Special gene development monitoring

Suddenly we left early. Whip's parents sued India to court, but India was justified in defending Whip's intent to force her to be killed by India. The accusation of manslaughter and dismemberment was due to the fact that India suffered from a genetic mental illness and was not fully capable of acting. It fell through, and if Whip is alive, he will even be charged with a bigger crime, because having sex with a mentally ill person is also a crime of rape, even though I know that India quoted him first.That's what the original drama is.

Richard and Evelyn didn't want India to be admitted to a mental hospital, so they bought a manor in the west for closed psychotherapy.

Everything seems to be back to the original point.But I'm less curious to check if that manor is the one Charlie lives in in the movie.

I sent a letter to India.The general content is that desire can be adjusted, it depends on how she chooses.

With her IQ, it shouldn't be difficult. At worst, isn't there a job called a scavenger?

I leaned against the bedroom door frame and watched Charlie.Charlie's bedroom hasn't been used at all since we moved in, it's even been used as our study.He has been sleeping in my bed.

Um... our bed?

He was reading a book under the dim yellow light at the head of the bed, the cuffs of his white shirt were neatly rolled up on his forearms, and his slender legs wrapped in suit pants were stretched out and overlapped.This guy seems to be either sleeping naked or looking ready to go, there is no such thing as pajamas, is it?

He looked up and saw me, slowly closed the book and placed it neatly on the bedside table, folded his hands on his stomach and looked straight at me, the ring finger of his left hand reflected the faint light.

My scalp is numb.

What do I say?Your world is just a movie, you were originally a perverted murderer, and I came here through time?

What, am I a mutated version of Armstrong?Did you come directly from the wormhole without wearing a space suit or flying to the moon?Or a fictional world from a screenplay?

I moved over in small steps, quietly sat on the corner of the bed, forming the diagonal line with the largest distance in the rectangle with Charlie, and swallowed, "Charlie, I..."

He beckoned to me, and I crawled over slowly, lying gently on his lap, his fingers habitually running along my hair.

"I don't belong to this world." I whispered and glanced at his face. He was just doing what he was doing seriously and didn't seem to hear what I said.

Forget it, just die!

"I wake up and I'm a 4-year-old girl. This world is a movie I loved before."

I briefly told him about my life in the previous life, and described to him all my emotions when I watched the movie. "At that time, I was thinking, how good it would be if such a beautiful person was mine..."

I smiled and turned to look at him, my eyes must be shining, and I grabbed his left hand and stroked the ring. Such a beautiful hand made the ring 100 times more beautiful.Why don't I look so good in it?My hands aren't that pretty either, it's not fair!I also play the piano... Is it played with sandbags?

He clasped the ten fingers of my right hand with his left hand, and slowly lifted my neck with his right hand and kissed the tip of my nose delicately.I was tickled and giggling.

We have no secrets at all now.

The private world of two people is like two huge bubbles coming together to become one.

When I woke up the next morning, I covered my face and sighed guiltily. I passed out after I finished my unpromising high/C. Fortunately, I was with Charlie, otherwise how lonely would he be?It's like women always complain that men fall asleep after finishing ai.It's true that the body is very refreshing, Charlie always cleans up the mess carefully, but it's uncomfortable, it seems that something is stuffed...

What is this guy doing?Do you plug it back in after you shower?Is it just stuffed all night?

I moved forward slightly and tried to leave his embrace, but he grabbed my waist forcefully and pulled me back, with a sticky "snap".

He wouldn't have done it again last night after taking a bath for me and hugging me who died of sleep, and kept his thousands of sons and grandchildren in it...

What?You ask me how do I know?

Please, can I not feel something that is not mine?The consistency is not the same at all.His is simply several times stickier than mine!

We haven't run away since the ye fight at Richard's house.In other words, he didn't wear tt, didn't excrete, and even flushed all the small white pills in the small cosmetic box my mother gave me into the toilet.

In my face.

Is this a plan to declare "I want to have a baby with you"?

But what about being so sweet?It's like being in a honey jar and not wanting to come out!

"We're going somewhere today." He kissed the top of my hair and rubbed his chin against it.

I am afraid of pain, even if my aunt is in pain, and I am also afraid of being cut by a knife, especially blood.Muscle strains from sports are fine, but I was forced (are you sure?) to get Charlie Stoker tattooed on my left ring finger the entire time.He also has my name tattooed on it.

This is really a seal...

Still immortal, as long as my body doesn't rot...

Fortunately, I was also named Jane Young in my previous life, otherwise he would have my Chinese name tattooed on me.We just wrapped our ring finger with something given by the tattoo artist assistant for three or four hours, during which time we went to the cinema to watch a movie.

Charlie doesn't like public places, he hates being touched, but crowded places are inevitable.But if I knew that he came to a public place to play tricks, I would never go to the cinema.

Well, I can't use my left hand for the time being and I have my right hand, and I "happened" to sit on his right hand side. The movie lasted two and a half hours. Should I be glad that I can wear a long windbreaker to block the soaked skirt?

Charlie's tantrums are a little serious.

No, he has always been in a tepid state of constant tantrums, but you can't see it.I can identify any mood swings in him, except for tantrums.On average, once a day is already very little. I'm really afraid that his old age will not affect my quality of life.No, Charlie, you are the hero!It must never happen!

How many times do I?

Uh... let's change the subject.

For Christmas we returned to the small town where we grew up. Mr. Young and Mrs. Young enjoyed it so much. They even converted a room into a small movie hall and game hall, with nearly 50 inches of built-in monitors...

Then I used this extremely high-quality resource to clear Tomb Raider 9.Yes, this is the only game that can be played to the end without cheating.If Charlie hadn't forced me to the bed at night, I would have passed through the whole night!

This time it's our turn to have dinner at Charlie's house. Basically, a few years ago, the adults made a tacit agreement to take turns to spend the holidays at each other's house. ...).

Before dinner, I was still standing next to the Christmas tree in the middle of the living room, wondering if I should hang a sock on it like a child, and the familiar smell surrounded me from behind.I turned my head and smelled the cold fragrance on his body, did I just come back from outside?

He slightly lowered his cheek against the side of my face, grabbed my left hand and stroked the place where his name was tattooed over and over again, and I noticed that he had put back the ring I gave him.

Just as I was lamenting the never-fading freshness that came from when I was a child, I didn’t fear Charlie’s indifferent attitude, and followed behind him wholeheartedly, always keeping my eyes open to dig out some of his secrets, and being happy because of this shit A few days later, the ring finger of my left hand felt cold, and the place where his name was tattooed was covered with a ring that was exactly the same as the one I gave him.

Of course I knew it was the same!I have worn it for over ten years!He actually bought the exact same one again?

I suddenly turned my head to look at him, he was still stroking my ring finger with the ring over and over again, and slowly put it on his lips to imprint a kiss.

I finally know why those women who were proposed to marry me cried with joy. Fortunately, the Stokers and the Youngs showed up in time and I didn't do anything radical.But god, I really want to bite his lip hard, tear off all his clothes, and then stay in the bedroom and never come out, or the two of us will fuse together, and then two people will be born again, one It's me, one is him, he has me, I have him, or turn him into a star and put it on the top of the Christmas tree!

It's getting farther and farther...

At the dining table, the parents of the two families enthusiastically discussed where and how to do the wedding, how many people to invite, as if they were the ones getting married, and the two wives even started discussing the patterns on the invitations...

Parents...

Let them mess around.

Raising his head, Charlie, who was sitting opposite me, looked at me with a smile, with satisfaction and endless hope in his eyes.His eyes followed his hands smoothly across the one-inch-thick medium-rare steak, pressing out red beef juice with each cut, and then turned to cut into small pieces and chewed them carefully in his mouth.I know he won't give up any chance to seduce me.He also knows that anything he does is a gouge to me.

How can He De meet such a beautiful person, and he happens to belong to me?

I am really the lucky one who is favored by God!

The author has something to say:

It must be 360 ​​degrees without dead angles, and revise this article with the purpose of "looking at the beauty from a distance and seeing the beauty without pores"~~~~~ If you are lucky enough to encounter a reader who likes this article, you must let it go again She doesn't regret wasting time again! !

I just want to write as good a work as possible...

To be honest, writing a novel is really difficult, much more difficult than writing an article or press release. At least that thing only needs to discuss the facts. To write a novel, at least the sentences must be fluent, the plot must be closely connected, and the character of the characters must be full. , but also vividly express their psychological activities, and even put yourself into the role and stand in their position all the time and use their way of thinking to think about what they will do next... Authors, you are great people...

Except me, I'm dawdling, hehehe

However, the protagonists of the recent dreams are all Charlie Stoker, and the daily thoughts are too serious...

Well, the author has a lot of nonsense