Mitsutake silently approached the madrigal. He felt like he had learned something again. He thought, not to mention that Li Zi ascended to the sky in one step, this Wu Yu's connections alone are very scary, he is not only familiar with administration, but also can manipulate logistics, and he is also quickly promoted to the deputy general banner, upward, he can win the trust of the general banner, and downward, he can squander guests, throw money and gather righteousness, and buy the hearts of those who are long. There is no shortage of assets and connections, and it also occupies the high ground of information, and it seems that no one can compete with Wu Yu. Guangwu asked himself, even he, the rich second generation, was ashamed of himself, and the poor man of Muge could still fight with Wu Yu to a draw?

Guangwu couldn't figure it out. He thought about it for a long time, and felt that the reason was probably that as a clear-eyed person, he preferred to follow pastoral songs rather than follow Wu Yu. It's a hazy feeling, as if the compass will always stop in a general direction after a flurry of spins—this is the direction of the heart.

Wu Yu can gather righteousness, but pastoral songs dare to communicate with each other. Guangwu felt that this was the reason why he preferred pastoral songs. Madrigal enlisted in the army with nothing, but he was able to give people a sense of security. Although Pastoral's wisdom borders on evil, he is always honest. He felt that Madrigal was different from Wu Yu.

"You are no different from Wu Yu. Mr. Mu. The female captives sat down on the madrigal's bed with their legs crossed, trying to sit upright. Her arms were cuffed behind her back, and her hair was still dripping from her collarbone. As the maid that Pastoral "won", she was forcibly washed, handheld and handkold, and sent to Pastoral Song's bed, and her body still smelled of disinfectant water.

"I'm far worse than him. Wu Yu's father worked in the affairs department of the God of War Temple. He can do whatever he wants. I can only catch up. Madrigal stood at the table two meters away, looking down at the maid's papers. A thin light draped over him.

"You're the same color as him. The female captive raised her pointed chin and sneered proudly: "It's just that he is ready to conquer me with hormones, and you are ready to conquer me with nobility." You're also measuring my bust in your head. ”

Pastoral Ge was excited, wondering how she knew, put down the document and looked back, only to see the female prisoner blindfolded by a black ribbon, but with a contemptuous face, without the fear of a blind person. Madrigal doubted that she could see through the mind.

"You're from Vega, you're a heart weaver?" asked Madrigal. Combined with her various charming demeanors, Madrigal quickly speculated on her identity. He had heard that the Milky Way's Heartweaver had a reputation as the "Flower of Death" and could read brain waves.

The female captive suddenly stopped squeaking. She bluffed harder to make a look of disdain, showing that she had seen through the madrigal's indescribable subtleties.

"Heartweavers, a wonderful group that can't be married," the Promotion Guide writes resentfully, "a wonderful profession from the galaxy, and it is said that under their breathtaking gaze, your brain waves reveal your state like an electrocardiogram. They would brutally drive their shivering husbands to the foot of a cornered wall, and then scavenge the last bundle of money from their most indescribable position. If they want to please you, you will get the most intimate bribe in the universe, but let go of unrealistic illusions, because the Heartweavers are beautiful but uncared for, and you can imagine the shadow they leave on the men who know how to retreat. ”

Madrigal decided to experiment. He silently recited in his heart: "I will give up my fame and fortune to serve you, eat, drink and be merry with you for the rest of my life, and ask you for more advice for the rest of my life." ”

The female prisoner continued to disdain: "Men are all the way, despicable, shameless, filthy and obscene. ”

Pastoral Song pierced her: "You're afraid you're a fake heart weaver." Like the Spirit Squirrel, it can only sense brain waves, and cannot be deciphered. Stop pretending, get out of the shower. ”

"You ......" The female prisoner didn't expect Mu Ge to be so professional, her face turned red with anger, she frowned and struggled twice with her handcuffed hands, and then looked up in vain and scolded him: "You are pretending, you are pretending! What you want to do most now is to mate." The desire to reproduce fills the room like poison gas. ”

Heartweavers can smell emotions. She firmly believes in her conclusions, but it sounds like she is not willing to be lonely.

Madrigal pounced on her and pushed her down. The mattress creaked hard, and the female prisoner's breathing suddenly became rapid, and her chest was rising and falling. Her skin is full of elasticity.

"You're right...... After seeing your face and figure clearly, I couldn't even take a step, so there was the next farce. But I want to ask you something. Madrigal told the truth as he reached under her waist with his hands under her waist to untie her shackles. The girl's body temperature is delicate and oppressive.

"I won't start with. You ask in vain. The girl regained her composure and coldness on the execution ground. She thought to herself, Pastoral is really a well-dressed beast, and when she takes off her clothes, she reveals the face of a beast.

"I want to ask, how can an ordinary secretary have such an ethereal expression, as if the samurai who have added firewood to you are nothing, and if you have been brainwashed, you should appear proud, fanatical, and determined, rather than calm, condescending, or even indifferent. Madrigal's hands groped under the girl's body and watched her expression.

The female captive's expression stiffened for a moment, and then softened, revealing a rare weakness and shyness: "Actually...... Acrophobia. I was stunned. Her face was flushed, and the attitude of bowing her head made Muge's heart suddenly soft and weak.

With a "click", Madrigal finally untied the handcuffs under her body, bent down and opened her shackles again, threw the shackles to the foot of the wall, and then stood up: "The case has been solved, so it turned out to be like this." Let's go to the shower and wash off the smell of disinfectant. If you sleep by yourself today, you're going to smoke me to death. ”

"You ......" the female prisoner was so angry that she couldn't speak. She originally thought that Pastoral was particularly rare for her, and it was inevitable that the deer would collide in her heart, and when she was desperately resisting, Pastoral expressed dislike for her. She seemed to have been suddenly demoted to a commoner, and she suddenly didn't fit in.

"You can't smell the sour smell of disinfectant? The whole bed is spicy. Madrigal pinched her nose in disgust, walked to the sofa with her papers, and announced authoritarianly: "It's enough for you to pollute the bed, you sleep there." Warning, don't go near my couch, or you'll have to take it down and wash it all. ”

What the pastoral says makes a lot of sense.

The female prisoner felt that the fawn in her heart had been knocked to death. It was infuriating that she could not refute the madrigal. But when she rubbed her wrist that had regained her freedom, and moved her hands and feet to feel the elasticity of the mattress, she was even more surprised by Madrigal's self-control. Then the joy of regaining freedom, the curiosity full of surprise, also came one after another, like foam rushing to the surface of the water. In the awkward coldness, she used the ability of the Mind Weaver to secretly feel the emotions in the air, and found that the enthusiasm for animal reproduction still filled the room, but only intensified, while Madrigal flipped through the materials in the light. "The information is obviously correct. She thought, "Am I crooked?"

"You...... Do you think I'm not beautiful?" the female captive asked Madrigal angrily, using the method of elimination, to arrive at the most irritating answer.

"You're bubbly. How can a heart weaver not be tempting?" Pastoral Ge crossed Erlang's legs, flipped through the documents, and then Tian Tian shamelessly explained: "But you are just a maid, if I mess with you, I won't be able to marry the daughter of a wealthy family, so how can I be promoted." If you stay away from me, ruining people's future is tantamount to killing their parents. I'm warning you. ”

Truth. Madrigal makes no secret of his vulgarity. He didn't even look up at her as he flipped through the materials.

"It turns out that he is both a pervert and a bastard. "The female prisoner wanted to kill the man. She snorted vigorously, and when she turned her head to get out of bed, her long hair threw an arc and spilled her anger to the ground.

"Your name is Roujia?" Madrigal's voice floated from behind him.

"Yes!!" Roujia slammed the bathroom door shut. The sound of water soon came, and the glare of the heating lamp cast her charming silhouette on the frosted glass.