[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

Tragedy has saving out our better angels.

Tragedy always brings out the good in us.

In the office of St. John's Orphanage, the gray and white walls looked cold and bleak. Even a small air conditioner was installed, but it didn't have much effect.

Vespa flinched from the cold wind by the window, so she hugged Hannibal's neck even tighter and squeezed into his arms.

Who cares?In the face of the cold wind, antisocial personality patients are now her furnace.

Hannibal Lecter looked at Miss Cotton Candy in his arms, his dark golden hair was combed meticulously, but because of the action of bending over to hug Vespa before, a few strands of hair hung down sexyly on his forehead One side, making his excellent face even more charming.

Vespa stretched her arms and brushed the stray hair back from his forehead, her fingers pink like a piece of sponge cake.

"Thank you, little lady." There was a hint of teasing in his deep and provocative voice.

The little blond girl looked at him seriously, but her voice was childish, "Vespa, Vespa Linde."

Five-year-old Vespa's downcast eyes always make her look like a spoiled child when she's not smiling, and she's still a little unhappy tsundere.

"Okay, Miss Vesper, I'm Hannibal Lecter," Hannibal closed the window in a considerate manner, "Would you like some warm milk?"

The Johns Hopkins School of Medicine not only sent a professor to give free consultations to the children of St. John's Orphanage, but also prepared a lot of candy, bread and other food, and two barrels of warm milk were one of them.

But the little blond girl in his arms shook her head quickly, her tone serious, "No, I need a cup of coffee. Only coffee can keep a Frenchman alive."

Even Professor Brudes was amused by her, "My God, you are such an elegant and romantic French lady."

but--

Her request was ruthlessly rejected, and Hannibal's tone was mild like a gentleman of the upper class, "Children under the age of 12 are prohibited from taking caffeine, and you are probably only about five or six years old, with immature liver and kidney functions, and the ability to metabolize caffeine." The half-life increases, so - how about warm milk with two cubes of sugar?"

Vespa once again cursed Lester in his heart, the bloody five-year-old body, even the coffee would go away from her.

She hugged the handsome young man's neck, buried her small face in his neck and refused, with a muffled voice, "I don't like warm milk."

Hannibal felt her soft and warm little face, burying it in his neck, rubbing and rubbing, rubbing and rubbing, coquettish with a bad temper, which made his heart soften.

But it was a pity that what she met was Hannibal Lecter, who had a cold temperament and was never shaken by others. He put Vespa on the seat closest to the air conditioner in this office, took off his windbreaker, and then picked up the A cup of warm milk was brought to her mouth, "Warm milk can make you feel warmer."

Vespa looked at him pitifully, only to see the relaxed face of this handsome man with a thin face and a strong nose bridge, and the slightly ice-coloured blue-gray eyes showed determination, unmoved at all.

Hannibal saw the little girl on the chair pout her face in anger, put her mouth close to the porcelain cup in his position, and swallowed a mouthful of warm milk.

Curly long hair like melted gold spread in front of her body, her expression was wrinkled, because she didn't like milk, her big green eyes became wet, what's even more ridiculous was that there was even a ring of milk forming on her lips white beard.

Hannibal Lecter frowned slightly, since when did little French girls become so cute.

He put down the warm milk, wiped off the white beard around her mouth with a light-colored silk handkerchief, raised his eyebrows slightly, "It seems that you really don't like warm milk, Miss Vespa."

He has a decent smile on his face, but a small scar on the left side of his face makes his smile infinitely charming and slightly sinister.

Vesper suddenly touched his small scar with his hand, "You look really good-looking, Mr. Lecter."

Professor Brudes laughed happily, "Our Miss France really has excellent aesthetic ability, to be honest, Hannibal, you two look so close like a father and daughter, oh no, brother and sister , but there is no such young father as you."

Hannibal's eyebrows twitched, and some inexplicable thoughts suddenly struck his mind, but then he was interrupted by the knock on the office door.

"Knock Knock-"

Guardian Cora Smith entered the office with more than two dozen children. Those children looked a little bigger than Vespa and a little thinner, but they were all required to wear the best clothes to cope with the upcoming boarding. Reporting activities advertised in newspapers.

This is the United States in the 50s, and it is far from the situation in the 21st century when the supply of orphans in the United States was in short supply and adoption was difficult.

At this time, it would take a long time for the St. John's Orphanage to welcome a couple who wished to adopt a child. Under such circumstances, many adoption policies were relaxed. Three months ago, the regulations on the adoption of single men and women were even passed.

This is also because after the fire at the beginning of the century, the government spent a lot of money on urban reconstruction, and the support funds for children's welfare homes and many public facilities have declined. Of course, St. John's Orphanage hopes that more children will be adopted. This reduces economic expenses, and at the same time will get a lot of adoption fees.

And this time it was published in the weekly newspaper, not only will the orphanage receive government funds, but more beneficially, some couples may come to adopt it.

The guardian, Mrs. Smith, was furious when she saw Vespa sitting under the air conditioner. Her husband had a crush on a Parisian woman when he was young, so she hated French women very much, and Vespa was undoubtedly the little girl who was angered. Pitiful.

Vespa looked at her resentful eyes, and felt that he was sorry for her drama ex-boyfriends if he didn't pretend to be pitiful at this time.

So she quickly got down from the chair, lowered her head and hid behind Hannibal.

Of course, she didn't forget to take the opportunity to hug her thigh, in various senses.

Hannibal Lecter was wearing a simple shirt and trousers, with a white medical suit outside, but such a simple outfit made him look elegant, and his long legs and wasp waist were extremely charming.

Vespa didn't even reach his waist, damn it, why would he have such long legs.

Hannibal touched the top of her head, looked at Mrs. Smith, the guardian, with a gentlemanly and polite expression, "I think you need that government money very much."

His voice wasn't threatening, but it clearly meant something.

Mrs. Smith froze for a moment, she seemed to be very afraid of Hannibal's aristocratic and elite demeanor, which was both enviable and terrifying.

The tall and handsome young man carried the little girl onto the chair again, "Can I check your health for you, lovely Miss Vespa?"

The little blond girl's voice was soft, she puffed up her face and looked at him, "If you stop forcing me to drink warm milk."

Hannibal put aside the idea of ​​"poke her face with a finger" and began to conduct a professional medical examination for her.

When the medical examinations of more than twenty children were all over, it was almost noon. During the process, Hannibal found that many children wanted to get close to Vespa, but they all left France under Mrs. Smith's threatening eyes. The little girl was far away, but fortunately, Vespa didn't seem to be lost because of it.

Sitting on a chair, she looked up at the busy Mr. Lecter from time to time, and she did not forget to give a sweet smile that made people feel happy.

After Hannibal collected all the information, he cast his eyes on Vespa for a while, and then whispered in Professor Brudes ear, as if discussing something.

Vespa was lying on the back of the chair, and the guardian next to her was angrily trying to get her off. Vespa suspected that once the professors of the medical school left, she would be stuffed into a cabinet and confined.

It's amazing how she turned into such a poor little girl.

Oh, you can't say that, in the real world, she was really such a poor little girl who lost her parents and was sent to an orphanage, waiting to be adopted.

At this moment, Hannibal Lecter came over and knelt down in front of her, looking at her equally, "Honorable Miss Vesper Lind, would you like to live with me?"

Vesper: ...Hannibal Lecter is simply the best target to capture...

She opened her arms to the handsome top medical student, and said in a sweet voice, "Just don't feed me warm milk."

Hannibal hugged the little blonde girl in his arms, and said in an unquestionable tone, "Coffee is not acceptable."

Vespa wrinkled his nose, "...Okay, deal."

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In the director's office of St. John's Orphanage, Vesper was sitting in Hannibal's arms pointing fingers boredly, while her new meal ticket was discussing the adoption procedures with the director.

"Vespa Linde is from Paris, France. Her parents and younger sister died in an accident. The manor under her father's name was nationalized by the government because she couldn't pay the inheritance tax, and she was adopted by no one. She was sent to an orphanage in Paris," said the dean in a calm voice, "and then she was adopted to Baltimore, but because she had witnessed the death of her parents and younger sister, it was difficult for her to integrate into the adoptive family, so she was sent back to St. John's Orphanage."

The tragic death of his parents and sister is also Hannibal Lecter's long-term painful nightmare. The handsome young gentleman's expression becomes more serious and fierce. When he is cold-faced, the deadly coldness is frightening.

Hannibal put his hand in front of Vespa and embraced her, patted her comfortingly during the process, but at this moment, Vespa suddenly held his palm and said in a childish voice, "Lady You can’t just pat your stomach.”

Hannibal looked down at her, the blond girl looked dissatisfied, but he could see something healing and warm in her beautiful green eyes.

Mrs. Smith also sat on one side as Vesper Lind's guardian, in order to be able to explain the situation of the children to the adopters, so that they are more likely to be adopted.

But today Mrs. Smith seems to be talking about Vespa's problems.

"Seriously, Mr. Lecter, Vespa Linde is not a good choice for adoption. She often wakes up crying at night, and indulges in the rich and generous living habits of the past. Why don't you choose a better one?" What about the caring child?" The guardian, Mrs. Smith's voice was sharp, "You see, she will be dissatisfied because you are clearly comforting and stroking her."

Hannibal raised his eyebrows, "I like the way she looks grumpy and angry, she's pretty, isn't she?"

Mrs. Smith: "..."

"She has some psychological shadows from the past, so she will cry about these things at night, and I will spend enough time and patience to appease her," Hannibal touched the little blond girl's stomach again, "As for the good living habits -"

The handsome and extraordinary young gentleman said in a relaxed voice, "I have inherited the wealth accumulated by my ancestors since the beginning of the tenth century, which should provide Vespa with a good material foundation."

Mrs. Smith's long-term drinking caused her flushed cheeks to become even darker, "Mr. Lecter, you are only 20 years old! The government stipulates that adopters must be at least 25 years old!"

Hannibal raised his eyebrows, "It's true."

Then he changed the topic, "So I invited Professor Bruders to be my witness, and also as a supervisor, so I obtained the dispensation document from the Maryland government a few minutes ago," he pointed to the Dean's left The fax machine on the side, "I think that document will appear in your fax in 5 minutes. Since Professor Bruders is an internationally renowned medical scientist and one of the Maryland senators, he should have Enough credibility, what do you think? Mr. Dean?"

The director of the St. John's Orphanage, who is still counting on government funding to make a profit, is crazy to offend Professor Brudes and the young gentleman in front of him, "Of course, of course, you are the most important thing since the establishment of our orphanage. Excellent adopter."

Hannibal smiled decently, and said politely, "You are too serious, I am just an ordinary medical student."

Vespa: She must remember—must not offend the talkative Hannibal Lecter.

When she left St. John's Orphanage in Hannibal's arms, it was not even lunch time, and Vespa sighed again—how efficient Hannibal Lecter was.

Hannibal's scooter is a beautiful black German car with excellent safety features. He puts the Vespa in the passenger seat. Now that the seat belts and airbags are not used, the back seat does not exist. What a lot of security.

Vespa complained about her small body, hell, her legs didn't touch the ground at all.

She asked about her long-term meal ticket, "Where are we going?" "Lunch," Hannibal put his long, beautiful fingers on the steering wheel, and the scar on the side of his cheek looked like a dimple, "The next priority is to serve You add everything you want, my honorable Miss Lynde."