Excuse me, I'm a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

Hera felt the hateful and jealous eyes he was lingering on her, so she couldn't help but took a half step back and shrank her body. It seemed that the laughter and laughter just now were not from her, and her expression became much lighter.

Garcia was naturally friendly and gentle in front of Nedland: "Miss Hera must be sleepy, I can have this honor - take you upstairs and take you to rest?" Ra could not refuse.

Nedland moved his arm forward, and Garcia saw that Hera's hand had been on Nedland's arm. His gray eyes couldn't help but darken a little, staring at Hera's arm wearing a long white lace glove. Hera moved his hand away from Netherland's arm, and Garcia made an invitation very gentlemanly, and Hera put it on his hand.This is noble etiquette.

Garcia sent her upstairs to rest.

After entering Hera's room, Hera turned her head and saw Garcia staring at her slightly made-up face: "It depends on your identity to seduce the Netherlands, the daughter of defeated thieves. The one from the Netherlands Don't trample on a little shame for you."

Hera wanted to argue: "It's not..."

"If you want to come back four times, you must have gone through a lot of twists and turns. It's a romantic 'encounter' in a foreign country, Miss Hughes." Call her surname directly, and name her former identity.It's just the daughter of a thief warlord who has no king's seal and Turmi is king.

"Monti, you..." Hera's face turned red and white when he said it, and a sense of shame welled up in her heart.

"We don't have such a close relationship, please don't call me by my name. You are not my brother's wife. Put away your pitiful appearance. The Netherlands didn't bring you home because of sympathy for you." Garcia said indifferently He said that he didn't care about Hera's feelings. "Stop bringing wildflowers from your filthy snowfield home, and no one needs your pastries and sweaters." Thinking of that snowfield made him sick.It was the Shura snowfield that trapped the Netherlands for a year.

Hera didn't say a word, staring directly at the presumptuous and frivolous Garcia in front of her, and even felt a little red-rimmed.

"Don't let people remind you again, what is your identity, what is Ye Mi's identity. You can't climb it, and don't try to climb it." Garcia looked at her face that couldn't hold back tears, and he didn't have much expression on his face , more disgust and a touch of contempt, just slightly coldly snorted: "Don't cry, put away your tears, think about how to get out of this villa nicely."

Hera's expression was stubborn, and she suppressed her emotions. Her inner cultivation and cultural accomplishment prevented her from speaking out, and she chose to endure silently.

After Garcia left, Hera closed the door, buried herself in the blanket and cried.Garcia's words were rude and sharp, melting into her beautiful face like sulfuric acid.She cried very sadly, and it was a pity that she never made any sound, she gritted her teeth and covered her mouth under the quilt, crying all night.

Hera didn't eat with the Netherlands for several days, and she rarely even went out of the room.

The Netherlands thought she was sick, and Hera was indeed physically and mentally exhausted.The Netherlands called a doctor to treat her and said that Hera was fine.

At the table in the morning, Garcia happily ate the salty bread on the plate, and the sauce he spit was also salty peanut butter.Netherlands wondered about his mood, "What makes you so happy these days?"

"I don't have to see people I hate." Garcia said bluntly to him, without any taboo.Spit the sauce on the sliced ​​bread, lifted the fork and took a bite.

The Netherlands naturally didn't know what he had done to Hera, and just told him by the way. "Hera is sick, don't bother her, let her sleep well for a few days."

Garcia nodded and said with a smile, "Okay." She stopped pestering Nedland, so why would he bother her.

Garcia's grandfather, the king of Poseidon, passed away this month. Poseidon's campaign against neighboring countries came to an end. Prince Scott rushed back from one side of the battlefield non-stop and was crowned king. .

The Fifth Army of the Netherlands is apparently loyal to Scott. The Netherlands is the adopted son of Scott. Blood is not thicker than water, and he is only close to power and soldiers.Scott still tried every means to reduce the strength of the Netherlands.And the Netherlands entered the palace to congratulate him, the newly crowned king, and made a request - to make him the king of the neighboring country.

Scott naturally refused, and was confined to the Fifth Army of the Netherlands. After he was resurrected from suspended animation, his confidants and nobles in the dynasty supported him to re-establish the Fifth Army. The former king agreed to his request. At the request, the fifth army came back, stronger and tougher than the original one.

Scott is still thinking about how to design and incorporate the Fifth Army. If the incorporation fails, the fifth army, which is known as the horror of the land ghost, must be dismantled.

After Garcia came back from the army training ground, his tongue was dry and his mouth was dry. After returning to drink black coffee, he asked, "Where did Ye Mi go?"

Bernie answered him: "The general took Miss Hughes to the military hospital today, and he will probably be back in the evening."

Garcia's gray eyes darkened, and the clock on the wall had only read eleven o'clock at noon.He was sitting on the sofa, rubbing his new pistol casually. Of course, the gun was not given to him by the Netherlands. He asked Paley to find the best model from the military factory for him. , the bullet is fine.Beautiful appearance, silver color, very light, easy to carry.

He used this gun to kill a wild dog, who came to steal his food at night in the wild, and he shot and killed him after he found it. When he woke up in the daytime, the blood from the intestines was all over the place, and it was all gone. black.Garcia thought that when Netherland shot, the opponent, whether human or god, was nothing more than a wild dog under his gun.

When Nedland was punishing him, when he broke into the barracks again and again, did Nedland think about shooting him, just like the dead dog with its stomach open in front of him.

Garcia listened to the wall clock chiming every half o'clock, and every hour, the hourly number of bells would ring.

Outside the balcony was a poplar grove not far away. Garcia took out the shotgun and fired more than a dozen shots "bang bang bang bang". It wasn't until the guards outside came in in panic that they saw their extremely pampered prince. , continue to reload and load the shotgun, and aim it out of the window.

"Your Highness, have you found any danger?" The subordinate asked nervously, afraid of missing hidden dangers.

Garcia fired all the bullets in a row, and threw the shotgun into the arms of one of his subordinates. The subordinates hurriedly took it, and heard Prince Garcia say, "There is a particularly annoying guy who will come out at night. Come back here."

The subordinate didn't know, so he asked, "What do you mean, Your Highness?"

"Shoot her immediately when you see her." Garcia's gray eyes were as dark as oil lamps, and he lowered his eyes slightly, watching the subordinates kneeling in front of him.

"Your Highness?"

Garcia suddenly smiled, and withdrew his gloomy expression just now, "I'm just joking."

The shotgun in the subordinate's arms was still slightly hot, and Garcia said, "I'll send you off."

The subordinates left the villa.

Of course Garcia would not bother the subordinates of the Netherlands, he would deal with that guy himself.

Garcia was sitting on the sofa, the body of the gun had been polished so that it could no longer shine, he no longer read poetry collections, but just listened to the popular dance music of Poseidon Militarism, the vinyl record was spinning on the record player, the lyrical, Beautiful female voice, with light tone and bright rhythm.

It's like the moment when swans dance on the ice.

Garcia closed his eyes and listened, he leaned back on the sofa relaxedly, the wind outside was soft and soft, like a Dutch military uniform, soft, he couldn't bear it, he didn't dare to put his black The strands of her hair are blown in disorder.

Sure enough, at seven o'clock in the evening, Nedland and Hera returned home. It was a black car parked under the steps.

Monty sat on the edge of the steps, just like waiting for Ned Land when he was a child, except that he grew taller and sat on the railing on the edge of the steps, his two slender legs swinging in the wind.

The car was not far in front of him, and he saw the person in the glass window.He only saw Ned Land, who turned sideways, his eyes seemed to be looking at the people beside him, but he didn't see the people in the car clearly.

Then I saw the soldiers open the door for the car, Ned Land got down, his trousers were in a suit, and he put on casual clothes at home.Then Monty saw the white lace dress, and Ned Land got out of the car with someone in his arms.

When he got out of the car, Hera seemed to be pale, with her eyes slightly closed, snuggling into his arms.

Nedland was wearing a khaki suit. He was tall and handsome, and Hera in his arms was as petite as a bird, clung to his chest.

The night is like a blower, blowing up the sky, the darkness, and the jealousy in people's hearts.

Ned Land walked up the steps, Monty jumped down from the railing, "Ye Mi," called him, the hand in the sleeve slowly moved up towards the girl in his arms, and wanted to pull the trigger with his index finger.

Netherlands looked back and saw Monty with gray pupils. He was more than 1.8 meters tall, his face was like a fruit falling from the mountains, hidden in the night.

"Monty," Netherland turned to him, stopped slightly, and said to him, "a man named Linde wants to see you. He said he is a good friend of yours."

Monty pretended to ask: "Really?" His finger was about to pull the trigger——

Nedland suddenly took a step forward, Monty was stunned for half a second, Nedland seemed to put his arms around him, and the gun was on Nedland's body, Monty was caught off guard and almost went off fire.

"I don't care who you like, I still hope you like girls." Ned Land said above his head.

Monty was stunned, and at the same time realized the completeness of his words: "I don't care who you like except me."