you turned on the love game

Your personal bodyguard, Mr. Bijima, returned from his vacation early, and the ordinary bodyguards in the manor were relieved.

After all, Bijima is a rare person with the ability to read.

His figure was not tall, and he even looked thinner than a normal adult man, but those who had fought against him never dared to despise him because of this.

"Bijima, how is your wife's condition? If necessary, I can arrange for a better private doctor to take a look at her."

As always, he declined.

"Thank you Miss, this is Eliza's old problem, and the existing medical methods can only hang her life..."

Elisa is his wife, suffering from a family genetic disease.

Most of her family would not live past the age of 30, and Eliza is now 27.The hidden dangers buried by the disease are becoming more and more obvious, and the frequency of the disease is also getting faster and faster.

At the beginning, Bijima came to apply for a bodyguard because of money. The high salary can ensure that his wife gets the best treatment.

But to his disappointment, no matter how good the doctor is, he can't do anything about his wife's condition.They all said the same thing: "I'm sorry, I can't cure her."

Mentioning his wife's illness, a trace of pain flashed in the man's eyes.He lowered his head and said, "We have agreed to cherish the last time we spend with each other."

It means that the search for a cure for the disease has been given up.

You don't intend to interfere with other people's decisions, you nodded, and continued flipping through the newspaper in your hand, Bijima stood by your side like a statue.

Suddenly, you asked, "Why did you come back early?"

Bijima was stunned for two seconds, and replied: "My duty is to protect the life of the eldest lady. Elisa's condition has stabilized, so it is more important to come back to perform her duty."

Then he made a joke, "After all, the wages paid by the employer are the source of a good life for me and my wife."

The reasons sound good.

But you put down the newspaper, stared into his eyes, and asked with a smile: "In the past, you always came back on the last day of your vacation. This time I gave you half a year's vacation, why don't you spend more time with your sick wife?"

Bijima was about to speak, but you interrupted again, "Why don't you invite Miss Elisa to the manor. Not only can she get proper care, but she can also spend more time with you."

"What do you think, Bijima?"

"..." The personal bodyguard didn't reply immediately, and you didn't rush, just continued doing your own thing and waited for his reply by the way.

After a long time, he whispered: "Thank you, Miss."

You smiled, "You're welcome, because Bijima is my most loyal bodyguard. The assassination three years ago, if it wasn't for you, I should have died, right?"

"after all……"

You can't hear any emotion in your voice, "That's when Margot died to protect me."

That stubborn red wolf stood firm outside the door, preventing any killer from breaking into your room.Its blood flowed in through the crack of the door along the floor, and the snow-white carpet was dyed crimson.

You still remember the pungent smell of blood.

Dark, like a bitter medicine.

"Once Margot dies, those killers will have no scruples. Fortunately, Bijima, you arrived in time."

You stared at him like you were smiling, "You saved my life."

Bijima remained silent.

"Okay, go down and rest, I want to read alone."

"Yes, Miss."

You put the newspaper aside and pull out your recent favorite book.Unfortunately, before you turned a few pages, a little girl with blond hair rushed into your arms like a firecracker.

"Miss!" Linna hugged your arm excitedly, "I heard that Mr. Bijima came back earlier!"

"Yeah, do you have anything to do with him?"

Lin Na was shy for a long time, and said in a low voice: "I want...to learn the ability to read from him."

Hearing this, you look away from the book, "Linna..."

As soon as the girl heard your tone, she immediately sat upright, put her hands on her knees neatly, and looked at you pitifully, like a puppy begging for mercy.

You won't be fooled by her poor appearance.Ever since she knew that you would soften her heart, she has used this trick more and more frequently, but learning the ability to read is no joke.

"It takes at least ten years of age to start reading forcibly. Your current physical development is not perfect, and accidents are easy to happen."

You tried your best to make yourself serious, but seeing her aggrieved eyes, you couldn't help lowering your voice, "I don't want anything to happen to you."

Linna buried her head on your lap, making a gurgling sound in her throat, and then rubbed your palm coquettishly.

"But didn't Missy say that Bijima's fees are too expensive? If I learn the ability to read earlier, I can save you money earlier..."

You were stunned for a second, and found that what she said was serious, and couldn't help but stroked her hair, "That's not bad for the past few years, your safety is more important than those nuns in the bank account."

"Okay..."

You lowered your eyes and said softly: "Besides, you may not learn the ability to read from Bijima in the future."

Linna immediately pricked up her ears: "Miss, do you want to change bodyguards?"

A curious look on his face.

You laughed: "What does this have to do with bodyguards?"

Lin Na was puzzled: "Didn't I learn from the bodyguards?"

Before you could answer, Lina's personal maid knocked on the door respectfully and came in, reminding Linna that it was time for her daily training, and the instructor was already waiting for her to pass by at the training ground.

The little girl didn't bother with the answer she didn't get just now, and gave you a big hug, "Miss, I'm going to train!"

Then he left with the maid.

You watched her disappear at the end of the corridor, lowered your head and tried to return your attention to the book, but you couldn't read it anyway, so you simply gave up.

You close the book, open the drawer, and there is a delicate little box inside.This is a new candy with words engraved on the side.

- "Trick Or Treat"

Press the "Trick" button and a laughing cartoon clown will pop up, a bit like the old scare toys;

Press the "Treat" button and a few sweet candies will pop up, and if you're lucky, there will be prank stickers.

You took out the box and fiddled with it twice, the corners of your lips curled up slightly, and you called out tentatively: "Hisuo?"

As if in response, a playing card was nailed into the wall with a whoosh.

Sure enough...he is here.

Ever since that forest trial, you've often had the feeling that you're being watched.There is no malice, and unlike the previous scrutiny, it is a purer animal curiosity.

As if trying to find something in you.

You look at the red heart card that symbolizes a good mood, turn your head, and say helplessly: "Don't always nail the playing cards into the wall."

The red-haired kid jumped over the balcony with agility.

He walked over slowly, pulled out a playing card, and faced you with the patterned side, with a rising voice: "Surprise——"

When you take a closer look, he painted the original skull pattern into a Q version of the magician's hat, and painted two golden eyes on the top, which looks weird and cute.

"Are you going to give it to me?"

Hisoka looked down at the card, laughed out loud, and then lightly handed it to your palm, "Yes..."

"Well, thank you for the gift."

You accept it.

"Gift?"

I don't know what kind of laughter this word made him laugh, shaking his shoulders and laughing non-stop, "Yes, it's a gift..."

You put the playing cards into a small drawer, then put the candy box in front of Hisoka, propped your chin with one hand, and asked him: "This is a new candy toy, which one do you want to choose?"

One is "Trick" and the other is "Treat".

Hisoka chose the former without any hesitation.

The small panel of the box snapped open, and the cartoon clown with a hippie smile was popped out by a spring, twisting back and forth wantonly.

The clown has a pair of big round eyes, a light pink blush on his cheeks, an exaggerated smile that rises to the base of his ears, and his mouth is painted bright red. The overall look is funny and scary.

You froze for a moment, you didn't expect the cartoon clown written in the manual to look like this, "This doesn't look like a toy for children."

Children will definitely cry when they see this toy.

"Really?" Hisoka looked at the clown's face carefully, showing great interest, "But I like it very much..."

Saying so, he also imitated the smile of a clown toy, with the corners of his mouth wide open, and then he tilted his head to look at you, looking extraordinarily weird.

You glanced at the clown toy, then at Hisoka, and suspected that your filter might be too wide open.

Otherwise, why the same expression is strange when placed on a toy, but cute when placed on Hisoka?

Thinking of this, you also smiled and told him: "Well, it's very cute."

"..." The weird smile immediately collapsed.

There are two stickers on the face of the clown toy.

One is a red star and the other is a green water drop.

You think for a moment, reach out and peel off the two stickers, leaning over to Hisoka.Supporting his chin with one hand, he said softly, "Don't move..."

The body under the palm suddenly stiffened.

His face is softer than your hand, and there is a dimple when you press it lightly.The toe of the shoe was aimed at the door, and it looked like he was about to run away, but in the end he stayed where he was.

You can vaguely smell the purple firefly pandan from him, which is a four-season flower planted around the manor. It is fragrant and elegant, and you can get a good night's sleep by picking one and putting it next to your pillow.

There are a few strands of purple hidden in Hisoka's fiery red hair, which he probably picked up when he got into the flowers, and you pluck them off amusedly.

"It's all floral."

He didn't speak, but your smile was reflected in his bright golden pupils.

You squeezed the stickers and leaned over, pressing your fingers lightly on his face, your movements were gentler than touching the snowflakes falling in the winter night.

Then carefully, place the stickers on both sides of his cheeks.

The immature little face is pasted with clown paint, but it doesn't look weird at all, on the contrary it looks strange and cute.

With your hands still on his face, you rubbed the end of his eyes subconsciously, not noticing that the pair of pupils trembled slightly, you just lowered your head and looked at your results seriously, and said softly: "It's so beautiful... "

He looks at you, as quiet as a cat.