good man story

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The author has something to say:

Abuse?If it’s not abusive, I’ll make the subsequent plots a little higher; if it’s abusive, I’ll lower the content of the more abusive chapters…

Um, do you understand what I said?

By the way, I went out and came back late~

The street is not completely dark, at least there are still a few scattered lights on, it is already late at night.The empty streets are deserted.It was the late night that should have been sleeping long ago, but there were still people who didn't sleep.

Rodolphus is one of them.He also wanted to go home and be with his wife and children, but there were still one or two people sitting in this small bar.One got drunk, and the other fell asleep completely.Rodolphus yawned, even if he was used to staying up all night, he would still feel sleepy at this point.Reaching out to touch the person lying on the bar, whispering drunkenly shouting for another bottle.

"Are you still drinking?"

"Every... drink..." After struggling for a long time, he couldn't open his eyes. He closed his eyes and fumbled for the cup. Before he could pour the amber liquid into his half-length mouth, the glass fell to the ground. .

Glass shards were shattered all over the place, and choking liquid was spilled all over the place.Probably because this action involved the stomach, the drunk person instinctively turned sideways, and what he spit out was alcohol-smelling filth.

In fact, it's more alcohol than filth.The stomach has not been filled with food at all, what I drink is the burning heat of the stomach, and what I drink is the stinging spiciness.

"Another one, it's on the account." Rodolphus said, raising his hand to clear the dirt on the ground.Then he saw someone who was obviously drunk struggling to climb up the bar, half-closed his eyes and said.

"...I...I'll tell you the fuck... If you dare to move, if you dare to move, I'll fuck you to death..."

It was drunk crazy talk, Rodolphs curled his lips, and said in disgust, "Countless." This is a comment on drunk people, and then he said loudly, "Hey, is there anyone here, hurry up and send your chief Take it back, and the bill will be one hundred and nine tonight, no change, let's count it as one hundred."

The drunk man is Sylvia.

"Fuck, tell me to fuck you, don't you hear me!"

It's really drunk.Rodolphus was about to say that I was not moving, but before he could open his mouth, Sylvia lowered his head and vomited again. It was still alcohol, but it was mixed with a lot of scarlet.

"It's the dog's day, hurry up and take your chief away, and die in my shop in a while, whose fault is it?"

Probably the blood stimulated the hidden person, or Sylvia's actions alerted the secret guards. The man in black robe who appeared from the void helped Sylvia who was about to fall to the ground with scarlet stains.

He is not allowed to speak at work, but the current situation seems to force him to speak.

"Sorry, Mr. Lestrange, when did the Director start vomiting blood?"

It's his turn. If he started vomiting blood today, he has to tell the captain when he goes back. If he started vomiting before, then it goes without saying.

"You Chief, don't you know?" Rodolfos yawned and cleaned up the stains on the ground.To be honest, he really didn't know.Most of the people in the first team are a little dull and serious. When encountering this kind of question, what is in their mind is not why the other party is so nonsense, but how should I answer?

"It was like this a week ago. If you don't tie up your chief, one day I will drink to death in my store and I will have no place to cry." Rodolphs said, John thought for a while and didn't know how to answer this question.While thinking about it, a pair of hands stretched out from behind the man.Before he could see who was coming, there was already a strange fragrance.

Maybe you don't need to see who's coming at all.

"Let me do it." The words were very light, the first thing John saw was not the legendary eldest lady in the bureau.The first thing he saw was his captain.Greg nodded sternly to himself, John understood and disappeared immediately.Rodolphus saw his old friend as well as Greg, and said without thinking.

"It's too late to come out, I'm not afraid of letting that wolf cub get away, that brother is so distressed." This was said to Bella.Bella smiled and shook her head. She didn't look at Rodolphs, but just looked at Sylvia, who was supported by her, and wiped the wine stains from the corners of the woman's mouth.

"Can't you give her less wine?"

"I'm open for business, and your family gave me money, can I not sell it?"

"Isn't it okay to add some water?"

"I say silly girl, with her mouth, you can taste the Lafite of 1980 and the Lafite of [-]."

Also.

"I'll take her away first, thank you."

"No need, don't come here too often, people here are not clean."

Bella didn't say yes or bad, just smiled, Rodolphus looked into her eyes and knew that what he said was in vain again.He didn't know when it started, but sometimes in the dead of night, he could smell the smell that shouldn't be there, if there was nothing, then she stopped hiding later, and sometimes she would smell it when there was no one in the store. He showed up when there were people, and sat at the bar, opposite Rodolphs, and next to Sylvia.Sylvia was sometimes drunk and unconscious, but she wasn't annoyed, she just stayed there quietly, waiting for someone to take her away.Sometimes she would leave with the person who took Sylvia away, and sometimes she would stay a little longer, not every day, but always.

The bar was quite empty again, Rodolphus sighed, and threw the cloth towel that he had been holding on to the table.

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"Why didn't you tell me that she hurt her stomach from drinking?" This is not really an accusation.The incident happened in the ward, Sylvia's exclusive ward, probably because she really drank too much, she slept very deeply, and even the stomach medicine and hangover medicine that Bella gave her , Sylvia couldn't wake up.Greg wasn't standing by, but Bella knew he was.

"She has a bad stomach, but now she vomits blood after drinking, which makes her feel even more uncomfortable. Is there any way to make her drink less?"

"No." Although Greg wants to say more, the legs are on the boss, who cares where the boss wants to go?

"Let Erin prepare more stomach medicine." Bella said, Greg scratched his head in the void, he thought it was unnecessary, "There are still some in the medicine store."

"The medicine doesn't work well."

Perhaps it was really uncomfortable, Sylvia's brows were squeezed into a pimple, struggling body, and half-open mouth, a slight voice squeezed out from her throat, Bella was able to speak softly, she said it was water.

The water was on the bedside cabinet, and Bella carefully poured the cool water into the woman's mouth.

Sylvia was extremely thirsty. Her blood-congested brain made her unable to think at all. In fact, she would not think at all when she was drunk. Her throat was on fire, just like her stomach. She wanted to drink water.Then there was cool water rolling down from the throat, appeasing the hot and spicy stomach, and appeasing the scalding all over the body.She was drunk, drunk in a dream.She smelled the bewitching fragrance in the dream, touched the cool softness in the dream, and saw the person she was yearning for day and night in the dream.

Long hair and a smile.

Bella.

It appeared in the darkness, that bright smile was just a little bit, but in a short time, starting from that smile, the entire haze was dispelled.Sylvia was looking up at her, in an unknown place, looking up at the person who had dispelled all her darkness.

Bella...Bella...Bella...I miss you...I really miss you...

The person in the dream spoke in a tone so pitiful that it would make people feel pity.Sylvia knew how she made that shameful sound, like a beggar on the street.Sylvia also knew how she burst into tears, like a small and weak person.She was striding, she was crying, Bella, don't go.She wants to grab those hands, hugs the person she can't catch, she wants to keep this light...

Don't go... Bella... Don't go...

Did you forget?It is you who are leaving me.

Bella thought so, but really couldn't break free and grab the cold warmth.

"... woo... I was wrong... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I was wrong... I was really wrong... I love you... I'm sorry... I love you... woo..."

Still in love...but...

It's just sleep talking, just drunk talking.

Greg watched in the dark, he didn't want to break the tranquility, let alone the faint warmth.It's so strange, obviously the result is not like this, obviously both of them are crying but why can he feel warm?

"Professor, Irene said it's best not to..."

"I know." Bella said, she gave up and continued to dry Sylvia's tears, the ones that couldn't be wiped clean, the ones that couldn't be shed, were just like herself.She wanted to make up her mind to go a little further, break up her love, and let go of the warmth of her palm.

She steps forward.

"... woo woo Bella... don't go... woo woo... don't leave me... I'm afraid..."

He could no longer move an inch.

It turns out that rationality is meaningless in front of this woman named Sylvia.

Greg sighed softly in the darkness, and he stepped back, moving from inside to outside the door.

The robes were disheveled, and the clothes were partly undone.The smell mixed with alcohol is not very good, but compared to the rich aroma, it is nothing.Bella could feel the hands close to the body, and the warmth on the cold body was fascinating.But the world was spinning, it was just a moment of intoxication, the heat was pressing on the body, there were whispers, and tears filled the eyes.Gently, shallowly, softly.

Must be drunk.

If you are drunk, don't go, if you are drunk, I love you.

Bella wanted to cry inexplicably, not because those hot pair were a little rude after drunk.Nor is it because the supposedly tender and slow person is infected with unconscious irritability.She doesn't mind the intrusion of her private place by her beloved who doesn't value it, nor does she mind the brutality of raging people.She can bear it, she can bear it, and she can even cater to Sylvia, who has changed from a lover to a beast, without any desire.

But she minded, things shouldn't be like this, why did it develop to this point.Obviously such a thing should be done by two loving people when they are awake, but why is it like this.

Xi Wei, since you still love me, why don't you marry me? How long do you want me to wait...

"...Bella...I love you...Bella...Bella..."

What Bella felt was tiredness, but also pain.Just like tearing, just like the beginning, just like...

Tortured.

With tears in her eyes, she didn't want those things to stay, and she closed her eyes, not wanting the cock to overflow.Because the tears called distressed tears should not appear at such a moment, because the sex called pain should not appear in the sex with Sylvia.

But what about □□?

No.

"...Bella...Bella...Bella..."

The liquid that hit the face was terrifyingly hot, it was the tears from Sylvia, under those half-opened eyes, under the pair of gray pupils full of pain, the tears that were held back tightly, tightly The bitten cock finally overturned.

What is devastated is the heart, and what is riddled with holes is love.

"...Xi Wei...be gentle...it hurts..."

Endless demands, unrestrained giving.I can't remember how long it was, and I can't remember whether I fainted, until the people around me heard steady breathing, until everything became calm.Bella stood up reluctantly, she couldn't tell whether it was more pain or more tiredness.

Cyan purple purple.

Every step trembled, but Bella felt that she had walked for too long, but she was glad that there would be a day when these few steps were finished.Leaning against the cold wall, Bella twitched the corners of her mouth, trying to give herself a smile, but she knew how ugly that look was.When did even the walls become warmer than my own body?

A heavy sigh sounded, followed by Irene's voice.

"You shouldn't have done that with her."

"... I know... I'm self-willed... Sorry..."

"You will be the one who suffers like this in the end, now—"

"Irene..."

"..."

"Xi Wei...she still loves me..."

"……Ugh……"

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