[Zhongyingmei] Donuts are divided into half for you

[Free yourself|ooc warning|Arms dealer × raising a singer]

[Slight blackening | An idiot stalker who loves but can't force it]

……

Tony Stark stared at the man in the box.

She was beautiful indeed - the bodyguard who opened the box for him gasped.The hissing made Stark slightly displeased, and he lifted his legs from the sofa, and gave the ignorant muscular kid a lesson with his shiny heels.

The bodyguard was quickly taken away, and what awaited him was a sky-high commission.Only Stark and his box remained in the empty living room, and he was finally able to savor this supreme delicacy.

Curled up in the box is a girl, wearing a poorly textured stage outfit—the outfit really doesn’t match her beauty: in a curled up position, her porcelain-white to flawless skin deserves to be wrapped in silk, and crappy lace is not worthy of her Cherry-like perfumed lips.

Just looking at her, he had the idea of ​​entering her dream—God knows he has been insomnia for a long time.Her dreams must be lands of jasmine and goat's milk, he imagined being chased by her lips, her blue eyes, if they were open, must be a galaxy of drowned people.

He is fascinated by hue.

But if it's just pure hue, it's not enough to make a Stark's heart beat.How many bodies he has seen on the bed, pure or plump; he has been spoiled for taste, and he prefers the figures in Western oil paintings - girls with slender waists and buttocks, but breast|breast are not developed much, like a newborn little moon halo.

The wealthy businessman thought he might be too lonely—you know, sometimes loneliness can kill, and going to bed is like drinking poison to quench your thirst.

So one day he decided to like opera, a hobby can be cultivated, and Stark can be as civilized as Rilke.

But most of the actors are empty and contentless, and he feels disgusted.The kind of nausea that makes you vomit stomach acid against a toilet lid.

No. 12 days after Tony Stark fell in love with opera and abandoned it, he began to look for the next confidant to pass the time.

Then he happened to hear a girl singing again.There's a one-in-a-million chance that he'll be hit, like a chalk stub thrown to a poor student who sleeps in class.The piece of chalk pierced through his coat, chest, and ribs, before settling in the heart.

He hadn't heard singing like that since his mother died.No one knows that 20-year-old Tony Stark is a mother baby, and a child without a mother is prone to violent emotions.

Thanks to Lizzie Barnes, the little girl has a golden voice.There were times when Stark wanted to slit her throat to see if there was a bright summer field hiding there.

He watched her for three years, like a voyeur trying to invade other people's lives.Sometimes she sings and laughs to herself, and more often she likes to walk on the terrace. She seems to prefer to be an actress rather than a singer, and her gait is cute even if it is stiff.

But it doesn't mean that Stark wants her to be an actress. It's a waste of that little tongue not being used for singing except for kissing.

Three years is short enough to fall in love, but long enough to know someone.He watched her grow from 16 to 17 years old; her increasingly charming figure and cute smiling face are filled with private photos and videos.

What made him sigh was that she wasn't in love; two-thirds of her lovely smile was dedicated to her brother, James Barnes, and Stark had never been so jealous of a man, jealousy made him He was scratching his head, so much so that he thought about it day and night and cursed his rival who was also in business to go bankrupt.

—Ha, and then the guy really went bankrupt.

The curse is fulfilled, but Stark has no time for a celebration party; the chalk stub that stuck in his heart now melts into a dum bomb, crushing his conscience.His inner demons are seducing him, and he even exults:

- look, stark!Great opportunity.

- Stop it bro, that's a crime.

- fuck you, what kind of a good person are you?

It took him a minute to convince himself, and he gave the demon a high-five by the way.

So the suffering girl, who was far away performing in a tavern in Romania yesterday to earn money to support her family, was boxed across the ocean today and became the property of Tony Stark.

everything.Stark chewed it again, how exciting this word is.

She wasn't awake yet, so he still had time to tidy her up.He first put the person into the bathtub and took a bath, a thorough bath, half of his nosebleeds flowed out during the bath.

It's nothing.He hastily cleaned his nasal cavity with paper balls, why didn't he reward his dick, because rape | corpses are not very interesting.

Stark is satisfied that he is a man of principle.

He put her on the bed and wrapped her in a quilt. He stared at the doll's face and suddenly wanted to do handwork.It turns out that the little girl's mind is really not difficult to guess. He is familiar with her waist, bust... the size of each hidden part, and he is confident that he can do better than a soft tape measure in this regard.

……

Lizzie Barnes woke up an hour later, and Stark was fiercely resisted by the frail kitten.

How much strength can she have with her arms that are sore from the drug, it's like scratching a paw on Stark's shirt; she stared round and shouted "Don't come here", Stark was so intoxicated that he was stealing little girl with cake.

Hearing her voice face to face for the first time, and being looked at by her brilliant blue eyes again, his legs were so weak that he could hardly walk.

After 5 minutes, she gradually calmed down, and her body no longer touched him.Stark deeply regrets this.

She asked him, "What do you want from me?"

Stark smiled, a shiver of joy spreading from his shoulders to his cheeks.He pretended to think deeply, and found that it was difficult for him to answer this question.

The devil is really greedy!He wanted to take the girl's throat and keep it in a sealed little honeypot, so that it would always be sweet; but Stark had a longer plan, and he would rather build a gilt cage with a gold cage inside. canary.

Just like a wise boy wants a rod instead of a fish, he wants her to sing to him every day.

Singing just for him, never mind the damn Viennese stage, or some Romanian tavern.If she sings to others, he will whip her little ass severely; he is not so merciful to those who hear her singing, the devil is clamoring to cut off the ears of these rats!

——But let him just answer her "I want to hear you sing", he is not very willing.

This child is a peach on the top of the tree, and now the branches have fallen on his head, there is no reason not to pick it!

He has coveted it for a long time, and he has long dreamed of that delicious body.

The little girl was so stupid and pitiful: "My brother is bankrupt, we can't even pay the rent, there is no use for you to kidnap me."

Stark was noncommittal.He sat on the edge of the bed and changed his position, crossing his legs more comfortably.

"Don't talk about your brother, and don't talk about us." She couldn't see that he was annoyed by the intimacy in her words. "It's just you, and me now. Baby, this is 'us.'"

Lizzie stared at him coldly, unaware that she bit her lip.The delicate red was bitten open with a single effort, bleeding quickly.

Stark was captured by the brilliance, he leaned over and got very close.Lips brushed hers.

wonderful.His adrenaline was soaring, like the feeling of dying.But the vigilant girl didn't give him a chance to indulge in pleasure, she turned her head violently, and wiped the blood on her lips with her fingers.

"Don't worry about it, I can do it myself."

"You think I just want to rub my mouth?" Stark breathed ambiguously, "You're so cute."

Under the terrified eyes of the girl, he leaned over, his arms firmly wrapped around her waist, and his body was compacted, and then he devoured the delicious food.His cold lips were like fighting, biting the place that was gradually no longer bleeding.

Salty fishy, ​​more rusty smell than before.Stark fell in love with the smell almost immediately, even champagne and sherry had to be sidelined.

The spot of blood expanded and formed a thin thread; Stark nibbled down the thread, biting the throbbing artery in her neck.

God, to be honest, he really didn't realize that he had the potential to be a vampire before.

The thin blood vessel was sucked into his mouth by him, and it only took a moment for the prey to be killed, it beat so violently, almost in sync with the heart——

Stark enjoyed the fact that she danced for him.

Only he can give her life.

The girl wisely stopped struggling, her blue eyes flickered and understood:

"You want me, don't you?"

Stark loved the sweet words from her small mouth, and the natural temptation immediately made people listen hard. Stark watched his crotch stand up in almost distress.

"Ha, honey—" he sighed emotionally, "now you know the answer."

Lizzie shrank back behind the quilt.

"Don't be nervous, I have no intention of doing bed exercises with you right now."

God, she looks like a squirrel caught in a trap—

He really wanted to be wrapped around her big fluffy tail.

"You need to rest, honey. I'll get you some bedtime reading."

"—do you like Borges? I haven't seen you read it, but maybe you'll like him."

He rubbed the stubble on his chin, and added: "Ah, maybe it's much more pleasing than Elliott."

Lizzie's pupils suddenly contracted to a point.

He knew she hated Elliott, what she usually watched and what she didn't watch.He controls her every move.

This feeling of being spied on made her pores twitch, and she whispered almost without thinking:

"But I don't like you."

Her shoulders were heavy, and it was his left arm that clamped the thin shoulder blade; she couldn't hold back Xiaoxiao's pain, but the man didn't let go.Contrary to the strength of his left arm, he touched her cheek with the palm of his right hand surprisingly gently.

Then all the way down, he scratched his little chin like a coaxing cat.

"You'll love it."

He's been doing a lot of reading lately to get the hang of how to care for pets.Some birds are more delicate than humans, and they don't eat uncooked millet or drink cold water.

He would prepare a small amount of bacon and dessert for her every day-how could he not know that she likes sweets best?Don't forget honey water and milk, she needs a little honey every morning and warm milk at night.

He had planned and prepared so well that the world he had created for her was as perfect as it had been before.

The only accident will be: he squeezes out the brother who is intimate with the girl, replaces him little by little, and sneaks into the gap of the golden cage.

A wise hunter is never impatient: one day he will be able to hold this little canary in his hands.

The author has something to say: Hahahahahaha, have you seen the easter egg of Borges and Eliot?

*Stark is Stark, Tony is Tony, so to speak.

Brother Baji|Brother|Everyday is miserable, not only the bankrupt sister was also abducted (kneel down)

Next time I might write Brother Ba Ji’s episodes. If I have time, I’ll write all four episodes. Yes, I’m very diligent.

[Time to roll call and send little red flowers]:

冰扔了1个地雷投掷时间:2017-12-0108:29:22

西柚橙扔了1个地雷投掷时间:2017-12-0111:49:58

熊扔了1个地雷投掷时间:2017-12-0117:16:56

吧唧的猫耳扔了1个手榴弹投掷时间:2017-12-0118:48:10（哇！感恩！这是我第一次收到手榴弹耶！流口水地摸摸！）

读者“有一只豆喵”,灌溉营养液52017-12-0113:07:12

读者“”,灌溉营养液102017-12-0110:22:54（这小天使咋没显示我也母鸡qaq）

读者“吧唧是李子怪”,灌溉营养液52017-12-0109:46:20

读者“冰”,灌溉营养液12017-12-0108:26:54

读者“篛使”,灌溉营养液102017-12-0108:25:07