Interstellar Food God [System]

Just as Modi was about to politely say no, Irene was one step ahead of him. She had already walked past him, pulling her skirt and walking towards the pillars outside, and quickly merged into the night.

Modi held back his words, shook his head and smiled, thinking that no wonder the former Modi and the current Yorkson would be so obsessed with her. Sometimes men are like this. They didn't want to chase, but they ran away. Involuntarily chasing after her, Irene clearly knew how effective this seemingly weak initiative was.

Just in time to chat with her about Mo Fei's custody.Modi thought coldly, he would never return the child to this irresponsible and scheming mother.

He called Jerry over, took Mo Fei to see the male god, and followed him.

Outside the colonnade is a grove of white roses, strayed into the depths of the grove, the dim evening lights, the fragrance of moonlight flowers, very seductive.

Yiren under the moon, with an exquisite figure, is too beautiful to behold.

Modi thought the scene was ridiculous and thought: Why on earth is she so confident?And I guess in order to ask what I want to ask, I have to cooperate with acting for a while, and I feel that people can live for a long time.

"You..." Irene's eyes wandered up and down, as if she still had feelings, "You look good."

Modi almost laughed out loud, thinking that the standard sentence shouldn't be that you have lost weight recently?

"Ah."

Modi took a step closer, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, handsome, gentle as jade, and extraordinary: "I only have one question for you."

Irene's eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and her eyes were hazy like a dream. She took a breath, leaned towards Modi, and gently held Modi's arm with her hands, as if she was a little nervous and looking forward to it : "What do you want to ask?"

Her face was close at hand, as soft as moonlight. For a moment, Modi felt an almost creepy femininity, and his muscles tensed uncomfortably, and he took a step back.

Suddenly, the overhead lamp exploded, sparks flew everywhere, and glass shards flew. Irene screamed and backed away. Several small holes were burned in her skirt, and her bare arms were also burned.

Modi looked at the flickering lights, and Irene immediately leaned over and grabbed his sleeve, panicked and weak: "What's going on, ah, Modi!"

Another lamp exploded.Modi dodged immediately, and Irene was attacked by sparks and glass shards again. She was in a panic and screamed.Wherever Irene retreated, the lights blew up, and finally couldn't take it anymore, and fled in [-]cm high heels.

Modi looked at the mess on the ground in a daze, and suddenly felt a beam of sight. He turned his head and saw a tall figure standing suddenly among the dim flowers, with a beautiful and amazing outline outlined by the moonlight.

Louis looked at him through the darkness and the flowers, as deep as the sea and as imposing as a mountain.

Suddenly, Modi felt guilty and nervous for no reason. He glanced at the broken lamp and said in his heart...why?

Louis came over, and with every step he took, the overwhelming momentum became more and more overwhelming. When he finally stopped in front of Modi, Modi stuttered: "General...jun."

Louis silently brushed his shoulders, patted off a little lamp ash, then supported his back, and said in a deep voice, "Want to drink?"

Modi was tense all over, but it was different from the uncomfortable tension facing Irene. It was purely oppressed by momentum, and he repeated very unnutritively: "You... want to drink?"

"Yeah." Louis replied, as if he was satisfied that he was paying attention to himself, being captured by the aura, and brushed away a bunch of broken hair that was blocking Modi's eyes.

After doing this, both of them were stunned. Louis withdrew his hand unnaturally. Modi turned his face to one side. He felt that the place on his cheek where his fingers brushed was a little hot. He felt a tsunami in his heart and shouted: What are you doing? ?What do you want with blood running down your face?

Louis stared at him, suddenly feeling impulsive: "You still like her?"

Modi didn't respond: "Who?"

Louis pondered for a moment, as if wondering if he should ask, and finally said, "Your ex-wife."

Modi: "..."

He felt... so embarrassing, it was really embarrassing to be asked such a question by the general.I really want to turn around and leave, and then go back and dismantle Jerry.

During the banquet, Jerry had Mo Fei in one hand and Lida in the other, completely like a dad, his back felt cold, and he sneezed loudly.

Modi followed Louis and went up the stairs on the outside to the terrace on the second floor at the back of the villa.

The moonlight is dim, the breeze is blowing, and you can see a large area of ​​quiet woods and flowers. It seems that the world has fallen asleep, and there are only two of them.

There was a small wine cabinet at the door not far away. Obviously, Louis was very familiar with the structure of this house, so he chose such a place where no one would bother him and he could drink.

Modi had the feeling of being thrown into an exceptionally beautiful enclosed space with Louis, submerged in the moonlight, a little awkward and nervous.

Louis leaned against the snow-white marble fence, took a glass of red wine, and seemed to be shaking it subconsciously, staring at Modi, not knowing what he was thinking.

Modi could only grab a glass of wine, walked over and touched him: "General, I respect you, you have done me and Xiaofei a great favor, although I am weak, I still hope to have the opportunity to repay you. "

He wanted to say, no matter what, I would do it for you, but after thinking about it, he felt a little nasty to say this, so he just smiled.

In the night, Modi's face and temperament matched the moonlight, appearing soft and gentle, like swaying red wine, and the fine rays of light on the edge of the goblet, all of which appeared hazy and dreamlike, as if they would dissipate at the touch of a touch.

Louis couldn't restrain the feeling of wanting to get close to him. When clinking glasses with Modi, he leaned his arms close to him without any trace, looked down at him, and had the urge to rub his black and soft hair.

"I haven't answered the question you asked before." Louis whispered, "Do you still like her?"

Discussing his private life with the general, Modi was still a little uncomfortable, so he could only lower his head and smile, "I don't like it anymore." After a pause, he added, "I liked it very much in the past, but that experience... I really can't talk about it anymore. .”

Louis seemed to relax for a moment, and approached imperceptibly: "Then now..." Is there anyone else you like now?

As deep and introverted as Louis, he didn't want to say it out loud, but perhaps because he was a little more relaxed, he asked out loud.

So Louis was stunned for a while, and Modi also looked at him in surprise, thinking: What?

Why ask him this?

"Now..." Modi didn't know what to say, so he could only change the subject abruptly, "Is it you who blew up the street lamp just now?"

Louis seemed to have been punctured, and pretended not to care, and turned to the side seemingly calmly: "Well, sometimes I get out of control."

Modi looked at him suspiciously, and found that the general's handsome face was a little red, and he thought to himself: Is it for drinking?He smiled and said, "It was a great help, thank you." He felt that the two of them had nothing to talk about, so he said, "I'll go down and see Mo Fei, it's too much trouble for Jerry to take him..."

However, the wrist was suddenly grabbed, and the whole person paused.

Louis grabbed his wrist with a complex expression, as if he had thought a lot in a flash, then moved his hand slightly, held his hand with the palm of his hand close to the back of his hand, and shook it hard again, as if hoping that he could understand something, The voice is deep and pleasant: "Can't you accompany me?"

Modi was completely taken aback.The general asked him to accompany him for a while?Drink with him?Why would you want him to accompany you?

He was at a loss: "You... drank too much?"

Louis drank the wine in the glass, blushed a little more, and said, "Yeah."

Modi was at a loss for a moment, caught in a dilemma.