chase game

Mr. James Oliver, the owner of the private firearms museum, has been in the army for a long time. Although he has retired for many years now, he still has many bad habits of the former soldiers, such as swearing casually, such as violent temper, Another example is the loud voice from time to time.

"Why did you come to visit my house?" James looked as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight when he heard the news.

"To be exact, it's not your home, but your little gun museum." Philip wrapped his arms around his shoulders, very, very affectionately, "If you're willing to accept, you can immediately get a photo with the cute little pink groundhog." Chance."

"Absolutely impossible." James refused.

"But it's very important to Augustine." Philip forced him to sit on the sofa.

"This is my private collection, not a public museum!" James emphasized.

"Augustin will definitely not care about this." Philip sympathized. "For him, the only difference is whether you are willing or not, and the consequences are very different."

Mr. James is very tight in the chest.

Of course, chest tightness is chest tightness, but for the sake of Augustine, he finally reluctantly agreed.

"And one more thing," continued Philip, "you must be very kind, gracious, kind, kind, and patient when your guests come, and fill the air with a touching fragrance of flowers and hospitality."

James was dizzy.

"It sounds very exciting." Philip held his hand affectionately.

James: "..."

After finishing all this, Philip drove away with confidence.The hustle and bustle of the day had gradually dissipated, and the entire castle was shrouded in darkness.

After Ye Fengwu took a shower, she lay on the bed and picked up a book.

The phone flickered on and off, and the caller showed Augustine.

"Come back." The order was short.

But it was... rejected.

So 10 minutes later, Augustine appeared at the door of Ye Fengwu's bedroom like a king in his nightgown.

"Aren't you afraid of being discovered?" Ye Fengwu laughed.

Augustine closed the bedroom door smoothly, obviously not intending to leave.

There is some falling rain outside the window, and the air is slightly cool, which is indeed very suitable for hugging and sleeping.

"My father gets up very early." Ye Fengwu leaned into his arms, "So you left very early."

Augustine was a little annoyed.

"Good night." Ye Fengwu closed her eyes.

"Why don't you let me buy all the jewelry?" Augustine is still brooding about this,

"Huh?" Ye Fengwu laughed, "It may be nothing to you, but for ordinary people, buying all the jewelry in the entire auction is really crazy."

"So what should I do?" Augustine asked.

"Just relax." Ye Fengwu kissed his chin, "I will be by your side, so don't be nervous."

Augustine turned over and pressed him down, bowed his head and kissed deeply.

"Do you feel that you have been a little too indulgent recently?" Ye Fengwu tilted her head slightly, feeling a tingling pain in her neck.

"It's your fault." Augustine bit his earlobe.

"Can I wait until my parents leave?" Ye Fengwu avoided him.

"I know you are tired." Augustine hugged him, "Don't be afraid."

"Yeah." Ye Fengwu rubbed his head.

"I seem to be acting badly today." Augustine pressed his forehead against him.

"But it's very cute." Ye Fengwu smiled.

"Aren't you angry?" Augustine asked.

Ye Fengwu shook her head: "Frankly speaking, I never thought you would care about this before."

Augustine closed his eyes and kissed his lips again.

There is no intense erotic entanglement, it is very light and gentle.

Early the next morning, there were birds chirping in the garden.The two people on the big bed hugged each other and slept peacefully.

"Good morning." Augustine's voice was hoarse, and he wrapped his arms around his young lover's naked back.

"Morning." Ye Fengwu lazily opened her eyes, lying on his chest, not wanting to get up.

Three minutes later, faint voices came from the corridor, not like the housekeeper and maid at home, but...

"What time is it?" Ye Fengwu sat up instantly.

Augustine hurriedly took the nightgown from one side, and before he had time to get out of bed, there was a knock on the door: "Cookie!"

Night Breeze Dance pointed to the window.

Augustine: "..."

"It's time to get up." Mrs. Kate turned the doorknob, "Can I come in?"

"Wait a minute!" Night Breeze Dance watched Augustine climb out of the windowsill and jumped into the garden outside.

……

"We signed a treaty when you were five years old, and it is strictly forbidden to lock Mummy out of the door for any reason." Mrs. Kate walked in.

Ye Fengwu lay back on the bed wrapped in a quilt.

"It seems that Mr. Augustine left in a hurry." Mrs. Kate was not surprised, and glanced at the open window by the way.

Night Breeze Wu froze, then buried her face in the pillow helplessly: "You can pretend you haven't found out about this yet."

"Don't be nervous, I'll keep it a secret for you." Mrs. Kate patted him with a smile, "Dating a relationship is not something to hide, but if the other party is Augustine, I can barely understand your attitude."

"Is it obvious?" Ye Fengwu asked.

"You mean your admiration for him?" Mrs. Kate nodded. "It's been very obvious since the last family gathering."

Night Breeze Dance is dull.

"But he doesn't seem to see his feelings clearly yet, huh?" Mrs. Kate pulled him up.

"Why do you seem to know everything?" Ye Fengwu had a headache.

"Because not everyone is as dull as your father." Mrs. Kate replied, "I regret it very much now, let him lower your IQ line." It has not been done until now.

Night Breeze Dance: "..."

In the restaurant downstairs, Augustine was sitting at the dining table, listening to Philip and Mr. Leon talking about African customs with a blank expression.

"Oh, it's charming, sexy, beautiful, and unforgettable." Looking at the photos on the phone screen, Philip looked fascinated, as if seeing a hundred babes with blonde hair in bikinis.

Cheng Xia was really curious, so he craned his neck to take a look, and then looked disgusted: "What is this?"

Philip replied: "African wild rhino."

……

Looking at the approving eyes of Mr. Leon, Augustine felt that it should take him a long time to learn how to have a pleasant conversation with him.

The firearms museum is located in a private estate. James was wearing an orange suit and was standing at the entrance with a stiff smile.

After all this is over, I must burn this damn clothes.

Augustine was also a little surprised, obviously he had never appeared in such a bright dress.

"This is a preparation for meeting Mr. Leon." Philip whispered in his ear, "Believe me, orange can make people feel happy."

Augustine: "..."

"This is the respected Mr. Oliver." After getting out of the car, Philip introduced, "The owner of the gun museum."

Mr. Leon shook hands with him: "Thank you very much for your willingness to receive me."

James proficiently recited the lines rehearsed in advance: "If you are a friend of Augustine, then of course I welcome it very much."

"Then can we go in now?" Mr. Leon couldn't wait.

Philip choked, and James also looked at him suspiciously—this old gentleman didn't follow the script, so do I need to continue reciting the long poem praising Augustine?

Philip kicked him calmly, and led Mr. Leon into the museum with a smile on his face.

Augustine maintained his facial paralysis the whole time, and didn't know how to intervene at all.

"Smile." Ye Fengwu said suddenly.

"Huh?" Augustine returned to his senses.

"You look like you're going to rob this place." Ye Fengwu looked at him and smiled, "Be more happy when you come out to play."

"Good idea." Augustine was reminded.

"What's a good idea?" Ye Fengwu was puzzled.

"Let's go." Augustine pulled him, turned and left the museum.

Philip glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, and quickly blocked Mr. Leon's sight with his tall figure—there are guns everywhere, which is obviously not a good place to confess the relationship. where to go.

Oh!

Simply dangerous!

Opening the door of the basement safe, James' heart was bleeding.

"Which one do you like?" Augustine asked.

"Me?" Ye Fengwu laughed, "I'm not interested in guns."

"But you can bring one for self-defense." Augustine opened the glass partition and took out a small silver pistol. "How about this one?"

James' eyes widened.

"I really don't want it." Ye Fengwu shook her head.

"If you don't know how to shoot, I can teach you." Augustine handed him the gun, "Try the feel."

"But it belongs to Mr. Oliver." Ye Fengwu still refused.

"No." James said with a smile on his face, "It belongs to you now."

Night Breeze Dance: "..."

"Don't worry, James has the ability to find ten identical pistols." Augustine signed a check, "as long as he can pay ten times the price."

"But this gun is very lethal and not suitable for novices." James reminded.

"I'll keep him safe," Augustine replied.

James was blocked for a while: "I mean it is a little dangerous for others." Instead of the gunman himself, why is his way of thinking always so different from ordinary people?

"Where did Frank go?" In the exhibition hall, Mr. Leon was wondering and searching everywhere.

Philip was so distressed that he only asked his sister-in-law. Could it be that he didn't realize that Augustine also disappeared together?

It's really... very non-existent.