[MJ+HP Doujin] Wang Jianwang

, all kinds of compliments.

Michael folded his chest and looked at the... lady.Blonde, extremely thin, but very powerful, with muscles, tattoos and scars visible on the exposed arms.Wearing a black T-shirt, ripped jeans, and a pair of running shoes.There are not only tattoos on the arms, but also on the neck. It looks like a very vicious underworld.He silently thought: I don't dislike women anymore, I like to make up and scream like a nympho, that's pretty good, really.

Heinrich looked at the three people who came in through the crack of the door, then turned his head and looked at Michael.

Looking at the vigilance and suspicion on his face, his eyes were as subtle as possible in his disapproval, his defensive posture with his arms folded.

She was holding the gun in her left hand, but with her right hand she reached out and pulled away his hand holding his chest, and thrust herself into his arms forcefully and stiffly.

Michael is really confused this time, what does it mean?You sneaked into the private recording studio with a gun and hid in the men's bathroom just to get a hug?You will have it when you rush over screaming on the street!

It must not be that simple, there must be some conspiracy.

Is it from the paparazzi?In order to capture 'MJ's cheating photos with a mysterious woman' to gain attention, they are breaking the law!Or Sony?

Heinrich's voice was as soft as a whisper, and she did indeed press her lips against his temples, the black fluffy and playful little curly hair tickled her lips: "Mr. Jackson, I hope you can always keep Be silent, don't make a sound. Otherwise, I will kill someone."

Michael stared at her angrily and in disbelief, his big eyes that were always gentle, clear and bright were full of disapproval.

But he remained silent in an extremely obedient manner, only turning his head away from her.

Heinrich's cold and rough hands touched his handsome dark cheeks, she stood on tiptoe, tilted her head to grab his lips, and kissed him cautiously.

Fragrant, silky and sweet.

Thick and soft, with a minty aroma.

She almost trembled and cried.

Michael stared at her with his eyes wide open, annoyed, and suddenly raised his hand to grab her shoulder and tried to push her away.

The cold muzzle of the gun immediately pressed against his stomach, making him stop.

He gritted his teeth tightly, stared at her fiercely, still squeezed her shoulder tightly, but didn't move any more.

The people outside the door chatted about women, and by the way, who did a better job last night.

"Mr. Jackson." Heinrich's eyes were unusually hot and crazy: "For the lives of those people outside the door, keep silent."

Michael's voice was also very soft: "I won't yell, but your behavior is disgusting."

Tongue kissing is nice, but you're disgusting.You're just as unreasonable, psychotic, and disgusting as those women who walk around my door naked trying to get my attention.

He never said hurtful words, always thought twice about his words, and cared too much about other people's feelings.But today I was really angry. I didn't swear because I didn't say it, but because...she had a gun in her hand.Seriously, I'm fine with being kissed, but not here!Men's room!There are people outside the door!This is... so embarrassing.

Heinrich froze for a moment, then laughed: "Many people think so, but you are the only one who dares to say it in front of me." She reached out and touched his face, which was very thin, which made people feel distressed : "I hope you can still be so strong after you know who I am."

Heinrich kissed the corner of his lips again: "I installed a lot of explosives in this building, remotely controlled. I'll give you 10 minutes, go out and call the police, don't tell too many people so as not to cause panic, and then wait at the door Me. If you haven't arrived in 10 minutes, I'll detonate the explosives." She picked up the bag hanging on the hook: "This is a camouflage item for you, wear him well."

Michael's face was blue with anger, and he grabbed her: "Are you a terrorist? Why did you ask me to call the police?" He was so angry. Although his voice was very small, it was a pity that his breath sprayed on her face—— vicious.

Heinrich kissed him again abruptly, but unfortunately, Michael still had time to clenched his teeth, preventing her tongue from successfully breaking through the line of defense.He looked disgusted, as if he was disgusted, he raised his sleeve as if he wanted to wipe his mouth, but held back.

Heinrich said softly, "I don't need to ruin you. It would be very difficult to explain if I disappeared for a while inexplicably?"

"What do you want from me! Want money?"

"You are not qualified to ask those questions. I know you don't like dead people, and you don't want anyone to die because of you. So, be obedient."

Michael squeezed out between his teeth: "FUCK!" I knew all the female fans were unscrupulous perverts, but I didn't expect... Isn't this fucking QIANGJIAN?No, maybe it's BIJIAN fucking me a man!Why did this happen to me!

I know that I am very charming, but you just need to keep yourselves and enjoy singing and dancing in the audience. I just try my best to sing my songs well and choose my dances well. Why do you always want something other than singing and dancing!

Heinrich blushed strangely: "That's exactly what I hoped for." Then she left.

She didn't know that this was Michael's first time... the first time he cursed!

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☆、Special episode for kilo 【[-]】

As Michael ran to the office, he barraged in his heart: [FUCK! FUCK YOU! 】

[Why do I always run into perverts! 】

[The abnormality index has been upgraded again! 】

[I have a bad feeling! 】

【Whether she wants to kill me or what else... I can't choose between being QJ or being killed...】

[God bless me! 】

[If I really didn't go to the door after 10 minutes, would she really detonate the bomb! 】

[The police are fucking useless, they know nothing but oppressing black people! 】

【What to do? What to do? What to do……】

[God, please give me advice! 】

[If she lied to me, if I call the police, I will be laughed at for a long time!If it is true!If she really detonated the bomb, all the dead will be because of me! 】

[FUCK!It's better to be ridiculed... This is optional. 】

Rumble!

Suddenly there was a loud noise!The considerate Miss Heinrich planted a bomb in the renovated unmanned recording studio on the top floor, and it detonated in time, which was counted as a deposit for MJ.

Michael paused and ran even faster.

His striding posture is as beautiful as a painting, healthy and graceful, his beauty is indescribable, and all he can see is his long legs.

Seeing that everyone was running out, he was relieved, someone must have called the police!After hesitating for a moment, he opened the bag in his hand and changed into the clothes inside—a motorcycle jacket, ripped jeans, a suspicious-looking beard, sunglasses, and a cowboy hat.

"If the police arrived first, I would definitely be pushed to the ground and beat up by the police!" Michael was furious, but there was nothing he could do. There were too many precious music materials stored in this building, some of which were out of print!He quickly ran along the small door to the road behind, when a truck suddenly stopped beside him, pushed open the door: "Come up."

Gritting his teeth, Michael strode into the car, shut the door angrily, and stared sideways at the woman wearing sunglasses: "Now you won't detonate the bomb, will you?"

The woman raised her lips slightly: "Call me Heinrich."

"Miss Heinrich!" Michael felt that he had never wanted to hit someone so much in his life, he gritted his teeth, and forced out a very polite sentence from between his teeth: "Excuse me, you won't detonate the bomb now, right? "

Heinrich took out a brown paper bag from his side and shook it as he drove forward: "Mr. Jackson, please rest assured that this is the location and method of dismantling the eleven explosives I installed, for the police, In case those idiots accidentally exploded, you have to blame me."

Michael felt a little relieved and reached out to get it.

Heinrich stopped abruptly, glared at him, and said in a tone that sounded cold and rough to Michael, but was actually very gentle and formal to her, "What are you doing! This is not something you should touch. stuff. You leave your fingerprints, and the police will treat you as an accomplice.”

She stepped on the brakes, rolled down the car window to throw it away, but suddenly stopped, remembering that those idiots would not believe her drawings, they must have thought it was a trap.

So I took out my lipstick and wrote: I took MJ away, the bomb threat has succeeded.Don't plan to blow up others, don't worry.Heinrich.

Michael looked down at her scrawled, crooked words: "Are you writing to the police?"

"Hmm." Heinrich continued to drive, looked ahead blankly, and said slowly, "You don't understand, they are stupid and suspicious."

Michael watched her throw the brown paper bag in front of the producer Quincy Jones when she turned the main door, which made Quincy jump a big step away screaming.If it wasn't for the anger in his heart, he would have laughed.

Staring at this woman for a long time, I wrote down the route I passed... Uh, I haven't walked this route, so I don't know where I'm going.

Within five minutes of driving, Heinrich drove into the underground parking lot of a roadside mall, pointed him at gunpoint, and forced him into a sports car.Convertible, black, old sports car.

The radio reported: [A man-made explosion occurred in a certain music production company. 】

[A large number of bombs were installed inside and outside the company, and the police have rushed to dismantle the bombs. It is said that MJ was involved. 】

[MJ has disappeared and he was working in the recording studio at the time. 】

[The suspected robber drove a truck and dropped unknown documents, which the police are analyzing. 】

Michael couldn't bear the silent and dignified atmosphere in the sports car, so he said softly, "They just started to analyze?"

"Hmm." Heinrich responded in a low voice. Years of professional habits have stirred her heart, but she is a little clumsy when it comes to things outside of her job.There was a moment of silence: "Are you hungry?"

Michael's eyes lit up: "Very hungry! Can we stop and eat?"

Heinrich licked his lips, grabbed the steering wheel nervously, and whispered, "I can eat in 5 minutes, sorry." She grabbed the steering wheel with one hand, and took out a few chocolates from her pocket with the other hand to him.

"Thank you." Michael felt that lying and pranks were very interesting, but it was up to whoever it was. Obviously it was wrong to lie to a fierce woman.I had no choice but to pretend that I was very hungry and ate all the chocolate. He was no longer particularly nervous and scared. Although his hands were shaking a little, he could still taste the rich and sweet taste of chocolate candy, which was better than the usual chocolate. Woolen cloth.

The second time I had nothing to say: "What brand of chocolate is this? It's delicious."

"I did it myself." Heinrich's face was hot, and he looked straight ahead, not daring to sneak a glance at him again.

Just as Michael was about to say something, he saw a block of buildings, and a port and a small cruise ship appeared in front of him.

A barrage continued to float through his mind. 【Dangerous! 】

[Is this going to take me to the high seas to kill me! 】

[I smiled at her so gently and charmingly, but she didn't show any liking or infatuation, so she's definitely not my fan. 】

[White people + holding guns + bombs + don’t like me = definitely related to racial discrimination. 】

[Although this album is finished and done very well, I don't want to die yet!I still want to make a movie! 】

"It's here." Heinrich stretched out his hand and gently trimmed his sideburns, put on his hat, and gently pressed his beard again with his fingertips.Pulling him out of the car, I felt that the hand holding him suddenly became warm, and the heat spread all the way to my heart.

It's a long bridge to cross.

Michael looked left and right, hoping someone would recognize him and call the police.

Heinrich suddenly stretched out his hand, hugged his waist forcefully and roughly, and said in a low and stiff voice, "Don't move around."

Everything is safe and normal, walk over the steps and stand on the deck.

There was a crashing sound, and the anchor was lowered.

Michael watched the boat sail away from the sea a little bit, and his heart sank a little bit. 【Ruined! 】

【Dead! 】

【Robinson Crusoe! 】

【What will happen to me! 】

[God, help me! 】

Then suddenly there was a hot woman in his arms.

Heinrich has never had such a strong love and desire for any living creature. She only likes to collect all kinds of firearms and stay with her babies.Lonely and lonely, but safe.

She didn't have skin hunger, but now she was panting comfortably while rubbing her face on his shoulder.

Michael subconsciously reached out and touched her hair, just like he usually touches the hair and shoulders of a fanatical female fan. He was gentle and loving. His big hand opened, almost covering the back of Heinrich's head. 【Why? 】【what's the situation? 】【This... Ga? 】

Heinrich trembled like an electric shock, and stepped back from his arms. She leaned against the railing, her face was ashamed and happy, and she was about to burn.Fortunately, he was still wearing sunglasses, and whispered, "Mr. Jackson, what would you like to eat?"

There are only these two people on the big deck. Although it is not very new, it is well maintained. The cruise ship is white and clean, and the sea breeze is very charming.

"Whatever, I guess everything you make is delicious." Michael was excited and relaxed when he saw her shy, he was good at and used to dealing with confused fans who blushed.Picking up girls is one of his innate skills. He is usually too shy to take the initiative to date, but it's not that he can't.Look at the lyrics of those affectionate styles, and look at the hot and charming dance that is completely dressed.

He is extremely good at grasping the psychology of fans.He took two steps forward, gently hugged her shoulders, and showed a charming sweet smile: "Call me Michael. Is this a date? You are really a strong and active girl~" Squeeze her red cheeks Small ears.

Heinrich felt that his thoughts were still very clear, but he stuttered when he spoke: "Uh, well, I, I, I will cook. Can I eat spaghetti..."

Michael almost laughed out loud as he watched her run away. [I thought it was the kind of white person who was indifferent to me or hated black people.It turned out that I pretended to be all the way! 】

[Let you scare me!Ha, teasing you~]

[No, it can't be like that.In case there's a camera on the boat, just, oh I forgot I'm wearing a camouflage. 】

He touched his face [I can't see her face, she is still so excited? 】

[I feel that I will not be killed, but my chastity may be lost!Tsk... what if I insist on refusing premarital sex? 】

【Who will she plant a bomb on and force me to get married... right? 】

[Did she pretend to be like this on purpose to make me let down my guard and think that she is not heinous? 】

[Women are always difficult to read! 】

He thought for a while, and was unhappy again.When I got off the deck, I was looking for where the kitchen was, and was directed by the crew.Watching her cook, she is half bent, working by the sink. "Heinrich~" He stretched out his hand and pinched her buttocks fiercely.

As soon as he struck, he felt that he was too ruthless. Anyway, this is still a young girl. With the strength of his strike, she must have pinched her green.This is the strength to squeeze a walnut with bare hands.

Heinrich just snorted low and ambiguously, and continued to peel the shrimp: "Go and change your pants. It will be uncomfortable to wear ripped jeans in the wind on the deck. There are clothes suitable for you in the master bedroom."

Michael felt that he had done something wrong and ran away in despair.

In the closet of the master bedroom, there are all kinds of men's clothes suitable for him, such as three-piece formal suits, ordinary white shirts, loose cotton shirts of various colors, a large pile of vests, black trousers of various textures, Several sets of silk pajamas.There are also a lot of sexy evening dresses and a lot of sexy pajamas.When I had nothing to do, I looked through it casually, and saw ten boxes of condoms of different sizes in the bedside table.

[FUCK! 】

How can you not eat seafood at sea, a large plate of seafood pasta, half a plate of seafood and half a plate of noodles.All the seafood is fresh, the noodles are great, and the sauce is smooth and rich.

Dine on the white deck, watching the seagulls fly by, the waves are endless, and the sea breeze is blowing.

Michael angrily abandoned his commandment not to eat meat, ate all the food, and angrily forked a few shrimps off Heinrich's plate.After eating, he pushed the plate: "Where are you taking me?"

Heinrich drank champagne in a somewhat awkward manner, and glanced at him with blurred eyes: "Don't ask. Michael, don't worry, I (although I am very obsessed with you, but) will not detain you forever. In two weeks I will Take you back to this pier, give you a car, and drive back by yourself."

Michael's face softened slightly.

After eating, I watched the sunset for a while, the sunset was beautiful.

Heinrich quietly put his hand into his, then leaned on his shoulder and closed his eyes.

Michael stared at the sunset in a daze. The beauty of the sunset on the sea was trembling. The brilliance and transparency were beyond comprehension for people on land.He likes the scenery, the food he ate just now, and the silence now, and he even feels good about a girl sitting next to him quietly leaning on his shoulder.But just not happy.

where are you now?Where are you going?How will you spend these two weeks?Is she trying to use up all ten boxes of condoms that fit my size?Then I won't be able to dance anymore!

Thinking of this, Michael's face darkened, and he gave her a brave look through his sunglasses.But seeing her eyes closed, with the setting sun shining on her thin cheeks, she looked peaceful and happy, as if she was asleep, and a little cute. [Damn cute! 】

Michael looked at the clouds absent-mindedly, and in his wild thoughts, a terrible guess suddenly came to his mind. He stretched out his hand and gently opened her collar to look in, and saw the breasts with a B cup.

Pink bra, I love the color.

Heinrich blushed and pretended not to know. It took a long time before he opened his eyes and whispered, "It's getting cold, let's go to sleep."

Michael had just summoned up the courage to bravely reject and reprimand her behavior, but he really couldn't say it.The optimist thought about it: maybe she just wanted to hug and sleep together!There is nothing practical about it, maybe the pair of TTs were just randomly put in by the staff!

Uh-huh.come on!Don't be cowardly!

The author has something to say: It's too late, sorry.During dinner, I talked and drank with my dad, and then I drank too much...

I wrote more than 1000 words.

Then I watched the live broadcast of the finals of the happy comedian.I like Xiao Yueyue hahaha~

Then I wrote more than 1000 words.

Then I went to bake chiffon cakes. Today I was stupid. I wiped the bowl clean and poured white vinegar to beat the eggs. But I forgot that there was white vinegar in the bowl. I was still depressed because I just wiped the bowl and there was so much water. , raised his hand and fell down, and then became depressed.

After that, Jinjiang couldn't go backstage, so he wrote another thousand words.

…………

Many thanks: LucifelCassel's landmine~memeda~

I also want to rub my face on Mai Mai's shoulder, but my height only reaches his chest.

There is no OCC in Maimai, right?I'm a little unsure.

☆、Special episode for kilo [[-]]

Back in the cabin, not immediately go to sleep.

Heinrich took Michael's hand, his movements were strong and a little rough, but he was really uneasy.The voice was low and dry: "We are also on the boat tomorrow, I will show you around."

Michael is like this, willing to obey: "Okay ~" with a smile.

He just thought about it for a while, and decided to take the lead and control the situation. 【Humph, I can handle a chick who likes me】

[Although she has surpassed the boundaries of a bad girl, she is very, very bad, but she still blush~]

[Follow her a little bit, pretend to be in love, it's all OK~ I don't want to provoke a pervert so that I can't go back]

[To be honest, this incident inspired me. 】

This is a medium-sized yacht with a length of 110 feet. In addition to the crew's cabin and the captain's cabin, there are more than a dozen rooms available to the owner.Several of them were guest rooms, and the rest were remodeled by Heinrich.She rented the boat for a whole year, and naturally moved a lot of things aboard.

The house on the farthest edge. "These rooms are full of rubbish. I moved the bed from the guest room here."

Michael really hoped to communicate with her more, talk to her more, and get to know her more. He was still a little uneasy, but he smiled as if nothing had happened, and was as gentle, clear and dazzling as ever: "Why?"

Heinrich didn't answer, she opened the doors one by one: "This is the toy room, I bought some toys from all over the world."

Michael went into the room with great interest and looked through it. He saw some things he hadn’t played with, mainly Japanese ones. He couldn’t put them down while holding a few packaging boxes of new water guns. He looked at the silent woman standing at the door: “You Do you also like playing with toys?"

Heinrich was silent for a while, then slowly said in a low voice: "No, I just found out that you like small trains and water guns, here you are."

Michael laughed: "Don't laugh at me, this hobby is quite naive... isn't it?"

"NO." Heinrich looked down at his trousers with expressionless eyes. She tried hard to say something, and whispered with some difficulty: "I like backgammon and...playing house."

Michael didn't laugh, but asked very seriously: "Who do you like to play?"

Heinrich pursed his lips and did not speak, and remained silent for a while. When he raised his head, Michael was still looking at him with those big gentle and passionate eyes, which seemed to contain honey.She suddenly felt a strong desire, accompanied by shame, this feeling was hot and cold, almost tore her body and mind in two, and her left hand was a little convulsive.Turn around and walk out: "Look at the next room."

"Okay~"

"Chess and card room. Chess, Chinese chess, go, mahjong, poker, bridge, everything. If you want to play, I can play with you." Heinrich said lightly: "You can gamble, no matter how much you lose, I'll pay you all."

Michael was noncommittal about it—he wanted to say no, but he was afraid that she would be upset and draw a gun or something.

"This is the clothing room. All the clothes that can't fit in the bedroom are here."

Michael looked at the rows of clothes hangers that were so full that there was almost nowhere to put his feet, and asked, "Did you move your house up?"

Heinrich didn't say much, turned around and led him to the next door, next to the master bedroom, opened the door and whispered. "This is the baby's room."

The floor is covered with thick and soft cartoon carpets. The carpets are layered on top of each other. When you step on it, it is as soft as falling into a cloud.Stuffed toys and little trucks and trains and plastic guns and planes and tanks and everything boys like to play with are piled all over the floor.The bed was a standard princess bed, with light blue cotton sheets, fluffy pillows, and sky blue bed curtains with stars and moons.

There are several hand-painted photos of boys on the desk. The boys in the photos are making faces and smiling innocently and brightly.In another hand-painted painting, he is the little red-clothed zombie king in the thriller MV.There are also piles of messy books, books spread out, pens thrown around, and notebooks with a few lines written.

When Michael saw the house, he knew the kid was loved.

He became very excited, and even really happy. It would be great if he could see a cute child in this terrible place. He said overjoyed, "Do you have a baby?"

Heinrich was silent again.After a while, she said slowly: "I don't know how to tell you, he is a ghost, but he is indeed my son. Although he is not biological, he is related to me by blood...he is my eldest brother My posthumous son died before he was born. I went to Thailand to find an eminent monk and enshrined him... He has been calling me Mommy for ten years. If one day I give birth to a child, he will always be the eldest brother. If I die, I'll be with him."

Michael patiently listened to her finish speaking slowly. Although he wasn't very scared in his heart, he shuddered: "Can you communicate?"

【Yeah, even if the child dies, it won't be so bad】

[But maybe she will teach him badly. 】

There was no wind in the house, but the book was flipped suddenly, and then a piece of paper was torn off by the invisible man, and then folded into a paper airplane by the invisible man. It seemed to be held by someone and blown by the wind, and circled around Michael for a while. lock up.

He could almost imagine that elf-like dexterous and cute little boy holding a paper airplane and running around him, and there were indeed footprints trampled on the thick floor.

Michael stared at the paper airplane with wide eyes, trembling with fear and crying at the same time.He quickly imagined a poor little person who was lonely, unable to communicate with others, unable to have a good time, and could only live in silence, and then almost cried because of his empathy.

The paper airplane stopped in front of him and shook at him.

Michael only acted as if he was facing a mute child, calmed down, he knew that if he screamed and frightened, the child would feel very hurt, so he spread his hands: "Is it for me?"

【Uh, are you floating? 】

The paper airplane drew an arc smoothly and lightly, and landed in his palm, making a gesture of landing safely.

Michael glanced at the hand-painted on the table, then at the footprints pressed on the carpet, and turned his gaze to Heinrich who was standing beside him smiling softly and cheerfully: "Miss Heinrich, can I hug the baby? ? He's so cute~"

Heinrich put on a proud stupid face: "You can't touch him. Hey, I'm also because I'm the only one in the world who can find him cute."

Michael touched his body, but found nothing, and said regretfully, "Baby, I want to give you a small gift, but I didn't bring anything. Can you play with water guns? Let's have a water gun fight on the deck tomorrow, shall we?" He looked at Heinrich again: "As long as the crew don't come up, they won't be found. You are ready to cover him at any time, okay?"

Heinrich smiled and said, "Okay."

Michael was very happy: "You look so pretty when you smile."

Heinrich blushed silently, and ran away silently. Ten minutes later, after licking the ice cream, he slipped back and saw Michael sitting on the ground with a notebook in his hands, with a pen floating beside him. The two communicated smoothly.

Heinrich silently admired, this affinity, this contagion, this ability to make children let go of their guards... You are awesome!

Walking over to take a look, the two actually presented self-portraits to each other.

The floating pen wrote: "Good night, Mommy (ε｀) The baby is going to bed~. But, Mom, I'm hungry."

Michael was about to ask: Did you forget to give him something to eat?What can ghosts eat?

Heinrich took out a small knife, which made him tremble in fright, and moved back half a meter silently. She stretched out the tip of her tongue and cut a little bit.

The blood stopped in the air, and a little boy exactly like the self-portrait suddenly appeared in the air, his body was translucent, floating in the air and raised his head, the blood was absorbed and fused into his body, he became foggy, a little sorry He was even higher, and stretched out his arms to hug Heinrich who was standing there expressionlessly: "Mommy, I love you."

Heinrich whispered, "Mommy loves you too."

Michael's tongue hurts... It's an indescribable expression, it's because of her pain... Just now I thought, um, I don't know what I thought, anyway, it just scared me.

Heinrich hugged the baby, then let him go, and said softly and slowly: "Go and practice hard. When you can condense into a solid body, Mommy will take you to Disney."

With a cheerful expression on his face, the baby turned somersault and left through the roof.

Heinrich reached out to Michael: "Get up, go back."

Michael stood up by himself, stared at her and asked, “Does your tongue hurt?”

Heinrich smiled, and suddenly leaned over again, held his face and kissed him firmly on the lips.

Continuing to stick out his tongue to lick his lips, Michael continued to grit his teeth.

[Go away, you annoying woman, I know your tongue doesn't hurt anymore! 】

【I want a baby too, even a ghost baby... It would be great if I could raise him in other ways, can I feed him turkey?You can take as much blood as you want from poultry and livestock.I can't hurt my tongue or my body, it would delay the performance. 】

In the next room, across from the baby room next to the master bedroom, Heinrich didn't open the door. She just said, "I hope you don't come into this room."

Michael suddenly felt itchy, and his curiosity soared: "What is here?"

"can not tell you."

"Is the door locked?"

"No."

Michael was speechless, and sighed: "Miss Heinrich, it's boring for you to play this trick with me. I've seen Bluebeard, and I'll hold back no matter what."

Heinrich froze for a moment: "What blue beard?"

"Grimm's Fairy Tales, don't you know?"

Heinrich shook his head: "I don't know. I don't read fairy tales. What are they about?"

"There was a very rich man, because he had a blue beard, everyone called him Bluebeard, and feared him, and he married many wives, but in the end no one knew what had happened to his wives. One day He proposed to a girl in the village. That girl was a famous beauty in the village. She fell in love with Blue Beard at first sight, so she married Blue Beard despite the opposition of her brothers. After marriage, she was very happy. Blue Beard was going to travel far away. I gave all the room keys to my wife, and specifically told my wife not to use the golden key to enter the room that cannot be entered. The wife was very curious, and entered that room. Inside the room were the ex-wives who were killed by Bluebeard. The golden key It was covered with blood, and Bluebeard found it when he came back, so he wanted to kill her."

Heinrich was silent for a moment, then said slowly: "I have two questions. First, is this a fucking fairy tale? How many people have died? Second, the poor man who wrote the story has never seen gold, right? Can't be used as a key, it's too soft, it will bend, and it will break after multiple uses."

Michael was stunned for a while, and burst out laughing: "Hahahahahahahahahahahaha..." He almost laughed and cried: "You are so... wonderful!" I wanted to say cute, too serious, and very scientific .

He smiled for a while, held back his smile, and asked, "Then if I go in, what will happen to you?"

Seeing him smile, Heinrich also felt very happy. Although she didn't know why he smiled, a smile appeared on her face: "If you go in, then I will QJ you immediately."

Michael's face froze, and he suddenly asked with a smile: "Then if I don't go in, don't you want to do something?"

"I want to, but I don't want to do it yet." Heinrich clumsily found an excuse: "My tongue hurts."

Michael wanted to laugh again.Even a virgin like me knows that sex has nothing to do with a sore tongue, and if you have a sore tongue and you keep talking about it, who would believe it?

The atmosphere was inexplicably relieved, and the rigidity between the two of them became less rigid.

Back in the bedroom, Heinrich opened the closet, lifted the wall panel inside the closet, and said in a low voice, "This is my gun arsenal. If you want to play, I can teach you."

Michael stretched out his hand to touch her shoulder, hooked her skirt suspenders to play, looked at the dozens of long and short guns, and pretended to be careless, but his nervous hands trembled a little: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Heinrich smiled and replied, "Then I'm the only one you'll never forget—the only one you killed."

Michael frowned, and said very kindly: "I won't kill you, I can't touch weapons or kill people, this is a religious rule."

Heinrich's eyes lit up: "Tomorrow, I will teach you how to shoot a gun with me, or you will be fucked by me now, you choose one."

Michael covered his face and leaned against the wall, moaning sadly