[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

Trust is adifficult thing, whether it's finding the right people to trust, or trusting the right people will do the wrong thing. But trusting your heart, is the riskiest thing of all. In the end, the only person we truly trust is ourselves.

Trust doesn't come easy, whether it's finding someone worthy of your trust, or believing that even they will betray you, but trusting your own heart is the greatest risk you can take.In the end, the only person you can truly trust is yourself.

Founded in [-], Johns Hopkins Hospital has been rated as the best hospital in the United States for many years, creating many firsts in the history of medicine. The teaching and research hospital of Sri Lankan University School of Medicine is not affiliated with the university. The two share resources and are administratively independent from each other, but this does not prevent professors and scholars of the School of Medicine, such as Hannibal Lecter, from working in this hospital As a medical staff, even many medical students are practicing here.

Vesper obediently followed behind Hannibal. On the way to his office, he encountered many young medical staff who stopped by and greeted Professor Lecter politely and respectfully. Spa.

In just a few minutes away, a piece of news has spread throughout the Johns Hopkins Hospital—their genius professor is actually accompanied by an extremely beautiful little girl. Given that Professor Lecter is still single, is it private? Give birth to a daughter? !

Hannibal's office is located on the seventh floor, and it is extraordinarily tidy, without any mess or dust.

"Sit here and wait for me." Hannibal took out a white medical gown from the closet and put it on, then looked at the little girl in front of him, and pointed to the seat opposite the desk.

It's the most common medical gown that everyone in the hospital has one piece of, but he actually wears it like a fashion blockbuster. Hell, the beautiful waistline and long legs are simply intoxicating.

And the little blond girl seems to be very well-behaved today, her beautiful green eyes turned slyly, she showed a very harmless and cute smile to Hannibal, and shook the hem of his medical gown, "Wait for you to take care of it." File, shall we go for a ride?"

Thinking about Mr. Professor's heroic appearance in a horse racing uniform made her feel much better.

Hannibal looked at the little girl who was acting coquettishly with ease, raised his eyebrows slightly, and his voice was low, but inexplicably carried a lot of provocative meaning, "Then force me to admit defeat at the racetrack, or cry?"

Vespa frowned, and threw away the corner of the medical uniform in his hand, "It's obvious that you are inferior to others."

Hannibal pretended to be helpless and sighed, "Look at how I spoiled you, wayward little villain."

Vespa looked at him dissatisfied, "Don't call me a little villain."

She added, "Not even the little bastard."

Hannibal suddenly bent down and looked straight at her, "You are like a tyrant who commits all kinds of crimes and doesn't allow his subjects to discuss in private, Miss Vesper Lind."

The little girl took advantage of the situation and grabbed the front of his shirt, with a stern look on her baby-fat little face, "It's not allowed anyway."

Hannibal suddenly touched the top of her head, his slightly ice-coloured gray-blue eyes made her heart beat faster, "I obey, my lord."

The little girl subconsciously loosened his shirt, cleared her throat, and said a little angrily, "The famous genius professor, go and deal with your annoying documents."

Hannibal smiled slightly, "I didn't expect my little milk cat to know how to be shy."

Vespa deliberately turned her body away from him, and focused her gaze on the scenery outside the window. Well, there was actually nothing worth admiring, she just didn't want to see Hannibal Lecter's eyes teasing a child.

The famous psychologist looked at the little girl in front of him, prepared to finish the documents as soon as possible, and took her to the horse race. He liked to see her full of vitality, as if all the sunshine in the world was in her eyes.

Unfortunately, today's itinerary was not smooth. Hannibal had just finished processing the documents when he received an insider call. A professor of the medical school had a bad cold and needed Hannibal to go to the medical school right now to deal with the psychological problems under his name. Research groups, help with topics under discussion and chair meetings.

Hannibal's face darkened, taking on some dark air. He really didn't like to disappoint his little girl. For a second, he almost hoped that the psychology team would be taken away by Baltimore's traditional gangsters.

He raised his gaze slightly, and saw the little blond girl blinking at him curiously, and said nonchalantly, "Do you have any work to do? It doesn't matter. In fact, I don't really want to ride a horse today."

She is always considerate when she should be self-willed the most, such a cute and well-behaved expression will only make people feel more guilty.

Hannibal sighed slightly, he really didn't know what to do with this little liar.

Vespa jumped off the chair, walked over and grabbed his clothes, "I'm a little sleepy, can I stay in the office to rest while you're working?"

Hannibal brushed the loose hair from her cheeks behind her ears. "There's a rest area in the other office."

He was referring to the professor's office in the medical school.

So Vespa could only obediently follow behind him and continue today's one-day trip to Johns Hopkins University.

As the world's top medical school, the building here is grand and elegant, and the elegant interior decoration can be vaguely seen through the windows.

Interestingly, the Johns Hopkins School of Medicine is also close to the black area of ​​Baltimore, separated by a tall wall outside the two worlds, inside the wall is a quiet and beautiful medical school, outside the wall, the black area The houses are dense and dilapidated.

Hannibal's office was located on the third floor, so after rumors of an illegitimate daughter spread throughout Johns Hopkins Hospital, it once again swept through the medical school at an extremely fast speed.

In Hannibal's professor's office, his lounge is separated by a door from the office area. When his little girl is sitting on the bed, she is so sleepy that she can fall asleep at any time.

She looked extraordinarily tired today, her little face was even a little pale.

Hannibal squatted in front of her, touched Vespa's forehead with his palm, and found that there was no fever, so he lowered his voice, "Is there any discomfort?"

The little girl shook her head lightly, she looked cute and cute, which made people's hearts soften.

Hannibal helped her take off her shoes and watched Vespa sink softly into the spring bed, her blond hair was sprinkled on the white pillow, and her fair and charming face was like an elf.

He slid his finger over the little girl's face, "Have a good dream, dear."

Vespa buried himself in the quilt, suddenly gently grabbed his palm and put it next to his face, rubbing against his face, "It's agreed to take me to ride a horse today, don't miss the time, sir."

The handsome young professor couldn't help laughing, "My little bastard seems to have become a clingy one today."

Vespa let go of his palm, and waved his hands perfunctorily at him with a puffy face, "Go and do your psychological meeting quickly, and, one last time - don't call me a little bastard!"

Hannibal looked at her stern and cute look, and almost wanted to pull her out of the quilt and hold her in his arms like she was a child, but unfortunately she is now an 11-year-old girl, and I am afraid that she will soon She should grow up to be a girl.

He could only temporarily leave her in the office rest area for a short nap, and he went to the classroom where the psychology team was to hold a meeting.

At this meeting, several top students of Johns Hopkins Medical School found that the professor seemed to be in a bad mood when facing them, but if there were any small loopholes and mistakes in the subject, he would be severely criticized and corrected. That downcast, expressionless handsome face is more frightening than death.

When the meeting finally came to an end, the top medical students were grateful that they had survived Satan.

Hannibal Lecter was tall and handsome, wearing a medical uniform. When he returned to the office, the door of the rest area was still closed, and his little girl was probably still asleep.

He was about to unscrew the door to wake her up and go to the racetrack when there was a hasty knock on the door outside the office.

Hannibal frowned slightly, he didn't want the little girl to be awakened by the knock on the door.

Opening the office door, Hannibal looked displeased at Ms. Brown outside the door, but he hid it well and still looked polite, "Good day, Ms. Brown."

This Ms. Brown is a new teaching assistant at the college. Her parents are both professors at Johns Hopkins University. Her background is good. But what bothers Hannibal is that this lady seems to have a little extra thought for him, and she has warmed up more than once. show of affection.

It's a pity that Hannibal Lecter is not ready to have a so-called love relationship with anyone. He is a devil who has fallen into hell, and his heart and brain have no extra space for love.

The only emotional position that can be vacated has already been squeezed in by a growing little girl.

Ms. Brown, who is about the same age as Hannibal, can be called beautiful. She glanced around the office without showing any signs, and then said, "I heard that you brought a beautiful little girl today. If you have a busy schedule, I will You can take care of it."

Hannibal had a fake and decent smile on his face, "Thank you, but I don't need to trouble you, I'm going to take her away."

Ms. Brown certainly heard the meaning of chasing guests in the young professor's voice, but she was obviously not going to leave just like that. She asked quickly, "Do you want her to attend Philip Astor Middle School?"

Brown seemed to feel that his words were a bit offensive, so he explained, "I happened to see you looking up the information of Philip Astor Secondary School a few days ago. What I want to say is that one of my mother's students works at Philip Astor Secondary School. With some right to speak, I may be able to provide you with a little help."

Philip Astor Middle School is a top college preparatory college in the United States. It has a rigorous school spirit and high teaching quality. It is known as the best boarding school in the United States. Students from all over the world are vying to choose Philip Astor Middle School. It is not easy to enter thing.

The usual polite expression faded from Hannibal's face, revealing a hint of sharpness, "This has nothing to do with you, Ms. Brown."

He didn't answer her question about the boarding school, because Hannibal didn't think the brash lady was relevant enough to warrant his explanation.

In fact, he investigated Philip Astor High School just to learn about an anxiety patient who attended the school.

But he didn't expect that this Ms. Brown's random guess would cause him a big trouble.

——With a "squeak", the door of the lounge was suddenly opened.

The little blond girl stood inside the door with bare feet, her face was pale, and her voice was full of menacing anger, "Are you going to send me to boarding school?"

"Vespa——" Hannibal looked at her angry and sad eyes, shocked, and for a moment didn't know how to explain this inexplicable misunderstanding.

But the little girl mistakenly thought that this was his acquiescence, she seemed to be out of anger, grabbed the soft pillow from the side of the bed, and slammed it at him, "I knew you wanted to abandon me! Go to hell boarding school! I'm going back to France, and I don't want to see you from now on!"

As she spoke, she pushed open the door of the office, lowered her head and ran outside. Hannibal immediately stretched out his arms to catch her into his arms, but the little girl dodged deftly.

In the blink of an eye, she had run to the corridor, and then disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

Hannibal's heart almost stopped beating. He was about to chase out, but then he remembered something, and quickly returned to the lounge. Just as he was about to pick up the shoes she dropped by the bed, he accidentally saw a person on the bed. Small blood spots.

Her abnormality today flashed across Hannibal's mind instantly. She was tired, sleepy, and even a little moody. Finally, there was a reasonable explanation for all of this.

Heck, she even ran out barefoot.

Hannibal quickly grabbed a soft blanket and chased after him. Before leaving, he didn't forget to take a look at the instigator of the misunderstanding—Ms. Brown, the teaching assistant.

Hannibal showed a decent and elegant gentleman's demeanor, and there was no trace of warmth in his voice, "The relationship between colleagues is already the closest possible relationship between me and you."

When Hannibal dealt with the suitors neatly, Vespa accidentally bumped into someone else while running down the corner of the stairs, and the impact caused her to fall to the ground in an instant.

"Sorry—" The slightly ambiguous male voice made her feel a little familiar.

Vespa looked up—it was the boy she accidentally bumped into on the beach many years ago.

And the reason why she was so impressed was because this young man whose handsome appearance was ruined by a cleft lip was so similar to her ex-boyfriend of the Dark Lord.

So what is this inexplicable coincidence, why does she keep bumping into this innocent young gentleman by accident?

It's all Hannibal's fault!

Francis Dollard was about to help the delicate and beautiful little girl in front of him, but was preempted by a pair of arms stretched out from behind Vespa.

Hannibal unfolded the soft blanket, wrapped the little girl up, picked it up and put him in his arms.

Vespa resisted and wanted to push him away, "Let go of me! Don't you want to throw me into a boarding school in New Hampshire?"

Hannibal hugged her tightly without any effort, and sighed slightly, "I even started to believe the words of inexplicable people."

— "Send you to boarding school?"

His voice was deep and provocative, "I even decided to teach at the university you will study in the future, silly girl."