Deacon and daughter
Deacon and daughter.
I just want to work as a girl.
Want to hold his hand? Cut it down for you. I’m sorry.
I’m dressed as a gangster’s daughter, and the man is my father’s adopted son. And my deacon, he’s always calm, but he’s lost everything.
He touched my face with his fingertips, and his eyes were cold.
“Miss won’t like anyone else, will she? I’m sorry.
One.
When I was wearing it, I was talking very soon, and it was far from the moment the man appeared.
I’m going to have to call out to my father with all my face.
“Here’s your daughter. Put away your cigarettes! * He’s holding my head and drinking around like a big, big, big man. *
Thank you, Father.
But can you be gentle?
I think I’m about to get my neck ripped off.
Two.
As you know, the gangsters are busy.
There was a big-time dispute in the group, dealing with enemies, a small-time club and a bar in the street, and he had to rush around all day and night for these things.
Boss always comes out with his suit on his shoulder and takes it off at the place.
That power! I can’t stop it!
If there is a lot of time to catch up, you have to keep going.
The flowers on the shoulders of the shirts have been stripped of colour and have formed a gradual effect.
The nanny’s gonna re-cut her shirt to the point where she can’t see it.
Who’s going to say nothing?
I rubbed her in the arms, and I used the adhesive, “That’s really great. I’m sorry.
“Miss is so cute. She smiled and grabbed my face.
A kind of harmony.
It’s just that once in a while when the big old man walks out of the house with his little brother, the man and the dog may bump into each other and stare at him.
The scene was very exciting.
Even though I’m the only daughter of the gangster, I’ve been left behind for most of my time because my father was busy with my career.
..is not completely indifferent.
“Hey, hey, lady, you wanna play with us? I’m sorry.
A bunch of big-armed dudes will jump out of nowhere when they’re free, and it’s probably new to think that they can step on one.
They want to be as nice as possible.
But it’s still in the eye.
I understand it’s professional, but I still don’t want to play with them.
After all, I’m standing in a pile of men of an average height of one metre and eight feet, and I don’t have to play with the rags.
I’m like a little handkerchief. Or baby.
“Aah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah! I’m sorry.
To get away from Big Bros and block the yard.
The back garden rings my screams.
The nearby residents were suspicious of my house selling mirrors because some of the big brothers’ faces were so bright that they looked back when they chased me.
Now it’s okay. There’s a lot of kids screaming.
Ha ha ha! (sniffles)
The headlines tell me to think about it:
The City Secret: Why is there a lot of reflection in the deep house accompanied by the screams of children?
What a show.
3
I was accidentally tripped by Kirky and hit on my forehead.
Then there was a handsome man who protected me.
I thought it was Dad’s compensation.
After all, the job he’s going to do is to be a deacon, and it’s actually my baby-sitter.
Handsome guy was the second in command!
It’s more fun managing a bunch of kids than being a nanny.
Brother Lin, I learned my dad’s eyes, and I imagined that I had a cold look, “How hard it is to take care of a child, I’ll talk to my dad and get you back to the group.” I’m sorry.
He’s got white gloves wrapped in his fingertips, and he’s popping me into cigarette-like paper.
“I took the initiative to be a deacon. I’m sorry.
I was shocked and held back with Corkilan: “As young, I want to take this shortcut.” I’m sorry.
To his confused face, I made it very clear, “Get involved with me and Dad will give you more money, right? I’m sorry.
“No,” he bowed and whispered in my ear, “just because I hate the smell of smoke, but every time he went out, he asked me to light it.” I’m sorry.
Shit!
That can’t be tolerated.
I can’t see handsome guys smoking second-hand cigarettes every day.
So hold his hand firmly.
“You’re my man from now on. I’m sorry.
Sileen smiles nicely, and his eyes shine better than the fountains in the sun.
Yes, ma’am.
4
I don’t think Rislan has any direct contact with my skin.
I’ve been wearing white gloves, even when I put my braids on.
There’s a bit of a mess in the mirror with the face with the Koki claw.
I looked back and looked at him: “Lynn, do you feel dirty with gloves? I’m sorry.
When he tied his ponytails, he held his palms up my chin.
Then he covered the ashes on my face with a handkerchief, and the sound was soft: “I can’t turn my back on the lady.” I’m sorry.
When I was talking, the lichen’s hair fell down, I reached out and I tried to help but I couldn’t help but because the fingers of a young child were too short.
This natural reaction caused him to dazzle, and then the laughter of the drunk man lays in his den, leaning towards me, so high that I could touch his ears.
Successful hair is not as good as it should have been.
It’s just letting it go there like a prize.
He took my hand to the restaurant and continued to answer the question.
“I wear gloves because men and women are different. I’m sorry.
In the sunset, a small shadow in the hall holds hands.
“Lian, can I touch you? “I like your hair.” I’m sorry.
“As long as the lady wishes. I’m sorry.
He never refused my request.
Never.
5
Sileen never cut her hair again after that.
Only occasionally, with long hair and shoulders.
He was born beautifully.
Standing by other vicious men, making a scene.
I’ve been more surprised lately, when Lotus heard the call and looked back, and the floating black hair was a beautiful face.
So if I had the chance, I would keep calling out his name.
It’s a standard noise and a tough kid, but he didn’t show any impatience.
“Lynn. I’m sorry.
“What do you want me to do?”
Sometimes I say something that doesn’t tickle, and sometimes I just watch him play dumb.
“The last one.” I’m sorry.
But I know he always has the last one.
His suit was in a strange shape with sugar in his pocket.
I love that weird suit.
Six.
It’s fun to harass a handsome guy.
And We laid down our textbooks, and raised our faces, with a sincere heart: “You must be much prettier than Seo-guk in the north of the city, Lotus.” I’m sorry.
He looked at the screen of his cell phone, snuggled his eyebrow, turned it off to me.
“Is your endorsement tired? I’ll go get the lady some cake. I’m sorry.
“Do you want sea salt cheese or rose berry?” I pretended, “Lynn, can you pick it for me?” I’m sorry.
And he looked at him, laughing, and heard the answer, as he wished: “The lady, if she wishes, buy it back.” I’m sorry.
Selene came back late that day.
When he handed me the cake, he still had some ridiculous smile on his face.
I’ll get it.
Pretending he didn’t see blood on his gloves as white as ever.
I sensed my tremors, he looked down, he looked down.
“Don’t worry, it’s not my blood. I’m sorry.
…Thank you.
What if I worry more?
7
Wakes up in the middle of the night by the noises outside the door.
A sew was sewn in his hand, and it coincided with the moment when Silen kicked the man in black.
Hard, no hesitation.
And he held him in his wrists, and turned back with a sharp turn.
At the degree of distortion, it’s probably folded.
I wanted to close the door quietly, but I looked at him.
The silencing of silencing in the eyebrows when she just fought.
The eyes are still red.
“Did you wake the lady? I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
He changed his hands, and I noticed that there were also two in the mouth of a faint black man.
That’s what I’m saying.
I’m afraid there’s another reason he’s clean.
Bloody gloves, probably piled up somewhere.
Selene gracefully crossed the body lying on the ground, adjusted his sleeves, took his legs to me, held me up, his hands slapping behind his back.
I buried it in his cold fragrance.
It’s reassuring.
When the ostrich raised his face, he found blood on his lips.
“Are you hurt, Lin?”
When I asked, I used the sleeves of my pyjamas to wipe them, even with a bow tie.
It’s not clean at all.
He’s got lips and a blood-stained face in the moonlight.
“Thank you, miss, I’m fine. I’m sorry.
“Did he come after me? “I’m bored.
I’m not stupid.
The risks are clear and clear.
Sileen was obviously on the street when I signed up and bought the cake and settled it.
The one who wanted to send a message to distract Lotus, probably never again.
Thinking about it, I hit a chill.
“Don’t worry, Sileen’s hand sticks around my back, and the temperature’s coming up, “Miss is safe with me. I’m sorry.
I nodded my head silently and then held his shoulder tight and attached myself to the gesture.
But he opened his eyes in the invisible corner.
Liar.
8
Sileen is a spy.
It’s a book, but I only know that, except for the name of the man.
I don’t know exactly what Selene was watching.
But with more attention, his purpose will be to surface.
I’m going to check it out.
9
In the next few days.
Sileen at dinner, I spy, Sileen walks, I follow, Sileen walks, I chases.
Until he was too attached to it, when he came home I ran too fast to wait in the warm embrace of the corner.
“I’m going to take a bath now, and I’ll play with the lady later.” I’m sorry.
I watched his back bathroom get red.
I shouldn’t have asked him if he could shower with the door open.
10
If you keep following me, it’ll not only scare you, but it’ll make me look like a pervert.
Got to be smart.
As to the reason for the reasonable increase in the time of exposure …
“Can you teach me how to fight? I’m sorry.
I pulled the horns after he took a clean bath.
Sileen’s face was “scrambling” and then he smiled as if he were in peace.
With tender eyes, it seems somewhat cold by no means.
You must have heard wrong.
How can Lotus talk?
“I said, the lady is safe with me. I’m sorry.
He stretches his hand over the petals that fall on my head, and sets out his eyes for a moment, and breathes away in his palm.
“But if the lady really wants to learn, we can start training today.” I’m sorry.
I was puzzled that he had not immediately accepted my request, unlike before.
So important that I ignored:
When Lotus spoke, the accent was “by my side”.
Eleven.
Lotus didn’t show any other resistance and taught me to be one.
But with this intensity of training, I guess I haven’t found the rest of them yet, and then I’m dead.
It’s a long run today, with a load.
Lotus runs around, and he certainly has more things on his back than I do, but he’s nothing like me.
I look forward to a bench not far away, and I get an amnesty.
“Lin, can you rest now?”
He bowed, and I stepped in a few steps, and I collapsed, and the next second I saw the face of the man under the bench, and I screamed.
“What’s up, miss?”
I cried and jumped off his side: “The body, the body.” I’m sorry.
The silhouettes never changed.
“It’s still breathing. I’m sorry.
12
A young man who was too pale was crucified in my bed, with his eyes closed and his eyebrow raised and subjected to medical examination.
It’s not accurate to say yes because he’s still awake.
The cut clothes were already broken, and the body was so thin that it was hard to bear my fist.
Dr. Jonathan, of unknown nationality, is said to have saved my father ‘ s life, to have been in contact with the mafia and to have been best at treating injuries.
Men’s pupils are pinestone green and look directly at people’s souls.
He went and packed the caller, apparently the examination was over, but he remained silent.
“Doctor, how is he?”
“We want to know? “The answer needs a kiss to unlock the lock.” I’m sorry.
He’s a brilliant doctor, but he’s never been decent.
I’m on guard back to the corner.
“Yo, she’s shy,” he picks out the frown, pulls off the mask, lifts his feet and tries to come to me, “and I’ll take the initiative…”
Sileen pulled him out of the house with no patience: “Take care of your mouth!” I’m sorry.
Jonathan shot the door, and he was angry. You rude man! I’m sorry.
Their voices were moving away, and I was sighing.
I brought the boy back, but he’s unknown.
Jonathan’s going to come back with Dad. Ask after what I want to know.
13
After the nanny had finished packing the pieces of the cut clothes, she was called out to prepare dinner.
However, the faces of young people who were still in a coma had not yet been polished, mixed with dust and blood and appeared to be in disarray.
Forget it, I got it.
The shadows cast by the young eyelashes were dark and bleak, and the darkness was now like a muddy muddy.
I don’t know what I’ve been through.
He opened his eyes.
And when I looked at it, the condition shrunk like a twig: “No, don’t run away, don’t hit me.” I’m sorry.
The fear of substance is suffocating.
“Relax, you’re safe. “I learned to comfort me from Sileen.
He held on to his position, raised a small head from his arms and flashed his eyes.
An innocent animal, such as an animal that confirms the credibility of human words, is in no way innocent.
“I’m Jojo,” and I’m trying to put the corner of the towel on his face. “What about you? I’m sorry.
He seemed to relax because of the heat and opened his mouth, “I…”
“Aigoo, miss! What is this? Auntie is back, a towel in my hand, “Go eat, leave it to me. I’m sorry.
I tried to twist my head and tell my aunt, but I was dragged by a teenager.
“Joe, Miss,” he had a dry voice, “No, go.” I’m sorry.
Aunt Willow’s eyebrow is upside down: “Does the lady want to keep you eating?” I’m sorry.
And then my hand stunned.
“I’ll come, I’ll be right there,” I smiled, “It’s all right, Aunt Ling.” I’m sorry.
Auntie Ling went out with a complaint, and I didn’t have to do it again.
Eyes down, microfilms, pure. It’s just a little weird to be thin and drowsy.
The bones are superior.
“Golden, give birth.” He pointed to himself and blinked.
React his name for a while.
I look like I’m in a good time. I’m a populist.
Pick up any man you want. It’s supposed to be for smoking.
14
I poured Honolulu a glass of water.
When he finished drinking, his fingertips unwittingly touched the cup.
“Do you want something to eat?”
Honolulu shook his head, but his stomach sounded. It was only when he was in a state of panic that he found himself naked and his cheeks were red.
I didn’t want him to be embarrassed, but I turned my eyes away and said, “Ling will bring you your clothes and dinner later. I’m sorry.
He was all in, heard I was leaving, gently grabbed my hand and pressed over his head.
♪ I can’t ♪
Strange holding.
I tried rubbing.
And Hao-shin lifted his eyes and soft hair slipped in my hand: “Thank you, thank you, save me, Miss Jo.” I’m sorry.
Shit.
It’s rude to think, but he’s really like…
As if to verify what I think, Honolulu has spoken with a clear voice the most fluent word since we met.
“I’m the girl’s dog from now on. I’m sorry.
15
I took the door out.
Selene, with her arms on the side of the wall, is facing the window, to the extent that she witnessed the strange scene.
Seeing me as a shocker, he sneered and laughed:
“Miss is inevitably too loving. I’m sorry.
Eyes on his gloves, soft fists and loose. It’s like moonlight jumps on the eyelashes and plays the syllable.
His depression is ringing.
How strange that he has never displayed fatigue before me.
“Lin, you’re not happy. “I’ll bite.
‘Cause there’s too many of them, and it’s hard. I’m sorry.
“You mean Jonathan? He just likes to joke. I’m sorry.
As if he was not breathing well, he was holding his shirt in one hand and loosed.
And yet again, I have been made so restless, so gentle and as usual.
“It’s time for dinner, miss. I’m sorry.
16
It’s hard to convince Dad to let Honolulu stay.
And then after dinner, he put his hand on my shoulder and laughed.
“How about you let that skinny kid play with you? You’re just the same age. I’m sorry.
I do study at home because of my special status and lack the company of my peers.
But I’m afraid it’s not all for me.
“Does Dad want to adopt him? * I jumped into his arms, and I hid my doubts * I’m sorry.
“We are smart. I’m sorry.
He caught me, told me another reason.
Jonathan has examined many kinds of poison in Honolulu’s body, to the extent that ordinary people can’t afford it.
“It’s enough to die in exchange for someone else,” he touched his chin and said, “He’s a tough guy. I’m sorry.
“Did Jonathan want to experiment with him? I’m sorry.
“Who do you think your father is?” I’m sorry.
What people…
Gangsters.
17
Jonathan just wanted to observe Honolulu, and I got a guarantee.
So lay down and get ready to go back to your room.
When I met Honolulu, with his bare feet and his knees on the outside of the door, he was poor and weak.
See me, eyes flash up.
He whispered: “Miss, where should I sleep? I’m sorry.
“You didn’t like that room? I flipped my slippers and handed them to him, and I thought about the empty rooms.
“I like, big, bright and smelly,” he murmurs, “but I shouldn’t live.” I’m sorry.
…that’s not right.
I’m gonna do it, wait a minute.
“I used to wear slippers and sit on my feet with skill, carefully pulling my hand up and rubbing his face, “all the time, in the basement, lady. I’m sorry.
I forgot to take my hand because of the shock.
Poisoning, beating, living in the basement.
It is hard to imagine what other inhuman treatment has been inflicted.
“It’s so warm…” and he’s groaning.
Then We turned to the wet eyes, and noticed that his hands were still on his face.
The cell phone rings and the silence of the night becomes even more evident:
J’ai I’impression
I don’t know.
♪ I feel ♪
It’s falling.
The music breaks, I can even tell the sound of herring breathing.
Slightly heavy.
“Miss can use me any way you want. I’m sorry.
He’s so sincere.
I found out that the way to communicate with him was not to follow suit.
“There’s no need to flatter me, Honolulu. When I took my hand, I changed my face to a serious one.
And the stars in his eyes fell.
And I added: “Father has decided to adopt you, and we will be your family. Tell me what you want.” I’m sorry.
“Does everything work?” He stares straight at me, shakes his trust.
What if I can’t afford what he wants?
I’m a little sorry to say so early, but I thought I’d be able to ask Dad for help.
I’m full of faith: “Of course! I’m sorry.
Then he seemed to calm down and said good night to me.
I’m all focused on his hair and sweet voice.
I never knew how dark the weird smile was when he turned around.
18
Selene will always be out of my sight at the same time.
I smell a little bit of tracking progress.
When he disappeared, I ran around.
Rock sews, rat holes, shacks where Koki lives.
I’m serious.
One of the skinheads who saw the whole trip seemed to be silent: “Miss, Sileen is good, but he doesn’t shrink.” I’m sorry.
Listening to him, I took out a little shovel and I was going to dig a hole in the rose garden.
“…and no dirt.” Take a break. He’s probably just on a temporary assignment. I’m sorry.
“Is the lady looking for me? “I’ve been in my room. I’m sorry.
“Here we go! If you don’t come, you’re gonna blow up the yard! “The skinhead came to Selene, tried to meet him and was easily flashed.
He pulls out a clean plaque and wipes my hand.
One finger after another wipes through like something of value.
Sileen always works very hard.
But there was something wrong with what he said.
I was looking for his room first.
“Why did Miss find me? I’m sorry.
“Nothing,” I was thinking about the contradiction between his words and his deeds, and I said, “I want to see you.” I’m sorry.
His voice just dropped, and his movements were like being pushed off the pause button, and he was in the air.
“I’ll go get the cake.” I’m sorry.
“Huh? But not in the morning…”
Have you already bought it?
I’m not finished. Sileen’s out of town. A bit of a runaway.
His ears look red.
19
I can’t sleep until I know the truth.
The next day, he went to the silene’s room with his time.
When he saw him go in, he heard the sound of the twilight and opened the door quietly and looked inside.
Nobody.
There’s a secret tunnel.
Where’s the entrance? How do you trigger the switch?
Unsettled attempts may damage something and cause suspicion.
The safest way to get in the corner is when he comes back.
I’m doing it now.
Sileen’s bed is so spacious, it’s no shame to hide here.
I didn’t know how long it took a pair of shoes to show up, and I woke up and held my breath.
He came out of the closet. I heard the door open.
But the shoes remained in motion, and were set there.
I have a feeling that I’m locked in.
Is his eyes penetrating?
How else would I have found me under the bed.
For a long time, the sound of fabric friction.
I had a long breath. He was just changing.
Wait!
Change?
I kept my mouth shut.
He’s finally slowly getting better.
The shoes disappeared in front of my eyes, and the sound of the door went off, and I was able to breathe, and I was able to climb out of the bed.
Just about to get up and crash into a dark eye.
The silian leaned upon the door, and scoffed, and screeched.
“Is Ken out, miss?”
Why did you pretend to leave? He’s so bad!
I sat on the floor and I smiled.
Well…
The first time I’m following you, I’m not very smart. Can you give me another chance?
“Did I tell the lady not to enter the man’s room? I’m sorry.
Cold scent over here.
And We were pulled up with a single hand, and his hand was round behind the neck.
The touch of the new gloves is the little snake that just swallowed the ice, swimming down the skin.
Like in measuring your own prey.
I can’t help but shake… probably not because of the cold.
In instinctively, I felt danger, and I slobbered back, but my calve hit the bed and the whole person fell back.
The world in his eyes went from his face to the ceiling.
When I held my elbow to the bed, I saw Sileen with one hand covering his eyes, turning his head to the side, and dazzling his voice with restraint and patience: “Take care of the clothes and follow me.” I’m sorry.
It was only when I looked down that I realized that I was flying to my thighs’ skirts.
He has walked into the dark lane and rediscovered it as if I had run away: “I’ll confess whatever the lady wants to know.” I’m sorry.
The dress was too thick to be fixed, and I was ashamed and upset because I put myself in such a mess, and my hand was like, “Come right away.” I’m sorry.
But before Sileen pulled back, I saw the moment when his throat was rolling down and down.
20
Things are better than dog blood.
I regret not having brought popcorn and stools, even though Silet has explained so little.
Sileen’s loyal master was the leader of the Gang, and his first love was my mother.
The reason the boss sent Sileen to watch me is because my mother gave birth to me and I died shortly after.
He wanted at least the children to grow up healthy.
I thought the boss was going to cut my family’s roots.
It’s just my mom.
I suddenly felt too green on Dad’s head.
“Then you don’t have to be a deacon, just watch. I found the blind spot.
“Deacon is…” Sileen whispers, “for other reasons.” I’m sorry.
He looked up. And the eyelashes of the crows, and the shadows of the shadows cast upon their eyes, are profound.
“I want to guard Miss. I’m sorry.
In the dark, word echoes.
And I was moved away from my face, but I found it full of facing walls.
My picture.
Pupil earthquake.
It was also noted that there was a note on the table in front of the photo wall, which was thicker than the Inhan Double-Settled Dictionary.
“Leon, are these work needs? * I’m twirling towards a wall of pictures that can actually map my entire growth trajectory, and my soul is about to get scared. *
“No, personal hobby. * He’s holding his fist in front of his mouth *
I don’t know.
It’s torture…
And your face, you don’t have to look like a screen opener!
21
My dad and I talked about high school going to school.
In addition to the need for a normal learning environment, it is more important:
I have never been more aware of Selene’s close attention.
It’s harmless, but it’s weird.
I thought about it in the dark lane, and I looked at the cover of the note.
When he caught it, his index finger stood up to his lips and made a boob gesture.
And then you take the book and you shake it, and your eyes are red because of the excitement.
Do you really want to see it?
No, thank you.
I looked back before I ran out of the tunnel.
Sileen’s face was innocent, and he said, “Missie is changing so fast. I’m sorry.
I almost missed it.
This beautiful man who’s speaking, do you know he was really a pervert?
… although it’s the Sven’s loser.
22
I’m working on my new school uniform, and Aunt Ling broke into the house.
“Miss, the boy is on a hunger strike! I’m sorry.
Shit!
My heart beats.
I haven’t seen Honolulu for days.
He didn’t feel safe. I had to watch him eat.
After six months, things just got better, and now I’m forgetting him!
I rushed to his room.
The young man’s eyes turned and looked at the sound of the door.
I had a moment of demented.
A white room, like an elf without dust.
As if the eyes of a spring of fresh water were rising.
Why does it look like it’s thinner than before?
“How long has he been out eating, Aunt Ling? I hear my voice a little cold.
If it wasn’t for the emergency, Aunt Ling would not have called me and she would have forced him to eat.
Three days. I’m sorry.
Honolulu was scared by my face and his shoulder was shaking.
“Miss,” the beauty weeps, I see. “Honson knows you have more important things, but I miss you. I’m sorry.
The feeling of guilt comes in like a tide, and it’s very hard to bear.
He came to me again, with his head down, like a child who had done something wrong, and said, “Do you think I can do whatever I want?” I’m sorry.
I regret being so hard on him.
“Can you eat with me? I’m sorry.
And I waved, and Leng made a hot meal and surrounded him.
“You’re very kind, miss.”
Honolulu has pear vortex, and smiles are always naturally sweet.
I didn’t know that he was causing pity, the moment when the tears fell, or even the rading of his mouth,
It’s all practiced.
So he pretended to ask me if I could stay with him for lunch.
I promise soon.
And there is no doubt that he was just lonely.
“Don’t say a few words to me later,” and I stood up to my chin and he took a bite of my face and laughed, “We’re already family.” I’m sorry.
“That’s Jojo?” He came out.
“It doesn’t sound bad,” I said, “but you’re quick, and you’ve called me that many times in your heart. I’m sorry.
Honolulu denied that he wanted to bow down and continue to eat.
I had a big head, whistling to scratch him, “Don’t admit it, huh?”
He smiled like a vibrating pattern.
“Ha, ha, ha, give me a break, Jojo. I’m sorry.
By the time it came to pass, I had pressed him on the bed.
His tears were flashing, his eyes were red, and his chest was suffocating because he laughed.
Aware of something wrong, he blinked unconsciously.
Jojo, Honolulu, “Please be gentle with me. I’m sorry.
It’s like a little sheep that’s been slaughtered, it’s itching.
23
The joke was a little too much. I didn’t know how to get in there. It’s hurried, like a bad vibe.
“Can I come, miss? I’m sorry.
It seems that a cloud has been cast between the silhouettes, and that the hair is so high that the end is as strong as the eyes and cuts the air.
I left the bed quietly and walked to him.
“Don’t forget our deal, JoJo! ‘Hinsan shouted with joy one second before we stepped out of our room.’
It’s a bit more lull around the lotus.
Lin! Slow down!”
He had long legs and was in a hurry, and I ran all the way back.
After catching up with him who slowed down, I felt low air pressure and scratched my cheek: “Why are you dressed so formal, Lotus?”
“To celebrate the Miss’s admission to school,” after opening the door to the room, he bowed and stood by, “I have a gift for you. I’m sorry.
A determined and serious look.
And We became nervous in his sight, for no reason: “What is it?” I’m sorry.
“I’ll get it. Close your eyes. I’m sorry.
And when you do what you say, the lotus laughs, “Miss, there’s really no sense of crisis.” I’m sorry.
I don’t think “because you’re a lot of money.” I’m sorry.
“Does that mean that the lady considers me special? I’m sorry.
But when I heard that, I naturally appeared in my mind as a sesame.
Must be light and charming.
“Of course. I’m sorry.
The one that landed with my answer was the familiar scent.
It’s like a hug from Lotus without a real one, and it’s a fantasy and it’s so soft.
“You can open your eyes now, miss. “Sileen’s finger was also pressed on the head of the perfume bottle, and he was behind him and was shaking the August green outside the window.
There are a lot of fragrances in the courtyard and they float into the house, but none of them are so reassuring.
I took this special gift, dearly and dearly, and the perfume bottles reflected in the sun, as if they were dreams.
Selene suggested I spray it in the air and then he went into the fog.
We have the same scent now.
Like some brand, some proof.
The Lotus rises like it’s in the scent.
The twitching line became clearer, and the sun favoured him, jumping from behind and kissing his long hair.
“The lady will return to me before the fragrance is blown out.” I’m sorry.
But what he meant didn’t just come home from school.
24
In the morning of the day the freshman was reported, Sileen was at the door.
The long figure seems to be falling.
I am aware that we have not been separated for a day since we met with the Lotus.
“JoJoe Jo, you smell like Brother Lin. I’m sorry.
Breathe on the side neck, it tickles.
I turned my head, and the forehead was almost resemblanced to Honolulu. Almost jumped.
“Too close! I’m sorry.
His hands were folded and his eyes were sincere: “I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
“…it’s okay. I’m sorry.
I took a look at Honolulu.
In recent times, Auntie Ling has been instructed to devote more effort to improving his food, and the young are still thin, but do not appear to have lost their bones before.
And it’s a lot of fun. Out of a state where no one talks to except me. Sometimes through his room, he was able to hear from Auntie Ling.
Honolulu seemed weak, and I didn’t know until recently, but he was born months before me.
He got in the car and he kept getting upset, and I wanted to ease his tension.
“Looking forward to school life, brother?”
As a result, Brother just exited a syllable, and he was blushing like a boiled tomato.
“Don’t tease me. * His arms crossed his face and squeezed into the corner, with only shy eyes flashing. *
Cute.
Who knows his mask hasn’t been out for a week, and it’s been broken in the alley after school.
25
A few days before the start of school.
I didn’t reveal my own gang background.
But today, I was in the hallway talking with Honolulu, and a tall boy came in front of me and hit him on the shoulder, and his eyes were dirty after the lenses: “You didn’t get out of here, you didn’t get two fleshs, you got a bone on me! I’m sorry.
I know this man. White parents.
‘Cause even my dad thinks he’s a kid and he talks about him a lot.
But how did Honolulu interact with the White House?
He never spoke about his life, nor about the pain of the past.
I think of the little son of the white family who had no idea when he disappeared.
“Why aren’t you talking? * And I’m so proud of you * I’m sorry.
“You’re Jojo.” It’s really pretty. I’m sorry.
His hands were strangled to death.
“It’s pretty strong.” I’m sorry.
He came to Honolulu and said, “If you don’t come to me after school…”
It’s not finished, but it’s on me.
“Look again and dig your eyes.” I’m sorry.
White Zhu is clearly unsatisfied and shrugged and still is the face of a hanging son: “Yo, it’s tough.” I’m sorry.
26
“I’ll pick you up after school. The bodyguard will take us home. After Baek Zhao left, I turned to Honolulu.
We’re not in a class.
But he just smiled and didn’t talk.
27
I’m still in the last class, but I’m not happy.
Uninvitedly, he was found outside the window. Baek-joon’s chasing after us. Looks like he’s in a bad mood.
Honolulu ran into an alley and disappeared from my sight.
I remember it was a dead end. I stood up:
“Sorry teacher, I’m leaving early. I’m sorry.
Then he ran out of sight, in shock, and rushed to Sileen.
28
Although different from what was feared, the scene was scary enough.
Jojo, are you here?
It should be a picture of harmony if he can be ignored in the face of the white bellows and the white bellies.
White Zhum swayed to the ground in twisted positions. It’s not very clear that the sound of the plea is coming — his front teeth are gone.
Don’t argue, brother. I’m sorry.
White Zhuang’s bones were broken and his head could not be turned, so he remained in my direction.
The hyena was cut and blood spilled into the left eye, dripping on the face.
“Well, you’ve always had a bad understanding. * He shrugged his shoulders, seemed sorry, and measured white eyes with his finger. *
After seeing the other vibrating, he started laughing and shaking his head.
And as I walked, my left eye was still red.
“I’m sorry, JoJo, I didn’t do anything wrong. I wanted to wait for you before school. I’m sorry.
He recovered his pompous tone and reached out his hand to me at a blood-stained ground station from one step away.
29
I haven’t been able to respond yet.
The sound of the brakes tightens people’s nerves.
“Go home, young master.”
Honolulu was put on his shoulder by a group of men in black.
He said that the pledge was inaccurate and that he seemed to have foreseen it and did not resist.
It’s still a bit of a trickle-down.
I guess I can guess Baek Chong has a locator, so the White House can find it so quickly.
I have one on me, after all.
Drizzle drops.
I turned towards the alley, ignoring the sound of hissing. Selene, wait there.
“Lian, did you know? I’m sorry.
“What does Miss mean?”
Selene pulls out her umbrella, takes it easy and turns it around, and pulls it over my head. Like a pretty swordflower.
Everything about Honolulu, I looked at him without blinking, “Don’t lie to me, Lin. I’m sorry.
“Missy, answer me a question first.” “What were you thinking when he reached out with his hand?” I’m sorry.
Remembering Honolulu’s face, he was as desperate as a gambler.
He’s about to feel like he’s pinning some big decisions on my choice.
“To hold his hand. And so I responded.
“Want to hold his hand?” Shellen said it in cold, and then laughed.
He caressed my face with his fingertips, and his eyes filled with cold: “Cut down to you.” I’m sorry.
Say your fingers up and cover my eyes.
I don’t know whose heart’s beating, it’s so loud.
“Lynn, what are you doing?” I saw him with his eyebrow in my fingernails, as if he was disgruntled.
Sileen turned his head and his nostrils were near my neck, and he didn’t put them on it, but he ran into my collar.
It tickles.
“I’m checking if the scent of the lady has faded. I’m sorry.
After explaining it, he found oxygen as if he were drowning on the bottom of the sea — a deep smell.
30 Before the Fall.
(1)
There are a lot of children in the White House.
And there can only be one heir.
The old man used to say that.
I don’t want to call him Dad. I don’t want to call him Paik.
So in bed, Joaquin asked me what my name was.
“Golden, give birth.”
It sounds like it’s far away from the white house and with the fragrance of plants.
The towel put on my face, it’s so warm.
There’s only pure fear in those eyes.
She’s so clean.
(2)
Unlike Joe’s father, there are many women.
My mom is the most beautiful of them. Cutting the water, the world is a miracle.
“Hinson, your eyes are like Mom. I’m sorry.
“That’s great! Mama’s eyes are the most beautiful! I’d like to thank you for your help.
The White House’s gates are a source of concern.
“Mom, shall we live here? I’m sorry.
“Don’t be afraid, Dad will be nice to us. * She caressed my face. *
The fact is that after entering the White House, she did not even see the person a few times.
So the eyes of those who are proud are covered with ashes. It is no longer possible to speak of love.
She was poisoned.
And then crazy.
Weak and innocent victims.
Poor thing.
(3)
Of course I’m not getting any better.
“Looked like a little fox. It’s so annoying. * White Zhao is the old man’s favorite son who hates me.*
But I’ll listen to whatever he says. I don’t have a choice.
“To stay in the basement for one more day and give your mother another meal. “The white kids pushed me.
I fell down and cried out.
“The little foxes.” I’m sorry.
(4)
The day we got out of the basement, there was snow.
Mom’s body was in the pavilion, with the same fate as the dead branch lying next to her.
No, the twig will be washed away.
She was not buried.
When you’re sober, you care about your image. But he’s covered in dirt, starving to death in winter.
“Why?” I asked White Chong.
“I can’t do it if I don’t eat it,” she says, “Oh, I said more about your son in the basement. She thought she’d see you without it. I’m sorry.
When I was with him, I moved my heart.
But how can chronically malnourished bodies beat him?
Think of other ways.
(5)
The day I was picked up by Joe, I estimated that the poison would work, and I ran away from the White House.
I found an opportunity to touch the kitchen and poison the white family’s water at an incremental dose.
Don’t even think about running.
Their bodies will gradually step down, but they will not immediately suspect me.
After all, it worked very slowly, and I was long gone when they found out.
I tried a lot of them myself when I was cooking.
I can’t fail to try. I need to know what kind of poison can slowly be tortured silently.
It’s okay to die. I have nothing to lose.
I fell on the sun a second before I lost consciousness in the nearby park.
The girl was then in the light, waved at me, and her eyes were tender.
“Don’t be afraid, you’re safe. “She’s slapping on my back.”
(6)
It’s good to be weak, because Jojo is soft.
I could be a puppy.
As long as she likes.
(7)
Anything?
João, you have no idea how greedy a man can be.
I want you.
It’s hard to climb out of the dark and be attracted to the light.
How can this warmth be easily abandoned?
(8)
Ask João if she’ll be able to stay with me for dinner, and I’ll go through the window and look at her.
It’s burning jealousy, and it’s stronger than any poison I make.
He’s so annoying.
The man pressed his hand in the window to the bone.
Let’s get him mad.
João says there’s no need to pay her respect.
“That ..JoJoe?” I called her, “Deeply.” It’s like a thousand times in your heart.
When she tickled me, I went to the right and led her to the bed.
The men who were pushed down and saw a shadow burst in anger.
Without a sense of taste and satisfaction, the throat soars a sweet.
“Don’t forget our deal, Jojo!”
I tried my best to make a final provocation against Selene and then fell down on my knees when he pulled Joe out of the house.
Look at the blood from the palms and laugh.
If I’ve tried so many poisons and I’ve been resistant, it’s painful. The white family is expected to suffer worse.
(9)
I want to dig white eyes.
But not in front of João.
In the alley, she stood firmly outside the reach of the blood stain and her face was in doubt.
When I reached out to her, I heard the night I pulled her hand on her cheek, the cell phone ringing:
J’ai I’impression
I don’t know.
♪ I feel ♪
It’s falling.
Forget it, if it’s destined to fall into the abyss.
I don’t want to pull you together, João.
Hold my hand, could be dragged into the mud.
You should be in the clouds.
(10)
Those of us who cannot see the light, who walk under the sun for too long, are prone to ashes.
Will João be sad for me?
Probably. Dead dog. She’s sad.
That level on it.
Nothing will be destroyed.
Except for my love.
31
I hear it’s been a long time since Honolulu became the White House owner.
That day I was a grown-up and a Hummer was at the entrance to school at noon.
As if nothing had happened, the crowd waved at me: “JoJojo, come and have lunch with me!” I’m sorry.
The crowd was pulled away by his words, leaving the path automatically.
I went to my head, and I refused, and I saw Selene, unconscious, on the side of the co-pilot.
The Honson’s finger tiger stood against his artery, but the smiling face seemed innocent.
“Are you coming?”
32
When I got in the car, Honolulu waved, and someone took the silent.
“He’s all right,” he saw me sitting in the back seat, and he came over with a smile, and he found me worried about looking out the window, “It’s easy to poison him, Jojo, but I don’t want to piss you off. I’m sorry.
“I can’t hurt you,” he said to himself, “I just can’t.” I’m sorry.
I looked at the young man as if he had been injured and disheartened and showed the first impression that he had never met again: “Hoon, you look bad.” I’m sorry.
“That’s why I need you to eat with me. I’m sorry.
He did not follow the logic of replying and turned his face to one side and whispered something.
I didn’t hear you.
33
Years later, before his gravestone.
I stood up with flowers, and I blew my hair like Honolulu was saying hi.
And that’s when I figured out that he was talking about…
“My last meal. I’m sorry.
34
The driver was ordered to drive very slowly.
On the way from school to the White House, Honolulu said a lot of things by me in detail.
“I’m the owner now, aren’t I?
“At least in your memories, I wish I was a Honolulu, not a Honolulu.
“JoJoJoe, my mom is beautiful. I wish you could meet her.
“It’s snowing and I hate snow. I’m sorry.
He was talking about shrunk shoulders.
I put a scarf on Honolulu.
The moment when he returns to his seat, he sees the horns of his mouth.
He did it on purpose.
“Do you mind giving me a little bit of temperature?” He asked a symbolic question, and quickly lifted up the corner of the scarf and covered me up.
The cover is full of smiles.
I wanted to say he was childish, and I touched his eyes.
Excessive tenderness and falsehood, and the sight of the dying.
35
After dinner, he sent me out, still wearing that scarf.
The gates are mighty, but it is not clear why the whole white family is lined up like a casket to be joined.
It’s snowy enough to blur the light.
His hands were on his lips, coughing twice, and he changed his other hand, and he waved off from me.
“Why do you hate snow?” I’m sorry.
He had a moment of silence: “Since the snow…for me, it always means the end. I’m sorry.
“However, today’s snow is not bad, Jojo,” he looks, holds up my hair and solemnly falls for the next kiss, and says, “If he were in the snow together, his life would have been white.” I’m sorry.
The snow fell on the hyena, as did the white velvet on the Christmas tree.
His eyes were wet with love and despair. All of a sudden, he coughed so hard that the bodyguard pulled me away and pushed me in the car.
Honolulu! The window was locked and I beat him.
The last impression was that the scarf on his skinny shoulder was like a cape and rolled into the snow.
As soon as he got away, he disappeared behind the door.
A few minutes after the car came out, the white house was on fire.
In the tears, I tried so hard to remember the way he looked at me before turning around.
I wish I’d met you earlier.
36
It’s so blue, like a lie.
When I got home, I cried to death.
It smells like winter. It smells like cedar, wood, frost, cranberry.
Now it smells like my tears. Sharp and bitter.
“Don’t cry,” he smote me in the back, like when I was little, “I’ll always be with the lady.” I’m sorry.
But Lotus.
Being in a gang, you shouldn’t talk about anything forever.
37
The day I finished my exams, I walked into the weird yard.
That should not be the atmosphere, even if all of us are on mission.
Before I pushed the door, I had a little bit of spirit.
Halfway through the door, there’s a handshake.
Bully, straight to the door. It’s fast and hard.
But when I took it down, I was just laughing and talking to each other, “Is this a test, Lotus?”
Sileen’s last punched in a different direction, hand in my waist.
And drew me near, and raised his eyelids and smiled: Yes. You’re out of school, miss. I’m sorry.
38
The father later died early in his life. I’m young to become a new homemaker.
I was glorified by every man for my skill and ability, but I did not know how I was squeezed behind my back by Sileen in order to manage the family of Joe.
“The shipment of Jiangdong is ready. I’m sorry.
Selene came back to life.
“Worried, Lotus.” I pretended to wear nail polish, but I was so nervous.
He kneeled on my foot on a beautiful carpet: “I’ll do it, miss.” I’m sorry.
To this day, everyone else calls me boss, only he insists on calling me miss.
He’s so good on his knees.
I shake my head and throw out the wrong idea behind my head.
It feels like if there’s no air flow, it’s the fact that the lilies have carefully painted their nails and snored at my fingertips.
We drew back our hands: “There is no need for this. It is time for you to clear up the goods.” I’m sorry.
“Oh, that’s so sweet.” He slows around behind me, bit off his gloves, and his bone is in my jaw, “Where’s my reward?” I’m sorry.
“You’re coming again! I’m sorry.
And when he felt me in the air, he laughed low: “You’re too nervous. Take it easy, lady. I’m sorry.
“Ooh…”
39
The Red Dragon League and our family have not been able to deal with it, and this time the two boys are fighting on their land, and the head of the other side wants me to do it.
It’s no big deal. It’s a Hongmen dinner.
I’m picking up a weapon to be a hand.
“The terms of the Red Dragon League are that I go alone, and they let go,” and I turn around and slap him on the shoulder, and I say, “The master will sooner or later be alone, Lotus.” I’m sorry.
“Miss wants to risk her life? He held my wrist against me.
Don’t stop me, huh?
Then came a smelt, and We fell down on his arms, dazzling.
“When you wake up again, everything will be resolved.” He’s got a kiss in my eyebrow, and his soft voice flows with the moonlight, “Sleep, lady. I’m sorry.
40
And when I woke up, a couple of skinheads stood by my bed with their heads upside down, their hands folded and their hands folded.
“I’m sorry! It’s trouble for the boss! When I opened my eyes, they cried out like a flood.
“Why fight with Red Dragons?” I’m sorry.
“They say bad things about you. I’m sorry.
It’s not like primary school, they’re primary school.
“What did I say? I’m sorry.
“You’re in a position of master with a little white face. You’re the boss! Besides, where’d you get that? “It was only after a reminder that the Splendid face of one side was so beautiful that the most open-minded brother was angry.
41
“The Red Dragon League is settled,” Siletin drove them out and locked the door, “Don’t force yourself, you and me.” I’m sorry.
“You are Miss, I am your Deacon. You’re the owner, I’m your best man. I’m sorry.
Sileen’s words were calm and calm, and his eyes were pierced with pure snow above the top of the mountain.
“I am yours, always. I’m sorry.
And We raised his face, and saw in his eyes a reflection of his own, and smiled.
“It’s time to give you a name, Lin. I’m sorry.
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Case number: YXX13weGYNswmeA4lSB4p2
I just want to work as a girl.
Green, wait!
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
