"Hey" Cheng Qianxun didn't even have time to shout.
He walked around the room and still didn't see the black-winged angel.
Looking at the little Shota who was sleeping soundly on the bed, she smiled slightly with relief.
At least this little guy helped her solve the problem, but the Little Shota really didn't know what to do when she was so close to the indisputable androgynous beauty.
She touched the side with her hand, and after conjuring another bed, she lay down on the soft bed, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
A soft and boneless hand was gently stroking her hairline, with a soft voice: "Master, it's time to get up, Master..."
The young lady, Cheng Qianxun, woke up immediately and saw that childish white face right in front of her.
She was so frightened that she sat up suddenly and leaned back on the high soft pillow.
Little Shota turned around and sat on the edge of the bed as if a little aggrieved, twisting the corners of her gorgeous kimono with her fingers: "Did I scare the master?"
"Hehe, hehe."
She could only smile bitterly, and then thought of something and asked: "Isn't that big-mouthed alarm clock urging me to get up every day?"
Shota became more and more sad, wiping tears on the back of his hand: "It turns out that the master likes to make noise, and it's my fault.
According to the regulations, our bed attendant is responsible for waking the master."
"No, that's not what you mean."
She quickly explained: "It's nice that you call me that, I'm just a little weird.
You did really well, very well, and I'm very satisfied."
Indeed, the feeling just now was much better than the harsh voice shouting "Get up, get up, keep working hard today...".
The sound made by that big mouth was a super invincible noise.
"Really?"
Xiao Zhengtai burst into tears and laughed.
She was so innocent and romantic that day.
On her face, which was about 12 or 13 years old, the smile that showed through tears was absolutely lethal.
No wonder some people just like this.
"Yes, really.
Thank you so much, and then...how do I send you back?"
It was also her first time and she didn't know what to do.
Shota asked happily: "You're welcome, Master doesn't have to be so polite.
Do you want me to help Master change his clothes?"
"No, no need."
She quickly jumped out of bed, and her pajamas had changed into sweatshirts and sweatpants: "Go ahead, I'm very satisfied with you, go ahead."
"Thank you, Master, for being satisfied with my service."
Xiao Zhengtai knelt on the bed and gave her a very standard kowtow, then slowly faded and disappeared.
It all seemed like a dream.
Cheng Qianxun looked at the place where the young lady disappeared.
After being stunned for a while, he smiled bitterly and turned around and went out.
Six men were already waiting outside the door.
Most of them were wearing loose sportswear.
Only Gordon was wearing a special forces camouflage uniform, and Rudolph was wearing a black suit.
His hair, parted in the middle, was shiny, like A single widower with a mysophobia; they probably wore the same clothes in front of them, and their style was very professional.
Locke, an accountant in a black sweatshirt and trousers, said slyly: "I didn't expect women to play so crazy.
Let's wait at the door."
And Sneijder was also wearing sportswear, but it was a thin, tight-fitting white vest.
The vest was so thin that even two points of color could be seen, and it was so tight that it wrapped the upper body tightly.
Unexpectedly, the muscles on his body were also very tight, not much worse than Steve.
He smiled and said: "Oh, we should wait for the ladies, who calls us men."
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In this world, I feel a little numb.
If Sneijder can laugh, he must always wear a fake smile in front of the guests.
The reason for wandering.
Locke rolled his eyes: "A man who relies on women for a living."
Sneijder suddenly became angry, but he still held back his anger and smiled: "Even the hand of a weakling will not bother to slap you in the face."
"Fight me, hit me if you can."
Locke seemed to be even more angry than Sneijder, who was being scolded.
"Okay."
Cheng Qianxun scolded, then sighed slightly.
Before the situation worsened, it was better to give him some advice: "You have to fight after you come back.
Do you still have the energy to climb the stairs now?
You've already died once, what else is there?"
Those who are argumentative should stop saying a few words."
"That's right, beauty."
Sneijder put on a sly smile like a businessman.
Locke was not so easy to appease, but at least he kept his mouth shut and stopped arguing.
At this time, Zhang Ruoshan came out of the room.
Her face seemed a little blue and the bags under her eyes were a little dark.
Sneijder immediately laughed meaningfully, but said nothing to cause any controversy.
"Dear guests," the steward swayed slightly and said with a smile, "Please come with me to dine.
During the meal, I will announce the latest rules."
When we arrived at the cafeteria, breakfast and dinner were different, so we needed to eat quickly.
So Cheng Qianxun quickly picked up the largest fruit plate, poured all the fruits on the table, took a plate that could be used as a tray, and put high-energy food on it.
And Zhang Ruoshan did the same, and the two of them led others to do the same.
Sure enough, the steward's voice came: "The meal time is half an hour, now the time starts."
It took five minutes to fill the entire plate.
Cheng Qianxun and Zhang Ruoshan placed the plates piled with food on the table, then sat down and began to eat hard.
The other men were still putting food on their plates because they had large appetites.
"You can't be a little civilized."
Locke looked at him with disdain.
Special Forces Gordon put the food in his hands and directly grabbed the medium-rare steak and stuffed it into his mouth.
Gordon looked at Locke coldly, spat out some residue in his mouth without saying a word, and then continued to grab food quickly with his hands without paying attention.
Locke was stunned for a moment when he heard a soft and artificial voice beside him: "Some people can't appreciate elegance."
Locke, who was a little embarrassed, turned his head gratefully.
On the other side was Rudolf, a special professional dressed like an accountant.
Rudolf took the trouble to use the forks and spoons in every dish on the table, and added food to his plate in a leisurely manner, changing one for each dish and using only the utensils on the dish.
Just like an artist, extremely methodical.
While taking it, he said leisurely: "I appreciate people like you.
You should not panic at any time."
"For example, the last time I was on a mission, a man was not afraid of death and let me shoot him in the head with a gun.
There was too much blood.
In the past, when I killed someone, I would first cover the ground with plastic paper, and there was not even a drop of plastic paper in one roll.
Traces.
The banquet was about to start, and I couldn't let the guests see it, so I just couldn't carry out the task.
He could wrap the body in a large garbage bag and stuff it in a corner, and then clean the kitchen by himself.
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It only took him half an hour to clean the kitchen, throw all the dishes stained with brains and blood into the trash can.
Ordered takeout from the hotel."
He was chatting without looking at Locke, who was standing next to him with his eyes wide open.
"When the hotel takeout was spread out in the gorgeous living room, everything was perfect.
There were one or two slightly drunk guests who went to the kitchen.
They never expected that the wine was placed, polished to a gleaming, and illuminated.
Under the metal table in front of them, there was another body with half of its head smashed by a gun and an ugly death.
Corpse."
Rudolph turned around and raised his eyebrows at Locke, who was stunned.
If he didn't look too obscene, he would have a very free and easy expression.
He also turned his head and thought slightly, with the corners of his mouth showing.
A slight smile of aftertaste: "It's only half an hour...
I'm really proud of myself.
I wish you a good appetite."
Rudolph took the plate and left, leaving Locke standing there blankly, unable to close his mouth for a long time
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