hands, and at the same time made a sharp turn - this guy seems to be a guy who can't see others laugh because of his facial paralysis. In this case, Meng Ge had to change to the tear gas route. Come on, Brother Meng, you can do it, are you the actor!

So when the young man lowered his head, he saw the big black eyes with watery tears on the poor fat face with pouting lips, and the sad "eight" character twisted out of the faint eyebrows with difficulty. The soft lanugo flutters in the cold wind...

Meng Bao is looking at you sadly, you IAD!

The bean-sized rain became dense, pattering and pattering all over the ground.After a stalemate for a long time, the young man bent down, and Meng Bao immediately opened his small arms to hug him, but the facts proved that he was being sentimental——

The young man put the umbrella on the bamboo basket and left.

Meng Baobao, who only left his arms open, swiped the screen with "a big trough", "Male Gobi" and "shit" on his face.

The umbrella was skillfully stuck to the ground, so although the wind was roaring and shaking, the umbrella did not roll away.

The rain was rushing, and after the initial self-esteem was injured, Meng Bao quickly resurrected on the spot, holding the bottle and sucking contentedly.

"Meow~"

A stray cat got into the rain, because the fluff was wet, the whole cat was sticky and thin.The embarrassed cat's face looked funny, the cat was obviously coveting the warm velvet bamboo basket, Meng Ge leaned against the bamboo basket and squinted at the cat below.

"Meow~" the cat yelled flatteringly, obviously having a good impression of this immature creature, and lowered its head to approach.

But our Meng Bao is not a fluffy person (go to Katsura Kotaro, you bastard), even old men can't stand sharing the bed with a wet and dirty cat!So Meng Bao showed an evil expression like Naraku's child, and waved his arms to drive away the poor meow.

"Meow..." Cat Sang took two steps back injured, curled up pitifully on the edge of the umbrella.

The world outside the umbrella is continuous rain.

Meng Bao yawned, rubbed the velvet and got ready to sleep.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps and splashes of water.The street lamp was haggard in the night rain, but the figure in the thin suit was still detected.

The rain flowed quickly along the young man's bangs and cheeks. He frowned, looking at the umbrella on the ground and wondering what he was thinking.

After a long time, I lowered my body and picked up the umbrella on the ground.

"Meow—" The frightened cat jumped into the alley.

The young man squatted down to prevent the bamboo basket from being wet by the slanting wind and rain.The pale fingers hanging down on his knees were dripping with drops of water. He held his umbrella and closed his eyes, looking quite troubled, although his face was still expressionless.The baby in the bamboo basket was blown dazedly by the wind and opened its eyes, and soon closed them again.It's just that a small hand stretched out from the bamboo basket and held the young man's fingers softly.

□□, Taidao, hemp rope, □□, scorpion in a glass box, potted plant, skeleton specimen...

At first sight of this store, everyone will want to whistle and say "cool~" like Meng Bao, but if you know that these are not fun collections, but to let people find a more suitable way to commit suicide, It probably wouldn't be cool.

That's right, this Tuvashe store full of ancient European charm is a "suicide store" dedicated to serving suicides.

Tuwashe, a young man with facial paralysis who finally adopted Meng Bao, is the owner of this shop.

Mengbao was lying in the baby basket, and he could see hanging ropes of various lengths and materials hanging from the ceiling, and the colorful and beautiful liquids in the assorted crystal glass bottles on the high shelf were all deadly.

Meng Bao lowered his gaze, and saw the black windmill in his hand, with a blood-red skull face painted on each rotating blade.

"puff--"

Meng Bao used his leaky mouth to blow the windmill, but the windmill trembled and didn't turn, but was splashed with saliva.

Crackling——The skeleton of the little skeleton man hanging on the door is knocking, and a new guest has arrived.

The guests who came here were undoubtedly the more miserable existences in this miserable world. Their footsteps were hesitant, their eyes were slow, and their eye circles were stained with a strong shadow of death.Tuvache is entertaining guests, it is a young lady, her supposedly beautiful facial features are very dull, with puffiness from poor sleep, she is hesitating, she does not know how to go to another world.

"Please feel free to look at it."

Tuwashe greeted the newcomer, and then continued to sell products to the lady in front of him——

"This fruit knife is new this year (the sound of drawing the knife), as you can see, it is creatively designed in the shape of a dolphin. The blade has been greatly improved compared to previous years, and the blade is wide and deep (rotating blade) - don't Cut arteries, even bones. I personally recommend this paring knife to commit suicide by slashing your wrists... open a bottle of champagne, swim in the sea of ​​death in a warm bath. Ladies..."

"Ha ha--!"

The gorgeous laughter like a bursting bubble interrupted Tuvashe's introduction, his eyebrows jumped, but he quickly continued to grab the customer's attention: "If you choose to cut your wrists to commit suicide, I would suggest that you fill the bathtub with Hot water, you know it can relax your mind and relieve fatigue, and at the same time ensure your blood rushes out quickly, allowing you to reach heaven in an instant..."

"Hahaha--!"

"He's laughing..." The old lady standing by the cradle widened her eyes in disbelief, and carefully poked Meng Bao's soft cheek with her fingers as if she was looking for some magical creature.Finally, he didn't need to be paralyzed by himself, Meng Bao felt very happy. He twisted his body, and the blanket covering his body slipped off, revealing his milky white chubby body.

"He's laughing..."

"No, ma'am, no one in this city laughs."

Tuva Sheben's lack of ups and downs, which was interrupted repeatedly, became even more indifferent.

"But he is..."

Meng Bao showed a big smile to Tuwashe who appeared above the cradle, and waved his small arms to hug him.Tuwashe glanced at him indifferently, his youthful face was expressionless: "He just twitched his face, ma'am."

Immediately, he stretched out his hand wearing the skull jewel ring, opened his thumb and index finger and pressed down on both sides of Meng Bao's mouth: "He looks very uncomfortable, doesn't he?"

"Uh……"

Meng Bao, who was forced to shut up, let out a "hum-hum-hum" sound through his nasal cavity, his small nostrils flaring vigorously, and his brows furrowed, looking like a calf ready to horn someone.

Tuwashe showed a satisfied look—although his face was still expressionless, he immediately let go of his hand.

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat

Meng Bao, who regained the freedom of his face, laughed again, and then saw Tuwashe's eyebrows twitch——

"Look, he really smiled!"

"Tear--" Tuwashe, who turned around, slapped Meng Bao on the face without looking at it.The world is clean.

Murder... Breathe... I need to breathe... Meng Bao rolled his eyes with a large piece of black tape on his face.

"Madam, do you need help?" Tuwashe re-entered the welcoming mode.

"First, sir," the old lady stammered, "you also sealed his nose."

"..."

There was another "tearing" sound of tearing the tape, Meng Bao was so painful——!

A ridiculous red mark appeared on the immature baby's skin, and Meng Bao looked at Tuwashe with tears in his eyes, showing a pear-blossoming smile——

"Snapped--"

Then it was sealed again without a doubt.

It's really sad, Meng Bao, who was thrown into the cold palace by Tuwashe, shed a sad halazi...

Hahaha idiot, do you think Mengge can't tear off the tape? You're too careless. This glue will lose its stickiness as long as you spit out a little more. Stupid Mengge is such a smart little baby——!