Chapter 12

The vast sea is boundless, under the blue sky and white clouds, Zhang He stood by the yacht guardrail, he looked at the calm deep sea and thoughtfully.

After defeating Roberto himself, did he really fall into a coma due to serious injuries?

"What do you want?" Liao Poppy leaned against the guardrail and handed Zhang He a glass of orange juice, the salty sea breeze blowing, stirring the black hair and bikini ties on her shoulders.

On the other side of the boat, Thuria fishes with the faithful knight Peanut by his side, while Christine is on the second floor of the yacht, receiving Fusheng's education in orthodox British magic.

"Forgot something. Zhang He said with a smile.

Zhang He knew that he had forgotten a very, very important thing, which must be related to little Christine.

But what the hell is going on, he has no idea at all, he doesn't suspect that this is his own delusion, because he is a mage who can modify people's memories.

"Maybe my brain was broken, and I remembered it after a while. Zhang He shook the orange juice in his hand, and the ice cubes shook and collided, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

No matter how many times he asked, the answer given by Fusheng and Shuria was that he was seriously injured and unconscious after the war, and little Christine was successfully rescued and accompanied him throughout his coma.

And he didn't find any traces of spiritual magic left on Shuriya and Fusheng's bodies.

"I was in Sophia that day, is that person really you?" Liao Poppy couldn't help but ask, she had the answer in her heart, but she still wanted to confirm it once.

"Why do you want to report me. ”

"No, by the way, my boss is very interested in you, and she wants me to be an intermediary and keep in touch with you. Liao Poppy flipped his hands. I was a little nervous, afraid of arousing Zhang He's disgust.

"How did she know you knew me?" Zhang He grabbed Liao Poppy's slippery and white waist and glanced at the second-layer guardrail, so as to prevent little Christine from appearing by the guardrail and seeing his unruly side.

After all, he doesn't mind what little Christine thinks of him, and he cares about his image in little Christine's heart.

"I didn't say that she was a world-class intelligence dealer with eyes all over the world, but I can assure you that she only knows that I know you, but not your true identity. Liao Poppy didn't mind, just glanced at Zhang He.

"She doesn't know if I'm close to you, she should just think of you as a guest. ”

"It's not a guest, it's just a white prostitute, I've never been on such a high-end yacht in my life, the beauty bag eats and drinks and plays, I can go back and blow with my friends for half a year." Zhang He laughed after speaking.

Liao Poppy glanced at Zhang He, "In the future, I will call you a slut Zhang, now take your hand off my waist immediately, otherwise I will take you to fish for sharks, and I won't be able to kill you anyway." ”

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At noon, Liao Poppy and Little Christine were cooking together in the yacht kitchen, during which Liao Poppy kept observing Little Christine.

Christine is the most beautiful Western girl she has ever seen, and she has a temperament that makes people can't help but want to be close and cared for.

Weak and moving, but not moved by the kitchen knife cutting fingers, after a glance, he immediately bandaged it cleanly, did not look at the second time, and continued to concentrate on learning cooking from her.

It is not too troublesome, and there is no complaint of fishy smell when handling the internal organs of the fish, and there is no rejection when the internal organs are taken out of the stomach of the fish.

Liao Poppy came to the conclusion that little Christine didn't think of herself as a girl who should be cared for at all.

Liao Poppy, who learned about Christine's life experience from Xiu Ruiya, felt more and more sorry for Christine.

"Little Christine, your eyes are so beautiful. Liao Poppy has been conquered by the brilliant gold and bright clear water in Christine's eyes.

Liao Poppy has seen countless Western men and women, but whether they are the heirs of a noble magical family, or the heirs of some noble ancient bloodline, the princes and princesses of a country, etc., their golden eyes are not as pure as Christine.

When little Christine stood on the deck in the early morning and looked at the boundless ocean, for a moment, she felt a trace of incomparable nobility, as if she were the true ruler of this sea.

The indifference in her eyes that the superior looked down on everything made her feel like a flat boat in a storm, humble and insignificant, and a strong sense of inferiority rose in her heart.

"Sister Liao Poppy said with a smile, you are much better looking than me, my big brother likes you very much, and so does Mr. Fusheng, I can feel that Mr. Fusheng has a good impression of you, and he will always peek at you. Christine smiled sweetly.

Liao Poppy looked at Fusheng who was sitting on the sofa, and Fusheng looked away from her and looked at the sea.

Fusheng is blonde and blue-eyed, and the stubble on his chin makes him look full of vicissitudes.

His eyes are half-narrowed, as if he is awake but not awake, he is a typical decadent European and American uncle, if he has a full score of 10, Liao Poppy gives 9.5 points.

Fusheng didn't hide himself, even Peanut could see that his young master had a good impression of Liao Poppy, a mature and enchanting oriental beauty, not to mention Xiu Ruiya, so Xiu Ruiya wanted Zhang He to be the middleman.

But Zhang He refused without thinking about it, after all, Liao Poppy definitely couldn't have the idea of getting married.

Liao Poppy calls herself a female thief and is a woman who pursues excitement.

She likes to travel around the world, likes to challenge all kinds of extreme sports, likes cool sports cars, likes exquisite luxury, likes to show off her hot body, and if she can wear less, she won't wear more.

Spending money like dirt, how much money is spent on it, how can Liao Poppy, who worships hedonism, marry someone and live honestly.

Asking her to be a woman who runs a family is really embarrassing her.

"Little Christine, you have to learn to resist, you know, if someone dares to bully you, tell me, I will help you teach him a lesson, and use him to fish for sharks. Liao Poppy whispered in Christine's ear, and the little Christine who spit out the hot air was tickling her ears.

Little Christine snorted and looked nonchalantly at Shuria in the distance.

Shuria wore a white and gold scarf, buried her small face behind the scarf, and quietly read the history book.

She loved the scarf so much that she wouldn't give it back to Christine even if she offered it back to its rightful owner, because it was the lucky thing that gave her the courage to escape from the dragon's claws.

After turning the pages, Shuriya raised her hand, bent her fingers and gently grasped the scarf, and kissed the Chinese characters on the scarf.

As if noticing Christine's gaze, Thuria looked up and responded with a polite smile, as did Christine.

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The last round ceramic plate contains an apple.

Before serving it to Zhang He, little Christine glanced at Zhang He.

After confirming that Zhang He was not looking at him, he pressed his rosy little lips against the bright red skin of the apple.

The red lips left the apple, and little Christine bit her lower lip gently.

She looked at the pale lip prints on the apple's skin, her eyes were soft and her long eyelashes fluttered. My mind was full of pictures of my big brother biting her lip print later, and I was a little crazy for a while.

Liao Poppy saw this scene, hit Zhang He's leg with his knee, and said softly, "Heh, slut Zhang, you are not worthy of others." ”

Zhang He naturally saw it, but he pretended not to see it, after all, the conservative little Christine was very thin-skinned.

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In the evening, the sea is sparkling, the residual sun is like blood, and the night is getting thicker.

Little Christine stood at the bow of the boat, the sea breeze ruffling her long blond hair.

Zhang He stood behind Christine, his arms around her waist, his palms folded on her lower abdomen and reluctant to leave, his nose wandered between the rose blonde hair, and he kissed affectionately on her slender and graceful neck from time to time.

Every time Zhang He kisses Christine's neck, his lips will go up against his slender and graceful neck, and then kiss his cheeks and bite his cute little ears.

Another obsessive deep kiss, all the way up, this time Zhang He was finally satisfied by the helpless little Christine.

Little Christine raised her hand and put it on the side of Zhang He's face, stood on tiptoe, turned her head sideways, and kissed him lightly on the lips, like a dragonfly dotting water.

With one hand against Zhang He's face and the other wrapped in his palm, feeling the man's hot body temperature and gradually worsening snort, little Christine whispered softly, "Little Christine's body and soul belong to you, there is no need for this." ”

After speaking, little Christine didn't wait for Zhang He to speak, and responded enthusiastically with the French wet kiss that Zhang He taught her.

Under the glow of the sun, in the humid sea breeze.

The blonde girl's arms climbed up the shoulders of the Oriental man like a white snake, and she wrapped her arms around the man's neck. At first she had the upper hand, but then she completely fell, and she could only close her eyes and open her small mouth to let the man retract it, enjoying gentleness and roughness.

When he heard the footsteps and hurriedly separated from Zhang He, little Christine had a wisp of saliva on her lips that could reflect the glow.

"My Christine is terrible. "How could Zhang He let little Christine get out of his arms.

The moment the lips and tongue touch, it seems that there is a spring breeze blowing through the heart lake, like the tenderness of water.

"It's all the big brother who taught Christine. ”

"Uh-huh. ”