The Way of the Demon Cult Leader Chasing His Wife

"Dingling, a guest is coming, a guest is coming—"

The convenience store girl who was drowsy at the counter was suddenly awakened. She raised her head and looked around, only to see a woman with an extremely beautiful face open the glass door.

Zhang Kuang opened the glass door, and naturally turned sideways to let Xia Zhitao advance.The heat in the convenience store poured out, spreading the skin to dispel the coldness left by the night wind.Xia Zhitao was wearing a white brocade robe, which was tightly wrapped around him.

Zhang Kuang put his hand on Xia Zhitao's shoulder very naturally, turned his head and quickly gave the convenience store girl a very threatening look.

The convenience store girl quickly looked away from the two of them, and complained silently in her heart: The other person is so tightly wrapped that he can't even see his face. I'm looking at you...

"What do you want to drink?" Zhang Kuang glanced at a drink quickly, feeling dissatisfied.

The drinks here seem to be poorly packaged, low quality, adulterated, not even a decent silver cup.You have to know that in the past, she used to drink water for her wife with glass cups inlaid with ninety-nine or eighty gemstones. As expected, this small shop is too rubbish!

Xia Zhitao picked out two bottles of vanilla-flavored milk and said, "This is it."

Zhang Kuang frowned, and said, "Is it a little cold? Are there no hot drinks here?"

Two bottles of milk were placed on the cash register, Xia Zhitao turned around and smiled, "I like this taste, and it tastes just as good cold."

The leader wrote down one stroke in a small notebook in his heart: Madame likes vanilla-flavored milk.

There was no change for one hundred yuan in the store, so Zhang Kuang, who was rushing to check out, had to give up resentfully, watching Xia Zhitao take out his mobile phone to pay.Xia Zhitao looked at Zhang Kuang standing listlessly at the side, and burst out laughing, his previously sad mood subconsciously improved.

The two walked towards the parking lot. Zhang Kuang took the milk in his hand and handed it to Xia Zhitao a few seconds later: "Here."

Xia Zhitao took the milk, and the temperature flowing from her fingertips surprised her: "Eh, it's hot?"

Zhang Kuang nodded, "Drinking something hot is good for the stomach."

Xia Zhitao took a sip of the milk, then suddenly turned around and said, "I heard you are the leader of the Demon Cult?"

a bolt from the blue.

Zhang Kuang staggered and almost fell.

She said in a low voice, "Yes."

Ruined!After the wife knows that she is the leader of the Demon Cult, she will definitely start to hate me, and then ignore me, and then I will never see my wife again.Zhang Kuang was about to cry in his heart, but on the surface he could only hold on, carefully observing Xia Zhitao.

Xia Zhitao looked at her, and saw that she was standing wildly and restrained, with a nervous expression on her face, and she didn't know where to put her hands and feet.She couldn't help but want to tease her, and said: "You are the leader of the Demon Cult, and you don't want to conquer the great country, why did you come here to give me a hot drink?"

But Zhang Kuang said: "What do you want to conquer the world? I think hot milk is good. If you like it, I can also be your royal microwave oven. Natural and pollution-free hot drinks and food."

If the two younger brothers were here, they would surely laugh out loud in relief: "That's right, my lord, you even know about microwave ovens!"

The corner of Xia Zhitao's lips raised a small arc, like the slight sweetness in hot milk: "Then I can rely on you."

.

The two went home together, Zhang Kuang sent Xia Zhitao downstairs, she turned around to leave, but Xia Zhitao suddenly said:

"Wait a moment."

Zhang Kuang turned around facing the cold moonlight, Shimmer pressed a kiss between her eyebrows like an elf.The silver fragments covered the gaps in her hair and shoulders, flowing down the sleeves like a stream of melting snow, and falling to the ground to leave a mellow halo like smoke.

Xia Zhitao said, "Thank you today."

Seeing Zhang Kuang showing a hint of a smile, her eyes were stained with bits and pieces of tenderness.

——The face is stunning, considerate, such a person who is so gentle and loving to him, who would not have such a throbbing?

Xia Zhitao looked at Zhang Kuang, and couldn't help asking the question deep in his heart: "Why, is it me?"

She was scared.

I am afraid that all tenderness is false, and I am afraid that I will be left behind after getting everything.And she was left alone in the end, with boundless loneliness and yearning that she couldn't ask for, she jumped off the cliff and was smashed to pieces.

I am afraid that I will become a substitute for someone just because of my similar appearance.

There are 1 questions in my heart, once I start to care, they will pile up like snowflakes.She tremblingly guarded the huge transparent foam and dared not touch it. The surface of the foam was radiant, like the most expensive scroll in the gallery, but it was so fragile that it would break at the touch of a finger.

Zhang Kuang laughed, his eyes were full of stars, and all of them reflected his absent-minded appearance.

"Because is you."

His fingertips ran across his cheeks, pulling the loose hair up to his ears.The opponent suddenly leaned forward slightly, Xia Zhitao closed his eyes nervously.

The gentle touch between the foreheads passed by in an instant, but it ignited the slightly cold water vapor of the night, and the scorching temperature spread from the forehead to the cheeks, dispelling all the cold buried under the skin.

"What are you worried about? I'm not willing to leave. It's late now, go to bed."

The gentle voice embraced her like a poem, and sang a melodious song softly.

"Good night."

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Back to the evening time.

"Song Muzhao!! Come down for me!"

A thunderous sound resounded throughout the room. Song Muzhao covered his ears and poked his head out from the railing on the second floor: "Mom, what's wrong?"

Mrs. Song looked at her innocent-looking daughter with hatred, and shouted: "Don't try to hide this time, you can go to this charity dinner, if you don't want to go, then pack up and prepare to be tied up. !"

Song Muzhao curled up on the ground in pain and sighed, his mother threatened him so much, it seems that this Laoshizi charity dinner cannot be avoided after all.

She moved down the stairs slowly, and muttered: "It's fine if I don't go, I'm just a vase anyway."

Mrs. Song looked at her daughter, and touched her head with a sigh: "It's good to see the world. You never want to attend this kind of gathering. Others will think that our family is not harmonious, and even have the idea of ​​sowing discord. .”

Song Muchhao pouted, letting her mother and a group of servants play her around like a doll.Although all kinds of reluctance and reluctance, I have to say that my mother's taste is still very good——

The goose-yellow long skirt made the complexion more tender, and the skirt was covered with a layer of silk tulle, which was inlaid with bright and dazzling small gemstones.As it walks, it will sway around the body, like a flowing halo.

"How about this necklace?" Mrs. Song gestured around her neck with an emerald necklace, "It fits well with your long skirt."

Song Muzhao shook his head, and proudly took out a pendant: "(The pendant given by the boss) Use this!"

Mrs. Song looked over suspiciously, but found that although the necklace was simple in design, the center pendant at the bottom was dazzling, attracting all eyes.The shimmering gold pendant is transparent and bright, with a golden glow on it, bright and clear.The inside of the gemstone looks like hot magma is flowing slowly, as if countless fine gold particles are wrapped in it.

Song Muzhao got the consent, and happily put on the pendant given by Zhang Kuang.

However, there was really no content in that banquet, and there were only a few familiar faces.The boss of Mu's Pharmaceuticals still brought her white cat. Lu Qian's sister Lu Yue would die as soon as she met Zhou's second son, Zhou Palm.

Song Muzhao yawned, feeling depressed.She huddled in the corner sadly, feeling that she would soon become moldy because of boredom, and then mushrooms would pop out of her head one by one.

Making up her mind, she carried a plate with a bunch of delicious desserts.He lifted his skirt and stood on tiptoe, slipping to the balcony in the distance.

A glass door separates the two worlds.The room was brightly lit, and the cups of wine were intertwined. Song Muzhao was biting into the dessert, thinking that it was a wise choice for him to sneak out.Blowing the cold wind outside and looking at the moon, isn't it a peaceful time and a pure body and mind?

She happily picked out a piece of cherry-flavored macaron, and was about to put it in her mouth, but she was suddenly startled by the voice behind her.

"Why did you come here?"

She trembled all over, and was so frightened by the sudden voice that she almost lost her mind.The macaron fell on the ground and happened to be half-sinked in the soil of the flower pot, so it must be inedible.

unacceptable!

Song Muzhao's eyes were red, and he stomped his feet: "My macaron is the only one with cherry flavor, you pay me!"

Visitor: "..."

After Song Muzhao finished speaking, he remembered that today seemed to be a charity dinner gathered by bigwigs, and knew that he had made a slip of the tongue.She silently raised her head, wanted to apologize but froze.

The person who came was a head taller than her, dressed in formal attire, with an indifferent smile on his face, like a world reflected in the water after the rain.

She was holding a glass of red wine in her hand.The deep red wine swayed in the glass vessel with the movement of her fingertips, like flowing red gemstones, smashing the shimmer into the bag.

Uh, who is this man?

Although the other party is very good-looking, Song Muzhao still bears the grudge against Macaron.So she just bent over super perfunctorily and said, "Sorry, I was so rude just now."

The visitor said, "It doesn't matter."

She paused, then stretched out her right hand to Song Muzhao.Song Muzhao noticed that she was wearing a pair of white gloves. The gloves were clean and fit properly, and the fabric was attached to her hands meticulously, which showed what kind of person the owner was.

"Qin Zhi."

To Song Muzhao's surprise, the other party's voice was completely different from her face.The face is mostly serious, but the voice is like stepping on tassel stone steps in the haze of mist and rain, clear and clear like a mountain stream.

Song Muzhao nodded reluctantly, and shook hands with her: "Hello, Miss Qin."

The white gloves have a velvet-like delicate touch, which makes Song Muzhao have a strange feeling of stroking the feathers of a bird.She secretly muttered in her heart, feeling that nine out of ten people who pretend to wear gloves are probably clean freaks.

Qin Zhi smiled politely and asked:

"Miss Song, this pendant—who gave it to you?"