The deputy commander was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
Why are there such annoying little things in this world?
So irritating Too much to clean up But the deputy commander sadly discovered that no one seemed to be able to deal with her.
If she doesn't take care of people's suspicions, her life will be good, 嘤嘤 The deputy commander secretly glared at someone with a playful smile.
In the end, he was defeated by her playful smile.
He rubbed his face in depression and comforted himself: I am an adult.
Adults should not care about ignorant children, right?
She knows nothing about a child.
She only knows how to make mischief and make noises.
She only knows how to be happy.
She only knows that when she is happy, she doesn’t care if others die.
Since you are an adult, you must know more than her, and your understanding must be deeper than hers.
You can't act recklessly just because of your own temperament, and you can't harm others just to make yourself happy, right?
So, you should be a little more tolerant, a little more tolerant, a little more tolerant Turn over the table He can't tolerate it.
The deputy commander turned around in frustration, trying to avoid seeing you.
I can't fight you.
I can't even hide from you.
As expected of the people who were attracted by that animal, they were all equally good at bullying.
So annoying The deputy commander, who had suffered ten thousand injuries, went to find a place to heal his injuries with a dejected look on his face.
Su Qian, who was in a very good mood, looked at the chef not far away who was so pale and thin that his chin was pointed, and raised her eyebrows.
Well, this person must have deteriorated again, right?
Tsk, if this guy dies, who will cook for her?
This guy's craftsmanship is amazing.
After eating the delicious food he made, to be honest, eating other people's food is really hard to swallow.
It would be a little bit of a pity if he died like that.
After all, she hasn't eaten enough of the food he made.
Someone rolled his eyes, smacked his chin, took out a piece of white paper and pen from the stone space, and quickly wrote out a contract of betrayal.
He walked to the fighter plane and leaned against it.
His posture was high but his breath was weak.
In front of the unbearable Mr.
Cook, he raised his little hand and slapped his chest with the contract of betrayal.
"signature" signature
Mr.
Chef lowered his eyes and slowly stretched out his hand to pinch the white paper.
What caught his eye were the three big words on the back of the paper: Contract of Sale.
There is another sentence below the deed of sale: Sell your cooking skills to me, and I will let you live safely for a hundred years.
Mr.
Cook held the white paper with his pale fingertips and used a little force to wrinkle the edge of the white paper.
After a while, he smiled slowly and signed without saying a word. own name: Dome Constantine.
From today on, he will be her cook for life.
He signed this deed of betrayal willingly, without any coercion.
He wants to live.
Before he met her, he had no desires or desires; he thought that if he could live for a day, it would be a day, and every day he lived would be a day's gain, and there would be no loss.
But after getting to know her, he wanted to live, longed to live, wanted to live for a long time, look at her, look at her, guard her, protect her; even if she didn't need him at all, he I also want to live.
But now, she offered to let him sell herself.
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He knew the meaning of selling himself, but he didn't care, as long as he could survive.
What's more, the person he sold his body to was still her.
He was suddenly happy, extremely happy that he had studied cooking with his mother when he was young, and he had never put it down for so many years.
On the one hand, he was remembering his mother, and on the other hand, it was also because of his habit.
It is because of this memory and habit that he is attracted to her now. very nice.
That's it, it's really good.
The corners of Mr.
Cook's lips curled up, and he placed the square signed sheet of prostitution contract into Su Qian's hand.
He blinked, tilted his head, and his short, soft hair followed his movements.
Shaking slightly.
"Then, from now on, should I call you master?"
When he said this, his hoarse and low voice dropped a few degrees, and it was not an ordinary ecstasy. "" Suqian shook the goosebumps on her body, slapped Mr.
Cook's face with her palm, and said with a black face, "Speak carefully, what you sold me is your cooking skills, not your body, don't use such a sticky voice."
Call me, be careful if I don’t hold back and kill you.”
Mr.
Cook chuckled, "Okay, Master." "" Damn, what does this person want to do?
Su Qian looked at this man who suddenly became confused, with a look of confusion on his face.
"You" "Um" "I was possessed by a shemale, otherwise why would I suddenly become such a slut?"
"" Now it was Mr.
Cook's turn to be speechless.
He saw that guy Fei Weiduo, who often used this tone and low-dimensional voice to tease women and flirt with them, and those women were fascinated by him to death, crying and wanting to be with him.
Give him a child without asking for status or anything.
I guess women love this, but why does it completely fail when it comes to her?
And she was completely disgusted by her Is it because I'm too young that I don't understand?
Or is he not as charming as Fei Wei?
Mr.
Cook thought with some doubts.
He could understand the former statement.
After all, the little girl in front of him was indeed too young.
It was normal for her not to understand and not be enlightened; If it's the latter.
Oh, that's absolutely impossible Mr.
Cook sneered in his heart and comforted himself, well, she must be too young to be enlightened.
Yes, that's it.
Mr.
Cook, who refused to admit that his charm was ineffective, silently watched the jumping little girl and went to the battlefield to search for magic crystals from the locusts' bodies.
It seemed that the magic crystal was more attractive than him.
To be honest, the magic crystal is really not that attractive to Su Qian now.
This thing is something that can restore her abilities, how could it not be attractive?
Mr.
Cook stared at the little girl who signed him and then threw him aside with a look of displeasure.
Sure enough, what she liked about him was just his cooking skills, not him as a person.
If Su Qian knew his inner thoughts, she would definitely give him a look on his face and say: Brother, you are really overthinking and overthinking.
I only want your cooking skills, what do I want from you?
Your abilities are not as good as mine, your fighting skills are not as good as mine, your inventions are not as good as mine, and you look, well, looking at your face that is inseparable from the mask all day long, you must be ugly too, which means you are not as good looking either.
Lao Tzu
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You said you are not as good as me in everything, why do I want you here?
So, young man, brain filling is a disease and it needs to be cured Mr.
Cook, who is sick and needs treatment, feels that his breathing is getting faster and faster, and his body temperature has dropped very quickly.
His eyes are blurry and he can't see anything.
There is no sound in his ears.
He can only hear his own short and loud sound.
Breathing heavily.
Mr.
Cook frowned and slowly supported the fighter plane, preparing to rest in the fighter plane for a while. aa2705221: