[Comprehensive] After I retired from the pirate world, I went on a blind date

Mr. Beaten's appearance is a bit feminine, but it's a bit too much to say that he looks like a woman, right?How could this tall figure and strong arms look like a woman?Obviously very manly!

But if he grows his hair long, he will probably look pretty... Oh, what am I thinking.

After waking up, I quickly looked up to observe the reaction of Mr. Beaten Enemy.

Mr. Yiermi. Beat the enemy doesn't seem to be angry - at least I didn't see it from his calm face.But considering that his former occupation was a cold-blooded and ruthless killer, even if the Katsuki in front of him is already a hero in his own right, I am worried that he will be killed suddenly.

[Personality] seems powerful, but in fact, when Katsuki decided to become a hero and exposed his [personality] to everyone, he had already fallen into a passive position.

Of course, ordinary people would not be so short-sighted and deliberately provoke a [Blaster] personality, but this Mr. Enemy Beater...

very dangerous.

After all, Katsuki is my cousin who I brought up with, even though he has been disobedient to me since he was four years old, I still can't bear him to get into trouble.

What if the two of us didn't make it in the end, but Katsuki was targeted because of his mouth?That is the world famous killer family.

"Katsuki, you better apologize." I winked at him.

I haven't seen you for a few years, Katsuki still doesn't listen to persuasion, not only doesn't apologize, but also looks at me sarcastically, holding his chin up like I'm the best in the world, and said: "I'm sorry, I look like a sissy , Oh, it hurts—"

Holding his head bulging like a chestnut, Katsuki roared and shouted at Aunt Mitsuki, "What are you doing!"

Aunt Guangji raised her hand and gave him another hammer, "Show me some respect!" She said, smiling at me apologetically, "I'm sorry Yisha, and Mr. Yiermi, my son is too rebellious , In fact, the heart is still very kind.”

I nodded, but I was actually thinking in my heart, kindness comes from the heart, does that ferocious face look kind?

He has been glaring since he was a baby on the first day!

"It's okay, people often say that."

I didn't speak, but Mr. Yiermi, who was acting as the air next to me, spoke. He stroked his short hair and asked doubtfully, "Isn't it okay to cut it short? Mom's genes are really too strong."

So you look like your mother... No, you cut your hair short?Do you really have long hair?

"You just cut your hair short?" I asked.

Aunt Guangji next to her was equally curious.

Mr. Dadike nodded, "Well, I just cut it a while ago." He looked at me with dark eyes, "If the intermediary talks about blind dates, the matching rate of short hair will be higher than that of long hair."

"Oh." I smiled, thinking that it was a matter of course, if the photo sent to me by the intermediary was a fairy with fluttering hair, I would not want to meet him.

"How long are you guys going to chat, I have something else to do, so I'm leaving first." Katsuki didn't care about our affairs at all, as if it didn't matter if we didn't see each other for more than ten years, but it would be troublesome if we saw each other.

I can't wait for him to go.Bringing a super killer and being a pirate himself, it is simply too tormenting to be with the top ten star heroes in broad daylight.

Even if he doesn't know at all that I have gone to the New World to be a pirate in the past ten years.

After Katsuki left with his hands in his trouser pockets, Aunt Guangji hugged me again, told me to go to her house to play when I was free, and then followed suit. When I left, I didn’t forget to take out my mobile phone to take a quick photo of Mr. Dadike, Smiling and sending text messages while walking, I guess she is gossiping about my blind date with her sister, that is, my mother.

In short, being interrupted by the two of them, the atmosphere before Mr. Beating Dike and I was gone, we were silent and didn't speak, and we didn't know whether the blind date was successful or not.

Let's say it's successful, it seems a little bit wrong.Let's say it didn't work, the two got along pretty well.

I can't say I feel it, but it's not that I don't feel it.

I looked at Mr. Dadike, thought for a while, and asked, "Is Mr. Dadike satisfied with me today?"

He put down his phone and nodded in response, "It's good."

After receiving the perfunctory answer, my smile froze a bit, and I asked again unwillingly: "Then what do you like about me?"

I have also asked other blind dates this question before, and the answers I got were all about appearance, personality, figure and so on.

In fact, it doesn't matter what the other person answers.This is just a springboard to bring the relationship closer, and I don't care whether he's looking at my money or my appearance, as long as it's mine.

But he said, "I like your hair very much."

...... what?

Well, it's true that the hair is mine, but after all this day you only notice my hair?

I suddenly remembered that he touched my head with oil in the movie theater. Thinking about it this way, he didn't touch my hair on purpose at the beginning, right?

Considering that he used to have long hair, I trembled, thinking about it with horror.

"Why do you like my...hair?" I swallowed and asked.

Mr. Beat the Enemy answered frankly, "Your hair is beautiful." He added, "The color of your hair is beautiful."

I pulled a strand of hair to my eyes for a closer look, and said, "It's nothing special."

Isn't it just silver hair?Although it is rarer than other hair colors, it is much more normal than Bonnie with pink hair. I also know many other silver hair, and they are all natural.

But Mr. Beat the Enemy unexpectedly insisted, "Anyway, I like it very much."

I blushed a little, "Okay...thank you."

"Where do you live?"

"what?"

"I'm sleepy." He yawned.

I took a step back and looked at him in surprise, "You want to sleep at my house?"

He tilted his head, "Can you?"

sure!sure!

I suppressed the excitement in my heart, hesitated for a while pretending to be innocent, and then nodded slowly, "Okay."

"Great." He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "This will save one night's accommodation fee, haha."

What about tens of billions of deposits?I smiled awkwardly, walked out of the cinema with him and waved for a taxi.Mr. Yiermi. Dadike may be a little tired, so he didn't say anything, just sitting beside me quietly playing mobile games.

I'm not in the mood to talk to him right now, and I'm wondering whether I should be more reserved and arrange him in the guest room, or just invite him to my luxurious private bed?

How can a good blind date turn into a feeling of being on a date...

Half an hour later, the taxi driver safely took us back to my three-story villa outside the city.Mr. Dadike consciously paid the fare first, walked out of the car door first, and stretched out his hand to me who was still sitting in it, "Come here."

I was flattered, pretending to be calm and took his cold hand, "Thank you."

"Your house is beautiful." He praised.

I scratched my face, "Thank you. Actually, I wanted to buy a bigger set, but my mother told me to keep a low profile, and it would be troublesome if I was targeted."

Law and order is not good these days, and there are not a few criminals who kill, set fire, steal and rob.No matter how powerful I am, I am still only a human being. If I am too ostentatious and caught by thieves, it is not impossible to be stolen while I am sleeping.

Besides, I was actually stolen.

"By the way, how did you make so much money beating Mr. Enemy?" Thinking of his savings, I couldn't help but wonder.I seem to be rich, even the bathroom is made of gold, but in fact I don't have much cash.

They were all jewelry of unknown origin, and they couldn't be sold unless they went to an underground auction.What about him?As a killer, wouldn't the government suspect whenever a large sum of money came into the account?

"My family has a good relationship with the tax bureau." Mr. Yiermi stretched out a finger and shook, "It's a mutually beneficial relationship."

I gave a half-comprehension sound, probably the same nature as when I was Qi Wuhai.

"Come in." I turned the key and opened the door.

He politely took off his leather shoes and placed them neatly in the hallway.There were a pair of clean white socks on my feet without the cover of leather shoes. I glanced quickly and then looked away, but kept guessing the shape of his toes under the socks in my mind.

Foot control is really useless.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you staring at my feet?"

My thoughts were interrupted, I was startled and shook my hands in a panic to cover up, "No, you sit down, I'll make you a cup of tea."

Not daring to look directly at him, I slipped to the kitchen after I finished speaking, and made tea in a serious manner.Put the best tea leaves into the teapot made of purple sand, lift the boiled kettle and pour water into the teapot.After brewing, I poured the fragrant tea in the teapot into a small and delicate cup, put it on a tray and took it back to the living room.

"Give."

"Thank you." Mr. Yiermi Dadike picked up the teacup and drank it down, smacked his lips and tasted it, then handed the teacup back to me, "One more cup."

I quickly gave him another glass.

After drinking it, he showed a satisfied expression, put down the cup and praised: "It's delicious, who did you learn how to make tea from?"

"Where does the technology come from? Just take the boiled water and soak it. It's good tea. It's brought back from a place called Camellia Island in the Great Channel."

"Really, no wonder." He looked at the empty teacup thoughtfully, I understood, got up and ran back to the kitchen to bring over the teapot with a lot of tea left, and fill it up for him.

Only then did he smile again, "Let your mother teach you another day, she is very knowledgeable about making tea."

I paused while pouring the tea, "Don't bother me?" Seeing the parents so soon, okay?This is the first day!

"It's okay. She's free now. She will be very happy if you go with her."

"...I'm not very good at dealing with elders."

"It's okay, I'll stay with you." Just as Mr. Dadike finished speaking, he was interrupted by a vibration. He picked up the mobile phone in his pocket and looked at it, frowning slightly.

"What's up?"

He lowered his head and pressed his slender fingers on the keyboard of the phone a few times before looking at me and saying, "I guess I won't be able to stay here today. I have something to do at home. I'm going back to Kukulu Mountain."

I feel a little regretful, and it's good to think about it again, otherwise it's not a good thing for the two of them to progress too fast.

"Is it convenient to ask why?" Doesn't it mean that the family has already separated?

There was a helpless and pampering light in Mr. Dadike's eyes, which was always dull. For some reason, he reached out and stroked my hair. He looked at me intently, as if he was looking at another person through me.

"My younger brother didn't want to be the head of the house, so he ran away from home again."

That's it?

His odd look made me uncomfortable.I originally liked physical contact, and I suddenly felt disgusted with him. I suppressed the discomfort of being touched on the top of my head and said: "You have so many brothers, if he doesn't want to do it, let others do it? Anyway, they were all born by the same mother." .”

Mr. Beating Enemy Ke was categorical, "No. Only Qi Ya can be the head of the house, he is special."

Seeing that he firmly believes that only Qi Ya is qualified for the position of head of the family, I can't help but wonder what kind of character Qi Ya is in his mouth, and then ask: "...What about you? I think you are quite satisfied with your previous job, It's the eldest son again, wouldn't it be good for you to be the head of the house? You can also take care of the younger brothers."

He still didn't agree, he glanced at me with big dark eyes, pulled up a strand of my silver hair with his right hand, and said softly, "Yisha, you don't understand."

Here it is again, this kind of eyes that are clearly looking at me, but seem to be looking at someone else!

I looked at his hands that kept rubbing my hair like I was watching a pervert, and I couldn't suppress the violent temper I developed at sea anymore. I couldn't bear it anymore and raised my hand and slapped him in the face, "Can't you just talk? Why? You must touch my hair!!!”

Could it be that the ex-girlfriend is silver-haired, so just treat me as a substitute! ! !

The author has something to say: Il fan: no ex-girlfriend

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But there is a very cute brother.

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The manuscript box is a little bit overwhelmed, and I am considering whether to take a break for a while and change it to a two-day update...【Escape