I'm on the big guy cookbook

Storms, thunder and lightning.

The raindrops were beating against the window, as if someone was hastily knocking on the glass in the dark night, trying to climb into the room.

The quilt that was originally placed on the single bed in the room was thrown away in the corner of the room, and the brand new snow-white quilt that still smelled like roses was spread out on the old big bed.

Neil sat obediently on the edge of the bed and lowered his head. Francis' gloved palm rubbed against the back of his thin white neck. The black flames licked off the raindrops that fell from the skin but did not burn his body and clothes.

"Ok?"

Neil asked in a low voice, his whole body was ticklish, and he felt goosebumps all over his body.

"No."

"……Oh."

The steam hadn't dried completely, Francis spread his fingers and rubbed against Neal's scalp.

One, two, three...

After being wet, the dark hair was caught between his fingers, and when he combed it down, it was instantly dry, hooking the leather on the man's fingers lazily like golden threads.

Such bright blond hair is easily reminiscent of the sun. When combing, there is a feeling of light passing through the fingers.

Francis moved softer and softer.

He slowly grasped it, rubbed it between his fingers, and then slowly twisted it...

The lazy and mysterious vampire raised the corners of his lips, squinting his narrow dark red vertical pupils... It was obviously an ordinary movement, but it was done by the handsome Francis, but it turned into a perverted little hobby.

The room was silent, and Neil couldn't help but find something to say.

"I did a good job this time." Neil turned his head to look at Aris, and said with a little pride in his tone, "Look how calm I am this time, and I even won the same room for us."

Had he not been quick-witted, he and Aris would have been crowded with strangers.

It doesn't matter to him, but if the identity of his family's boss is to be discovered, he must not be fried!

The narrow dark red vertical pupils stared at him. Francis had a cold expression, but he combed Neil's hair a few times.

Probably because he was in a good mood, Francis didn't mind revealing something: "Failed."

Neil was startled: "Ah? Why."

"There is enough room," Francis said.

Neil tilted his head in doubt: "I know, there are 21 of us, seven rooms, three people in one room... It's really enough, don't worry about not being able to live."

"..." Francis paused, his good mood was gone, "Think again."

"Isn't it right? I didn't make a mistake." Neil wrung his fingers and pondered, and after a moment of silence, he had a flash of inspiration!Turning back suddenly: "Aris, I know!"

"Oh?"

A gleam of satisfaction flashed in Francis' eyes.

Well, it doesn't look too stupid--

Neil: "Did my hair get tangled up again and got your hands tangled!?"

Francis: "..."

Neil tilted his head: "Huh? Isn't it? Why don't you speak, Aris."

Francis: "What does the number of rooms have to do with hair."

"It's okay, hey, I'm just asking."

"..."

"Aris?"

"..."

"Ouch! Why are you pulling my hair! Woji - bald!!"

Neil, whose hair was plucked severely, fell on the bed with his head in his arms and screamed, while Francis, who had the heart to do this, threw away a few golden hairs with a frosty face, and said two words lightly——

"idiot!"

……

the other side.

The bedding in the dilapidated villa has long been moldy, and even the bed is covered with mold and can no longer be used.

For rough men, they don't mind this at all, anyway, as long as they make it through the night, they can survive even sitting on a chair.

But for some people, at least it needs to wipe the dust off the chair.

For example, a picky rich businessman, a painter who pays attention to hygiene, and a few young girls...

So after a while, there was the toothache creaking sound of boots stepping on wooden boards in the corridor.

The wealthy businessman who had already had a quarrel downstairs didn't know what kind of anger was aroused when he heard it. Without the presence of outsiders, he didn't have to worry about maintaining the image of a gentleman.

The rich businessman took off his coat and threw it on his wife's head unexpectedly.

The rich businessman's wife let out a terrified exclamation, and the little boy in overalls standing next to the woman's legs flinched, with a timid expression.

"What's the matter dear."

The woman took off the coat on her head, her cheeks were red from a metal button, and her coiled hair was already messy.

As if trying her best to maintain her calmness and feminine decency, she squeezed out a gentle smile on her flustered face, pinched the fabric of the coat with her hands uneasily, and asked softly.

But in the next second, she was kicked down mercilessly by the man!

boom.

"Well!"

There was an obvious footprint on the fluffy skirt of the rich businessman's wife. She covered her stomach and gasped in pain.

The boy was at a loss and wanted to squat down to help his mother up, but the rich businessman grabbed the clothes around his neck and slammed them aside.

This scenario has happened many times.

So the boy kept his mouth tightly shut after the pain from the fall, and didn't let out any cries that would make him continue to be beaten.

"Ivan!"

The rich businessman's wife looked at the child and struggled to get up, but the rich businessman kicked her on the calf again and cursed: "I raise your cow not for you to give birth to babies and drink tea, and then spend my money to have fun by sucking my blood Yes! How can people live in this dirty room? Are you blind! Go get some water and clean the room! No, use, yes, mother, pig!"

——In the last sentence, the rich businessman almost kicked him with a single word.

"I know, I know..."

The rich businessman's wife endured the pain and nodded repeatedly. When the rich businessman stopped, she staggered up from the ground and walked out of the room with her left leg up and down.

"Idiots who don't know how to work if they don't beat them."

The wealthy businessman finally let go of the uselessness he had suffered before, and without looking at his young son, he pulled the chair and put it against the wall, and wiped the dust on the surface of the chair with the moldy sheet on the bed.

After wiping, the rich businessman threw down the quilt and smelled his fingers, retching from the smell.

"Oh shit."

He kicked the chair cursingly, sat on it dissatisfied, raised his legs, nestled his back into the chair, and rested his feet leisurely on the wall with his eyes closed.

The youngest son in the room had a dull expression. He looked at his father who was about to start snoring, and then at the door. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he walked softly to the door, twisted the doorknob and walked out...

……

The rain is getting heavier.

The wind came in through the window, blew out the candles, and plunged the room into darkness.

The four corners of the roof were soaked in sewage, and the glued wallpaper was curled downward, revealing the wall skin that seemed to have been dried after being splashed with soy sauce.

They should have been quiet until—

Whoa!

The dry wallpaper trembled.

The dark wall skin was gradually soaked, and the crimson liquid condensed on it. It tapped on the curled wallpaper, and a long bloodstain slid out and flowed down the ground.

"tick,"

The stone slab covered with thick dust broke off countless bright scarlet blood spots, as beautiful as rubies buried in the soil.

The fingers of the woman, who had no blood color and were soaked in ice water, protruded from the cracks in the blood-sloping wall of the roof, one, two, three... until the two palms supported the ceiling, and the woman's head was squeezed out of the wall...

'I'm here to find you...'

'Dear you, I'm here to find you...'

A woman emerged from the wall, her hair was sticky with blood, her hands and feet were slender, like a spider, she grinned silently and laughed, she quickly climbed down from the wall and stuck to the back of the sleeping rich businessman's head. !

"Dear, dear,... are we in love... are we in love..."

The distorted woman blew the back of the rich businessman's head affectionately, like a girl who insisted on making trouble for her lover during the passionate love period, and even sprayed the blood foam from her mouth onto the rich businessman's neck.

The rich businessman who was sleeping soundly thought it was his honest wife who came back and whispered in his ear.

He touched the back of his itchy neck, closed his eyes and waved a few times irritably.

"Tsk, didn't you see me sleeping? Love your mother! If you didn't look at your face back then, you thought I would marry a pig like you?"

"Really, I'm so annoying!"

"Get out now!"

After finishing speaking, the rich businessman adjusted his posture with his face sideways, folded his arms and continued snoring.

When the woman behind him heard his answer, her laughter stopped abruptly. On her face covered with blood and hair, her dark mouth grinned to the corner of her eyes...

Because the water pipes were rusted, the wife of the rich businessman, who could only catch rainwater, hugged the basin with both hands, limped along the corridor with her head down, making creaking noises.

Two girls sleeping in a room in a team whispered and laughed as they passed by her. Although they were not interested in looking at her, the rich businessman's wife quickly stood up straight and pretended not to care, and stroked her slightly messy hair.

She wore a gentle and decent smile, and walked through as if nothing had happened. When the girls entered her room, her shoulders were instantly slumped as if her muscles were pulled out, and her face showed a look of fatigue.

Looking at the door that belonged to her, the woman immediately thought of the violent husband inside, and her heart felt endlessly sour.

Why did I end up in this situation?

Why did you ignore the dissuasion of your friends and fall into the dream of a wealthy lady?

Magnificence and wealth are just appearances, the man who was once generous is terribly stingy and harsh after marrying her!

The rich businessman not only dismissed the servants at home, but threw all the work to her, and even divided the meals into two. Only the rich businessman can enjoy the rich food, and she and her son can only use the leftovers he ate to match the dry food. cheap bread.

Obviously, there is no shortage of that little money in their family...

Her married life is not even as good as when she was unmarried before. You must know that she was born in an ordinary family, and she can often eat delicious ham and large pieces of beef bought by her parents at the dinner table!

But everyone thought that she had climbed a high branch and her worth doubled, even her parents were very proud of it.

When others looked at her with envy, her mouth seemed to be stuck with glue, and she lost the courage to speak the truth...

"I really deserved it..."

The rich businessman's wife sneered.

With a smile on his tired and delicate face like a puppet, he opened the door.

"Honey, I'm back. I'm going to clean up the house right now. There may be a lot of dust. Do you want to go out and wait?"

Putting the basin on the floor, the rich businessman's wife closed the door and nervously asked her husband who was sleeping in the corner.

The irascible husband didn't answer, nor did he snore, just muttering about something.

In order to hear clearly, the rich businessman's wife stepped forward and stood behind him.

"Honey?"

"I...itch..."

"what?"

"My neck is itchy, itchy..."

"It's so itchy..."

"The back of my neck is itchy..."

The wife was startled, and said, "Then let me scratch it for you."

The rich businessman didn't say a word, just kept muttering 'itch'.

The wife thought about it, stretched out her hand and scratched the back of her husband's neck lightly twice, seeing that he didn't dodge or scold him, she continued to scratch.

Scratch and scratch.

The wife pressed her hand hard and suddenly it was empty.

She staggered and slammed her hand through something, wet and sticky all over her arms.

The woman stretched her arms in a daze for a moment.

Looking at the palm of my own hand that appeared in front of her husband, my mind couldn't turn around for a while.

Strange, she obviously scratched the back of her husband's neck from behind, why did her hand appear from the front?

And her wealthy businessman husband is still saying vaguely: "Itches, itches..."

"My throat is really itchy..."

……

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