Congenital deficiency

What Hong Zhuo said was actually a very literal move.

Those who had just set the fire and dropped the torch turned around and took out a syringe from their hand, walked up to several of them, found blood vessels in their terrified expressions, and quickly stuck the needle Go in, push the syringe, and then vaccinate.

The whole process took less than half a minute.

As soon as the needle was injected, those people were limp, lying on the ground, struggling and rolling unconsciously.

Or show a look of enjoyment.

When the look of psychedelic enjoyment on their faces gradually faded, it was the time when they were drunk and dreaming, and the second injection followed.

He is going to use his own way to treat his own body.

Hong Lingyu thought for a while, then reached out and pulled Hong Zhuo who was standing in front of him.

Seeing his movements, Ji Daogong sighed in his heart: Sure enough, young people don't see these heavy-tasting things. The mistress probably can't bear it a bit, so she wants to persuade the head of the house?According to their patriarch's obedience to the mistress these days, he will definitely listen to the mistress this time.

Ji Daogong had an expression of "I really can't stand the strict control of the head of the house", while being ready to stop his subordinates from continuing to inject at any time.

Then he heard the mistress ask: "Do you have to watch it here?"

"Tired?" Hong Zhuo asked him after hearing this.

The communication between the two has no beginning and no end, and it sounds illogical to outsiders, but they themselves can understand each other's thoughts instantly.

"A little bit." Hong Lingyu nodded.

"Let's sit over there, or should we go back first?" Hong Zhuo walked up to him, embraced him naturally, and asked in a low voice.

Hong Lingyu's expression was hidden behind the mask, only her eyes were black and transparent: "Go back." He said with certainty.

Hong Zhuo had no objection, kissed his forehead, turned around and left with his arms around him.

"Continue." When Hong Zhuo passed Ji Daogong, he left these two words.

"Okay, I'll let them..." Ji Daogong failed to follow through on their conversation carefully, and subconsciously thought that Hong Zhuo was giving an order to stop.

Didn't the head of the family just say "enough", "stop", "it's over", "it's okay" and the like?Did he really say continue? ? ?

"...Continue." There was a pause for five or six seconds, until Hong Zhuo and the two disappeared from his sight, and he finally finished what he hesitated and didn't respond immediately.

The head of the family is definitely a strict wife.

So the reason why he didn't say stop was because the mistress didn't stop him at all.

Ji Daogong narrowed his eyes subtly, feeling that when he went back, he had another topic to tell Xiao Zhengping who knew nothing about it.

Years ago, Hong Lingyu had lived here for too long in Taicheng, and Honglingyu had nothing new about this place. Moreover, as March and April approached, Taicheng gradually became hotter, and it was not a suitable place for vacation.

Hong Zhuo thought for a while, but he was not in a hurry to return home, and took Hong Lingyu on the plane to Europe again.

This time, Howard didn't come in person, and sent someone around him to pick him up in person.The luggage of Hong Lingyu and Hong Zhuo was handed over to his subordinates to take them to the residence first, and they got into the car arranged by Howard.

What they were going to was located in the suburbs, an ancient castle under the name of the Howard family.

The servant sent the two to the room, arranged them properly, told them that they could not go to the top floor except the top floor, and left to play anywhere else.

The Hong family also has ancient castles in Europe, and Hong Lingyu lived with Hong Zhuo when she was young, so she is not very curious about this place.He casually picked up a book from the bookcase in the room, and sat on the balcony to bask in the sun and read it.

Hong Zhuo didn't seem to know that the room next door was for him, so he wandered around in this room very freely, took a blanket and covered Hong Lingyu on the balcony on his knees, got a cup of tea by himself, and sat at the desk Looking at the phone behind him, he also started to keep busy.

Even if there is no communication, and the only silence in the room is the sound of flipping books, the atmosphere is inexplicably harmonious.

During the period, the blond servant came and brought some delicious snacks. Hongzhuo didn't let anyone in, so he took them in person, went to the balcony, and placed the delicate plates and pastries on the table in front of Honglingyu .

Outside the balcony are neatly manicured lawns and shrubs in the shape of squares, surrounding the castle.Looking far away, you can also see the river used for defense when the castle was first built, but now it is only used as an ornamental river.

"Aren't you going out to have a look?" Hong Zhuo poured him a cup of brewed tea and asked him casually.

Hong Lingyu shook her head without thinking much about it.

Seeing that he was really not interested, Hong Zhuo didn't ask any more questions, and just sat on the balcony with him.

Not long after, Howard came back in the car. After changing into a suit, he immediately asked his servants to invite Hong Lingyu and Hong Zhuo down, and set up a wooden table under the vines on the side of the castle.

Howard took a sip of tea, sighed deeply, and complained to Hongzhuo: "God, you don't know how troublesome those Arabs are! I have dealt with them more times, and I will really be like Prince Harry Bald!"

Hong Zhuo smiled at his exaggerated description, took a sip of tea, and ignored the topic.

Howard swallowed his tea, cleared his throat, and quickly changed the subject: "Speaking of which... is your lover okay?" Howard looked at the quiet Hong Lingyu, and said to Hong Zhuo, "Did you last time That really scared me. I haven't heard of you being so nervous for so many years. Fortunately, he is fine."

Hongzhuo nodded, thinking of the scene when he arrived that day, his eyes were a little cold, but he nodded and thanked Howard.

Howard folded his long legs reservedly, waved his hands, and said calmly: "No, helping a man protect his wife is exactly what a gentleman does."

During the simple exchange of a few words between the two, Hong Zhuo still divided his attention on Hong Lingyu. At this moment, he subconsciously felt that Hong Lingyu seemed a little too quiet.

If someone usually called his mistress or his lover in front of him, he would definitely react, but this time he didn't react at all. Compared with the indifference that has nothing to do with him, it's more like... …He had no idea what they were talking about.

Hong Lingyu looked down at the tea leaves floating in the teacup, and next to his ears were Hongzhuo's clear voice and the other's vague voice. He blinked, guessing that the two of them would probably not talk too much about themselves, so he just Looking at the broken tea leaves, I was in a daze.

He didn't raise his head until the voices of the two people beside his ear suddenly disappeared for a long time, with some doubts in his eyes, he raised his head and looked at Hong Zhuo.

Hong Zhuo happened to be looking at him too, the vines could not cover the sun well, and one or two strands fell through the gaps between the vines, just falling on the bridge of Hong Zhuo's tall nose.

His eyes were burning.

Hong Lingyu blinked, not understanding why he looked at her like this.

Hongzhuo's eyes were focused, and the worry and distress in it were frank and honest: "Are you...can't hear others?"

In fact, he was not unaware.

Hong Lingyu had almost the same indifferent reaction to everyone, no contact if he could not contact, no response if he could not respond.And after the kidnapping incident in France, it was probably stimulated. Hong Lingyu could hear him but did not say anything, and no longer resisted him as before. Although he felt distressed, he thought that the other party had recovered his hearing. It's a good thing...

Hong Lingyu glanced at Howard, saw the shape of the other party's mouth, and a vague voice in his ear.

"Ah."

Hong Zhuo slowly frowned, with self-blame flashing in his eyes.

Hong Lingyu's downcast eyes fell on the cuffs of Hongzhuo's chair.A small half of the bandage hidden in the clothes was exposed there. It was left over from the rummaging of the ruins in Taicheng years ago, and it has not healed so far.

Hong Lingyu reached out her hand and landed there lightly, her voice was also very soft: "It doesn't matter if you can hear it or not." His side face was gentle, and the smooth lines merged into the clavicle line along the thin jaw, showing a unique oriental tenacity Roumei, "I don't care about these."

Hong Zhuo flipped his wrist, and held Hong Lingyu's hand with his backhand. His palm was scorching hot. In the slightly cold temperature outside, it was just warm enough: "I care." He seemed to have forgotten that there was an old friend sitting opposite him, an outsider , I can't hold anything in my eyes except Hong Lingyu, and I don't care about the occasion when I want to say it, and I say everything to Hong Lingyu: "I want to give you the best. Health, safety, happiness, and freedom." He put down the teacup with his empty hand, gently caressed Hong Lingyu's side face, paused, closed his eyes to remove the mixed emotions in his eyebrows, and said seriously, "It's okay, you are responsible for being happy, and the rest is up to you." I."

Hong Lingyu's lips trembled slightly, her fingers clenched subconsciously, and were gently wrapped by Hong Zhuo's five fingers.All the inexplicable tremors brought about by these words melted into the palm of my hand and submerged into my heartbeat.

"..." Who said Orientals are reserved?

Howard had a ghostly expression on his face.

He has known Hong Zhuo for at least 15 years. He has been calm and self-sufficient since he was young, and his precocious aura since he was a student has been beyond the reach of his peers.

Who would have thought that such a person, when he was in his 30s, suddenly opened his eyes, and found a little lover, not to mention, but still sticky and greasy, he would open his mouth, regardless of who was next to him?

Howard looked down at the teacup in his hand, and deeply suspected that the servant had added sugar to his good tea without measure, which made his teeth hurt.

When the two of them got bored and Hong Zhuo withdrew his hand holding Hong Lingyu's side face, Howard stopped staring at the bottom of the teacup and asked them, "How long are you planning to stay in England?"

Under the table, Hong Zhuo still holds Hong Lingyu's with his hand on the chair: "A week. I want to take him to school."

Howard raised his eyebrows high, wishing to poke his forehead out and put it on his temple: "You take him to our school? Is he going to study?" He looked at Hong Lingyu while talking, and suddenly frowned and asked Hong Zhuo: " Hiro, tell me the truth, is he an adult? You're like this..." Howard stopped talking halfway through, but his face was full of disapproval.

Hongzhuo chuckled, intending to tease him, but only gave him a look full of deep meaning.

As expected, Howard's eyes widened, with a look of surprise on his face: "You really...?! God, you...you are wrong!"

The author has something to say: Attached is a new copy of the follow-up article "Judu" (Quick Chuanwen) ~ I have posted a copy of the perspective before, this time it is an attack:

When his subordinates told him that there was actually a child in this batch of spoils, Shang Du's first reaction was to hand it over to the Imperial Orphan Adoption Agency.But then the results of the genetic test showed that the other party was likely to be the child of an important figure in the hostile Federation, and when it might be of great use in the future, this matter became difficult.

After thinking about it, I decided to take care of it myself first.

It's just that he didn't expect that the child raised by him, who was as indifferent as a pet, would be sincere and tempted by him, and even commit suicide after being rejected.

He didn't know about the child's death until he accidentally touched a certain imperial secret. Maybe it wasn't that simple...

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