My brother is not a good person

This person was so handsome that Raisha almost immediately thought of another person with the same exquisite appearance that ordinary people could not reach.

And my younger brother once said that Zhong Ye is "not a human being", so...

"So should Zhongye be named Verlaine or should you be named Zhongyuan?"

Xiao Hei Tuanzi looked at Verlaine who was also squatting down in order to accommodate himself.

"Could it be that you both came from the same laboratory?"

Verlaine even retracted the curvature of the corners of his mouth.

He looked at Laisha indifferently, "Are you really not afraid that I will kill you?"

Pulling out a tissue from her pocket, Laisha wiped off the sweat from her forehead, and said with a bright smile, "If you came to kill me, I would definitely not survive. But now, the two of us are chatting."

"It may not be chatting."

Staring at the hat on the girl's head, Verlaine snorted unhappily.

He twirled it self-consciously, turned to cover his head, and immediately stood up.

Without the hat, Laisha didn't bother to hold on to the cloak, and quickly complained, "That's my hat!"

"Your?" The blond young man said lightly, "Does it have your name on it?"

Of course there is no name.

And there is only one name embroidered on the inside of the hat - "Rimbaud".

Miss Champion closed her mouth angrily, holding back a lot of grievances, her eyes turned red in a daze.

She frowned, picked up the tail of the cloak that had been dragged to the ground, hugged it in her arms, and silently retracted it into a ball again.

The office door was pushed open again.

The hem of the thick coat flashed before his eyes, and finally stopped outside Laisha's sight.

She could only hear a more melancholy voice, "...Verlaine."

Soon, the squatting little Hei Tuanzi had an extra fedora on his head.

He was even handed a fluffy cotton wool handkerchief in front of him.

Raisha stared at the handkerchief in shock, and didn't recover for a while.

It was the first time she saw this kind of handkerchief that gave people a feeling of "I'm warm" and "I'm super soft" from the visual effect.

As a Russian who is not afraid of the cold and can even jump up and down on the ice, she has to say that she was really shocked by the fact that "there are people in this world who can even keep a handkerchief warm".

But the person who entered the door only thought that she might be colder than he thought, for example, it was too cold to stretch out his hand or something.

He hesitated for a few seconds, squatted down on one knee, slightly confused, "Doing this...can it be warmer?"

But he doesn't think so?

"I only feel cold from the inside out for one or two days."

Having regained her hat, Laisha raised her eyebrows and added a lot of points to the opponent.

"After all, I am a figure skater. If I insist on saying that I am afraid of the cold, I will laugh to death."

"Figure skating..." The long-haired young man seemed to be slowed down by the cold air coming from nowhere, "It sounds very cold..."

For this sake, Laisha still can't remember who this person is, but she is really ashamed of her efforts to test Chuya.

She shook her head and said with a smile: "It's okay. If it's really cold, would Mr. Rimbaud try vodka?"

Among other things, eaux-de-vie are super useful in heating!

Rimbaud stuffed his hands into his pockets, and said unhurriedly, "You want...to drink vodka?"

"I'm thinking about it." After all, I haven't had a drink for a long time.

Miss Champion is very sincere.

"But I can't drink it now. So, how about some borscht?"

Since Laisha said that she can't drink, Rimbaud didn't have the idea of ​​bringing her to drink.

He just nodded slightly, and then said: "Boss...is still writing the contract, go out...for a walk?"

Taking out her phone and checking the time, Laisha stood up on her knees.

It was almost lunch time, so she had to eat something, even a bowl of soup.

They found a western restaurant nearby, and the three of them looked extremely out of place after they sat down.

One was in a straight suit, and the other two were about to wrap themselves up like bears. Together with other people in the restaurant, they could almost put together the outfits for all seasons.

Rimbaud took the menu and ordered several dishes in turn, including the borscht and vodka recommended by Laisha.

The beef is stewed just right in the sweet and sour soup that warms the stomach, and all the vegetables are cooked until soft and easy to eat, and can be melted with a sip.

Holding the soup bowl in both hands, Laisha watched eagerly as Rimbaud poured vodka into his own glass.

Seeing her staring at him, Rimbaud slightly raised his glass, "Really... don't you want to drink?"

Raisha said heartbroken: "I really can't drink it."

If she can drink, she will blow the bottle with Mr. Rimbaud.

After all, it was just drinking. How could she be afraid of this?

"Okay..." Rimbaud took a sip of vodka.

No matter what he does, he takes his time and is not in a hurry.It may be that he has always been used to being cold, from speaking to acting as if he has been thawed.

"Chuya recently...how is it?"

Taking a sip of borscht, Laisha looked away, stared at the beef cubes in her bowl and said, "He must be busy recently. So many things happened in Yokohama, he will definitely be involved."

"I came to see you only if I knew."

Verlaine sliced ​​the steak without any emotion.

"The incident in Yokohama was partly caused by you, don't you know that?"

The blond young man lowered his eyebrows and calmly repeated the information he and his partner had collected together, "The one who instigated the media to target you is the GSS. And the media that participated in the incident of besieging you are also here. Lost important interviewers in the dispute called 'Dragon Head War', so that they fell behind other media."

On the whole, it is hard to say that there is no Laisha factor in it.

But Raisha wasn't surprised at all.

"I know." She said indifferently, "It's because I know that I stay away from the center of the dispute. So as not to involve more people."

Those media have nothing to do with her, so what happened to them is not important to her.

But if Zhongye's friends were embarrassed by Fei Jia because of her, it would be a disaster for no reason.

"Fedya will definitely be on my side."

Miss Champion tilted her head slightly and smiled lightly.

"So he must know what my bottom line is."

Bottom line?

I'm afraid that mouse doesn't have such a thing, right?

Verlaine raised his eyes noncommittally, but saw the same smile on Laisha's face as Fyodor's.

However, there was no trace of a smile in the words of the smiling girl, "Of course I know my brother best. Does Mr. Verlaine have any different opinions on this?"

Or do you want to admit that you have no idea what your brother is thinking?

You must know that whether you are a brother or a sister, the most basic principles are the same.

All possible doubts were blocked by her abrupt sentence, Verlaine's face remained unchanged, but he was still cutting the steak with his eyes downcast.

The assassin king who was clearly able to divide people into 1228 pieces in an instant, was speechless at this moment.

Not that there are other ways.

But the other party is just a girl with no power to restrain the chicken.

Even if you don't say what the consequences will be, just for the matter of her doing it, it's too overkill.

As the third person present, Rimbaud was not affected at all.

...Of course it's not on the topic at all.

He sipped a glass of vodka one after another, and said with emotion: "It's really warm..."

"Of course!"

After drinking the last mouthful of borscht, Laisha finally warmed up too.

Hearing Rimbaud's exclamation, she happily bent her drooping eyes into crescent moons.

"This is the water of life!"

Although many Russians will freeze to death in the ice and snow because of drunkenness, this undoubtedly shows the potency of vodka.

There is no substitute for vodka!

Now that my body is warmed up, naturally I won't lose my energy as before.

Miss Champion quietly inserted a fork of vegetable salad into her mouth, then asked vaguely, "Mr. Rimbaud isn't going back to Yokohama?"

If nothing else, I have to help, right?

As the one caught in the middle of two smart people, Zhongya must be in a lot of trouble.

One more help is one.

"No..." Rimbaud poured another glass of vodka, "Chuya... has something he needs to face."

When Rimbaud was speaking, Verlaine had an almost black smile on his face.

He is very unhappy.

And this unhappiness is obviously aimed at the sentence "something he needs to face himself".

The blond-haired young man finished his steak like a storm, and put down his knife and fork politely.

With a sense of probing that was almost malicious, he seemed to be asking questions on behalf of someone who was not there.

"If Chuya was surrounded by the most real loneliness, would you still be like this?"

Verlaine's voice was very elegant, but the content was far beyond what Laisha had guessed.

"Since your younger brother is that mouse, he wouldn't have told you that 'Central Plains may not be human'."

Seeing Laisha nodded, he twitched the corners of his mouth and let out a mocking "heh", "But in fact, the Central Plains is indeed not human."

"The Central Plains Chuya you know is just a string of 2383 lines long enough to deceive supernatural powers."

"His soul, like mine, is forged for the 'human form' of the real one."

"He is alone, from the past to the future, always has been."

These should be enough to make the other party quit in the face of difficulties, right?

Verlaine clasped his fingers and looked straight at Laisha for the first time.

however……

Raisha saw no discontent or fear.

She just smiled quietly, moved her lips, and uttered words beyond Verlaine's expectations.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Verlaine, for telling me so much."

The black-haired girl held her chin with her hands, her eyebrows and eyes curved.

"You have to know that even Zhongye has my younger brother, so he wouldn't be willing to tell me such details."

"They never felt like I could handle this."

She just couldn't guess the truth, why couldn't she even accept this?

It's just that neither of these two bastards is willing to tell her the truth.

"If you feel that Chuya and you are surrounded by loneliness that only the two of you can understand each other, then..."

"Mr. Rimbaud is not your recognized partner?"

With a smile only Fedya loves to use, Raisha retaliates by dropping another bomb.