[Black Street] The one-eyed man

I was still half asleep when Warwick woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night.Having just had an intense sex session, I'm too tired to open my eyes.

Neither of them could sleep soundly in a cot squeezed together, and the bed creaked and shook violently when Warwick sat up abruptly.

I dimly called him, only to hear him whisper, "It's okay, you sleep."

After a while, I opened my eyes with difficulty, and found that the tall but slightly hunched figure was still sitting on the edge of the bed. His back was facing me with his bare upper body, showing his sexy latissimus dorsi lines, as if he could sit in place all night.

"What's wrong?" I squirmed over wrapped in a sheet, and lay beside him.

"I had a nightmare, and my eyes are hurting again." He held the blindfold with one hand and covered his eyes with the other, with his hair hanging down to cover half of his face, which made people feel distressed.

"Let me see." I reached out and pulled his hand away. He hesitated for a moment, but I still pulled his hand away, and my blind left eye was exposed in my sight.It was only later that I heard from the mother of the Cowherd's shop that Warwick never took off the blindfold when picking up customers.

His injured left eye is completely different from his right eye, there is no beautiful sea-blue eyeball, and an old but obvious scar is left on the eyelid like a brand, and a child will probably be quite scared when he sees it.

I never asked him either.I vaguely heard that he was the second young master of a certain family when he was a child, and the scar on his left eye must have been left when he was a teenager, so I didn't ask if he didn't want to talk about it.Unexpectedly, he gave me a wry smile and said, "My father burned me with a cigarette butt when I was 12 years old."

I was stunned.

"Why this expression." He stretched out his hand to smooth the center of my brow, "Actually, it's all in the past, but I can't forget it myself. Maybe it's because of... hypermemory syndrome or something? It seems that this is really not the case. What's the ability to attract people?" He smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Warwick..."

"Okay, okay, it's okay. Because my mother is a prostitute, it's not strange for an illegitimate child to be beaten and scolded by his father." He lit a cigarette, took a puff, and I saw Sheng Teng by the moonlight. up the smoke.

"What about your father now?"

Warwick's voice was flat, without any ups and downs: "Killed." There was no subject in the words.

I hugged him from behind, pressed my face tightly against his back, his stiff body gradually relaxed in my arms, patted my arms, grabbed my hands and spread them out, kissing my fingers one by one , a wet kiss fell on the fingertips.

What broke the silence was the ringing of the doorbell.

"Is it Nicholas?" Warwick and I went to open the door one after the other. At the door stood a beautiful young woman in gorgeous clothes, and behind him stood a bodyguard with a sign around his neck, which said he was the Twilight Race.

"Yeah, Warwick." The young woman smiled as if she met an acquaintance, "Won't you invite me in?" She looked over Warwick and saw me, "Or is it that I came at the wrong time?"

Warwick glanced at the small black room that locked Master Lyco, but there was no movement there.

"Is there anything you can do for me late at night, Mrs. Felia?" He took a glass of cold water from a cheap paper cup and put it in front of the young woman, "I'm afraid I can't do it if it's an employment relationship. I've already resigned from the Cowherd's shop.

Mrs. Philia showed no sign of wanting to touch the glass of water.

"Why resign? If Warwick keeps doing it, I can keep supporting you."

"Thank you madam for your kindness, but I'm already 35 years old, and I've already decided to cook and clean for my girlfriend at home. There really is no reason for me to continue."

Why didn't I see you cooking for me?I cast a look of resentment at him, and met Mrs. Felia's eyes on the way. She looked at me with a smile, and quickly looked away.

"So let's stop here for the greetings, can I meet the young master?"

Warwick didn't speak, just sat quietly.

"I know the young master is here with you." The bodyguard behind Mrs. Philia was huge, standing behind the sofa with a frightening sense of oppression.

Warwick looked directly at her: "I'm just someone hired by Master Lyco, whether I see you or not depends on what the Master wants."

"Are you rejecting me?" Mrs. Philia asked softly.

Warwick didn't speak, just watched her quietly, the atmosphere dropped to freezing point, and swords were on the verge of breaking out.

"Okay." She laughed suddenly, and suddenly raised her voice, as if she was telling someone, "What kind of reward did the young master promise you to work so loyally for him? The principle of the convenience house is not based on money Supreme? I can give you what he gave you."

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"of course."

Warwick raised his eyebrows: "It's the seat of the next Patriarch of the Lyco family."

Mrs. Philia's expression changed.

"Including the shares, land, minerals, and manpower owned by the family. Are you willing to give me this seat, wife?" He paused, then stood up, "If you can give it to me, even if I kill the young master now, it's fine , if not, then I will still be the young master's bodyguard, and the young master will always be alive before I die."

"Yeah, you're threatening me."

"How could that be?" Warwick said softly.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Mrs. Philip said coldly, "Warwick, sometimes a wrong decision can affect a person's life." The words were like a prophecy and a memory.She stood up in a motion that made me wonder if she'd order her bodyguards to kill Warwick the next second, but all she said was, "Farewell."

After Mrs. Felia left, I pressed against the door with lingering fear, for fear that she would come back again.

Warwick went to the door of the small black room and unlocked it. Master Lyco stood at the door and faced him, his eyes were clear and bright without any sleepiness, as if he had stood there all night.

I don't know where their tacit understanding came from, but they can communicate with each other through a door.

"Thank you." Master Lyco said.

"You're welcome, I've accepted your favor, so of course I should protect you."

"I shouldn't have mentioned your past before."

"It doesn't matter, it's all over. In fact, I really envy you." Master Lyco was slightly shorter than the average boy, and Warwick squatted down to meet him at the same level. "You may feel that your life is full of tragedies, but I am like you." It was much worse than you when I was so old, I didn’t even have any qualifications to inherit the family, and later I had to sell myself to earn money. But master, you are different from me,” Warwick pressed his shoulder and let out a cry Sigh softly, "You have your own shares and resources, and family cadres who are loyal to you. If I were you, I would do whatever it takes to accomplish my goals, whether it is to make my family the strongest family , or making everyone equal in this city—whatever, if you can live at any cost, why not do something else? You should grow up."

Master Lyco lowered his eyes.

Warwick left.

The author has something to say: Excited...Finally over ten chapters, I feel like I have achieved a qualitative leap...

I updated again today, please praise me!