Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

In the golden autumn of October, the silver pine in the community fell all with dead branches, and the autumn was bleak, only the sparse red leaf heather added a bit of vivid blush.

Two old ladies one after another, carrying shopping bags, walked towards the complex.

Talking and laughing along the way, when she turned into the path of the green belt, the old lady with small curly hair suddenly remembered something: "Go behind."

Companion wondered: "What's wrong?"

The old lady with curly hair took her back and made a detour, and talked about the gossip in the community: "I heard that there is a strange person living in the 17th building."

"Why are you weird?"

The old lady's voice was not small: "A little girl, who wraps herself tightly all day long, reveals a pair of eyes. Last time Lao Wang said that she saw the girl's eyes are red, and she was braving. ."

"No, who would dare to live in this building?"

The old lady glanced back, feeling the wind gusts on her back, and quickly closed her coat: "It's really unoccupied. There is no one in this building except the little girl."

"And this weird thing? Is it possible that the girl rented a whole building by herself? I didn't buy it."

"who knows."

"..."

As the sound fades away, the setting sun will fall, and the silhouettes of people on the cobbled and gravel path are long and oblique. At the end of the road, seventeen and seventeen-story buildings are towering into the clouds.

The takeaway boy carried the bag and walked in a hurry. He looked up several times and checked the number icon on the building before he took out his cell phone and dialed: "Hey."

"Hello there."

The young girl's voice was clear and lingering, with a lazy inattention, and the tone was slightly cold.

It's really a good voice, the takeaway boy thought.

"Takeaway." The little brother had a very good attitude and said politely, "I'm under Building 17, which floor do you live on?"

"Please wait, I'll go down and get it."

There was a rustling sound on the phone, followed by the sound of closing the door.

The takeaway brother was about to say that he could take it up, when the door at the top of the 17th building was suddenly pushed open, and the little brother looked up and saw a hand.

The fingers are long and thin, white as porcelain, and the nails are neatly trimmed.

Upward, there is a face, the skin is too white, as if there is no sunshine all year round, with a three-point morbid state in it, the bridge of the nose is high but delicate, the lips are overturned, and the lips are slightly pressed, cold and alienated when not smiling.

At first glance, I just think it is too beautiful.

At the second glance, I was able to crash into those Danfeng eyes. The tails of the eyes were slender and slightly raised. The pupils were splashed with the thickest ink, three-point deep, three-point thin and cool, and the rest was the vicissitudes of cold, like a desert The stars of summer are so dazzling that people can't look away, but they dare not look at it again.

Such a young man, how desolate he came from, and how his eyes were filled with depression and emptiness that settled down after a long period of time and frost.

The little brother was stunned, staring at that face.

Patter.

The door was opened for most of the time, and the girl stepped out with a slender foot. A white ankle was exposed under the nine-point black pencil pants. She was wearing a black and white over-the-knee shirt with a gray sweater and hat inside. It was buckled on the head casually, the collarbone was looming, two strands of short hair came out of the hat of the sweater, and it was slightly messy. There was no warm color all over the body. Only the girl was wearing a pair of pink rabbit-head plush slippers.

"Yunji Noodle House?" she said, her voice as clear and cool as she was on the phone.

The takeaway brother returned to his senses and hurriedly handed over the bag: "Your takeaway."

"Thank you."

She took it, retracted the leg that had stepped out, turned and closed the door.

The hands are so cold.

The little brother realized that the place slightly rubbed by the girl's fingertips still had some residual coolness. He touched his head and walked away. After walking for a while, he couldn't help but look back. It was dark, the originally dim window was lit, and the light from the sensor lamp broke through the window, and it was almost on at the same time from the first floor to the seventh floor.

When the wind blew, the takeaway boy got goose bumps and quickly turned away.

Huh!

The door was slammed, and two pink rabbit slippers were kicked in the hallway. She pulled off the hat of her sweater and walked in with the takeaway box.

Her name is Zhou Xufang and she lives alone.

She is the only one living in the seventeenth building, not rented, the whole building belongs to her.

She lives on the seventh floor, with two households open, and a space of more than 200 square meters. At first glance, it is empty and deserted. On the left side of the hallway is the cloakroom, which is very simple. Hanging hangers made of several steel pipes, glass showcases, and various shelves are hanging. Style, clothes for any occasion, underneath is a transparent cabinet with accessories. On the right side of the entrance is the bathroom, which is also partitioned by glass, which is one-way visible, and only a corner of the oversized bathtub can be seen from the crack of the door.

Going further in, go up the third stairs, the right side is the bed, all black sheets, there is no vitality, on the floor at the end of the bed, some clothes were scattered. There are four computers on the left side, a black lacquered wood dressing table on one side, a lazy couch in the middle, a glass tea table, a projector in one corner of the table, and a delicate glass box next to it. Packed with colorful marshmallows.

The white wall, the black floor, and the two hundred square meters were all opened up. At a glance, the pink rabbit slippers in the hallway were removed, and there was no warm color, and there was no breath of popularity or fireworks.

She put down the takeaway, stood barefoot on the black plush carpet, picked a pink marshmallow from the glass box and held it in her mouth. Just biting open the outer packaging bag of disposable chopsticks, the computer on the table suddenly Self-started.

On the screen, a bunch of skulls appeared first, and then a bright yellow SpongeBob, spreading the entire screen.

The code name is Frost, the real name is ominous, the age is ominous, the identity, background, and home address are all ominous. She is Zhou Xufang's partner. Zhou Xufang has never heard her voice or seen her looks, only knows that she doesn't talk much.

"Are you up?"

Three words popped up at the bottom of the screen, in red and bold Song.

Zhou Xufang opened the takeaway bag: "Yeah."

"Taking a new job."

"I'm on vacation."

Zhou Xufang didn't look up, her hair just passed her ears, and her bangs were a little bit covering her eyes. She ate the noodles quietly, eating very well, slowly eating in small bites.

"This order is easy to do." After a while, the words on the screen scrolled out again, "It's a female customer, let's take a person, say that it is her sweetheart, and want to play a beautiful girl to save the hero." Frosty added, "Employment gold, five One hundred thousand."

Zhou Xufang's chopsticks stopped for a moment, his long eyelashes hung down, and the outline of his head down looked softer.

After a while, the SpongeBob on the screen jumped twice, and Frostdrop asked: "Pick up?"

She took a bite of noodles: "Take it."

No harm to the world, no murder or arson, and everything else, as long as you can make money.

The next day happened to be fifteen, the moon was very round, the sky full of stars circled the full moon, and the whole city was covered by a layer of light and soft light. The bright lights came on, and it was noisy and lively.

In the elegantly decorated clubhouse, ancient paintings painted on the walls, carved hollow flowers, Corinthian Roman columns along the road, and flowers of various colors, in the corridors, a light floral fragrance lingers.

This is a flower for the occasion, but it's not timely.

The lobby manager of the clubhouse hurriedly trot all the way, instructing the waiters one by one: "Hurry up, put all the roses away."

The foreman heard the sound and was puzzled: "Manager, why do you want to collect all the flowers suddenly?"

The manager frowned in anxiety, pulled his tie, and wiped the sweat from his neck with the square scarf in his pocket: "There is a little ancestor who is coming over, and no one can smell the roses."

Ancestor?

In the high-level clubs, there are noble people, and the foreman doesn’t know who it is, and asks the manager: "Who?"

The manager knelt down and picked up the rose petals that fell on the ground: "The ancestor of the Jiang family."

Now, the foreman knew.

There is only one person who dares to be called the ancestor in the Jiang family of the imperial capital. No one knows the youngest of the Jiang family. Speaking of that beauty...

The manager urged: "Hurry up, the people are almost there, you should be a little bit sharper, don't leave a single flower."

After touching for more than ten minutes, the manager answered the phone and hurriedly took several deputy managers to the elevator to welcome people.

Ding--

The elevator door opened, and no one was seen. First, he heard his coughing, one after another, slightly suppressed.

When the elevator door is fully opened, the slender figure is illuminated by the glazed lamp in the corridor, and the person is backlit against the side wall of the elevator on the left. The long black windbreaker is over the knee, and there is a pair of high-profile leather shoes underneath. A white shirt and leisure Trousers, no tie, a loose button at the neckline, and a long neck. Because of the cough, the apple knot was stained slightly crimson, rolling gently.

He lowered his head, still coughing, his slender hands pressed against his collarbone, because he coughed so badly that even his nails were lightly red.

The manager greeted him sideways and yelled respectfully: "Shao Jiang."

There are so many young masters from the Jiang family's concubine, only this one is called Young Master Jiang, and the rest naturally have to be given names, which shows the difference between inferiority and respect.

The man in the elevator raised his head, his hair was trimmed casually, his contours were smoother, his bones were extremely beautiful, his skin was fair, he had just finished coughing, his slightly pursed lips were blushing, and his cheeks were dyed thinly. Lust, three-point pathology, three-point charming, three-point charming, and one point of careless laziness.

Partial life, he also gave birth to a pair of standard peach eyes, with a slight pink around them, the eyes are like peach blossoms, water vapor, the ends of the eyes are slightly raised, the black and white in the pupils are not clear, giving people a kind of drunk but not drunk. Hazy feeling. Such an appearance, with a frown and a smile, is exquisite everywhere, and the beauty is shocking.

This is the youngest member of the Jiang family, Jiang Zhi, the first beauty of the imperial capital, with three steps and a panting, five steps and a cough. He is really a delicate and delicate, sickly beauty, such a charming person, but there is no trace of beauty. Girlishness, those peachy eyes, lifted and restrained, laziness and indifference are full of jealousy, not fierce, it is the alienation and nobleness cultivated by aristocrats.

The manager is a man. It’s not the first time he has seen this beauty. He just froze, and it took a long time to find his voice: "I, I will lead you over."

The manager stammered nervously. He was respectful and afraid of this young master. Everyone knew that this ancestor had a bad temper, which made him unhappy.

Jiang Zhi gave a faint hum, lifted his eyelids, and looked lazy, as if he hadn't awakened, opened his legs, very slender, but walked very slowly.

"Cough cough cough."

He arched his back slightly, covered his mouth and nose and coughed lightly, his eyebrows frowned, and his hair on his forehead was slightly messed up, making him sick.

In front of him, the pace of the manager leading the way was slow and slow, walking very slowly for a short distance, and he just rolled in a cold sweat inexplicably.

Pushing open the door of the box, the first thing that catches your eyes is Jianmeixing's face, and the manager yells: "Xue Shao."

Xue Baoyi, the second child of the Xue family.

His mother gave him a tough face and took the name of a young lady, saying that she had a fetal dream and wanted to give birth to a little daughter. Who wants to have a baby. At this moment, Xue Baoyi is sitting at the poker table. In the dimly lit box, he has blue-violet highlights and garish hair, a sturdy silhouette, and a cigarette in his mouth shouting: "Brother Zhi is here."

Jiang Zhi's grandmother is a lady of a famous family, and there are some old habits in the family. Boys call brothers and girls call sisters. Those who are acquainted with each other like to ridicule.

Xue Baoyi and Jiang Zhi are young, and the two have business dealings. They met when they wore open pants.

Today’s game was organized by Xue Baoyi. The circle of the imperial capital is said to be small, but it is divided into three or six or nine grades. Jiang Zhi is the most expensive among the nobles. If it weren’t for Xue Baoyi and today’s birthday star, it’s iron porcelain. Naturally, this little ancestor could not be invited.

When the second generation ancestors in a room saw people, they shouted to Jiang Shao, with a little intent to please.

Jiang Zhi raised his eyelids lazily: "Pick me all the cigarettes, it's smoky."

Xue Baoyi laughed with him: "It's up to you, it's up to you." He shouted that the second generation ancestors had pinched their cigarettes, and he threw a card out, "Play two?"

The smell of tobacco in the box was not exhausted, Jiang Zhi coughed twice, picked a clean place, and slumped sickly: "I haven't lost enough last time?"

Xue Baoyi touched a card and smiled arrogantly: "Isn't this trying to get back to the roots."

Jiang Zhi ignored him, lying sloppily, squinting listlessly, with a sick look, peachy eyes like sleeping but not sleeping like drunk and not drunk, always like not waking up, Xue Baoyi knows his temper, also Don't bother him, order him a glass of milk.

But there are always ignorant ones.

For example, the little son of the Deng family brought a woman over, so it’s fine to bring it, not a safe one. As soon as the woman came in, her eyes stuck to Jiangzhi's body, and the waves on her chest were about to be bent by her. The action was squeezed.

Jiang Zhi held a goblet and drank milk slowly.

The woman took a bottle of red wine, and sat on the opposite sofa, smiling amorously: "Should I give Jiang Shao a glass?"

Without raising his eyelids, he threw a sentence sleepily: "Weak, don't drink."

It is well known that the youngest member of the Jiang family in the imperial capital is in poor health. Outsiders only know that he is lingering and sick, but not that he is all over the country.

This kind of sick beauty, the woman is stunned, how can she be angry, put down the wine, and took the darts again: "Do you want to try? I heard Deng Shao say that you have the best darts here. "

Jiang Zhi lazily drooped his eyelids: "I am weak and can't lift my hands."

After speaking, he covered his mouth and coughed twice, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and his cheeks were flushed.

The beauty is picturesque, lying down there, frowning, really instructive, such a delicate person... The woman hurried forward to give Jiang Zhi a good life, but the delicate hand that just stretched out was filled with milk The goblet blocked.

The person lying on the sofa suddenly raised his eyebrows, and disappeared from his languidness, eyes full of cold stars, cold and frosty: "I am allergic to roses."

The woman's hand froze in the air.

What she sprays today is perfume with the smell of roses.

He was very disgusted and threw all the goblet: "Stay away."

The woman retracted her hand in embarrassment and backed away.

Xue Baoyi stepped down from the poker table and gave the little young man Deng a look. That boy had a long memory, and quickly led the woman out with a sweaty face. She was upset in her heart. Why did she forget? Xue Shao said that she was not allowed to bring a woman.

Xue Baoyi knew that Jiang Zhi was a little bit clean, so he changed the cup and poured him a glass of milk, licking his face and coaxing the little ancestor. The little ancestor didn't drink much and loved milk.

Jiang Zhi coldly said with a pair of peachy eyes: "Go away, it smells like a woman."

"..."

He touched a woman in the afternoon, but he came here after taking a shower.

This little ancestor, with a pair of beautiful eyes, just squinted a little, and it was so cold, like a peach blossom icy rain.

Xue Baoyi knew that he was angry, so she didn't dare to come over to annoy him anymore. There was no way, Jiang Zhi grew too beautiful and sick. It was a disaster to the country and the people in ancient times. They are all gangsters. A normal man who has no resistance to beauty, knowing that Jiang Zhi is not a weak Liu Fufeng, but still can't stand being confused by his skin, and want to spoil him inexplicably.

They all know that this little ancestor hates two things most in his life, roses, and women. Therefore, Xue Baoyi greeted them specially when they organized the game, and no one was allowed to bring women.

Xue Baoyi laughed and said that he was wrong.

Jiang Zhi got up from the sofa: "Go away."

"Leave so soon?" Xue Baoyi tried to pull the corner of his clothes to stop him. "The birthday star hasn't come yet."

He put on his clothes, cold a beautiful face: "Weak, can't stay up late."

Xue Baoyi: "..."

Damn, it's called staying up at eight?

Jiang Zhi left directly, and Yu Guang didn't give the group of trembling second generation ancestors. He coughed as he walked, lowered his head, pressed his cough, and had a faint morbid blush on his cheeks.

Xue Baoyi feels distressed, let him go, the frail beauty always has to be extra pampered, can't help but sigh: "This little ancestor, I don't know which kid will accept him in the future."

Oh, mention it, Jiang Zhi came out at the 18-year-old adult ceremony, and told a group of beautiful ladies who tried to seduce him that he only likes men.

After that, in the imperial capital circle, the most popular topic was Jiang Zhi’s attack or accept, that face, too beautiful, like accept, but that ancestor's temper was too aggressive, and strangely, the men in the imperial capital wanted him. , Women want him too.

Isn't that a disaster!

The top floor of the clubhouse was taken down by Xue Baoyi tonight. In the corridor outside the box, there was no one. The soundproofing was good, and it was so quiet as footsteps and intermittent coughing.

The lights flashed suddenly.

Jiang Zhi stopped, and a long shadow was drawn on the ground. He slowly turned his head, and a black shadow hit him unexpectedly, so fast he couldn't see what it was, only that the black shadow rolled over.

He stepped back, his feet numb in the back of his neck, and he was stunned by a hand knife.

The black shadow jumped and walked on the wall.

Damn it.

The surveillance camera slammed down, and the black shadow fell, and a man walked out in the high-speed wind. He was tall and slender. He was wearing a black jacket. He also wore a peaked cap on the outside of the sweater hat. The short hair reached the collarbone and a black mask. Covering most of his face, only a pair of eyes were exposed, Danfeng eyes, slender tails, deep eyes, like winter stars, like the deep sea, cold and mysterious.

A pair of slender and straight legs, small shoe size, should be a girl.

She walked over, stretched out her black gloved hand, lifted the person on the ground with one hand, carried it on her shoulder, lifted her foot, and disappeared into the corridor almost instantly.

The moon rises alone on the tall buildings, and the whole city is shrouded in neon and moonlight, bright and blurred.

The sea breeze blows, and there is a touch of salty, with the bleakness of autumn night.

The sound of the sea waves beating against the rock in his ears, and the splashing water soaked the clothes of the man who was lying next to the rock. His long eyelashes trembled, and slowly opened his eyes. They were peach eyes. The light of the moon melted in. A vague outline is reflected.

It is a back, thin and slender.

Jiang Zhi suddenly raised his hand, grabbed a corner of his clothes, and the skin on his fingertips was cold.

"who are you?"

His voice was hoarse, torn apart by the sea breeze.

The vague figure turned around: "Professional errand runner."

It was a young girl's voice, distorted by the wind, clear and clean, but indifferent.

The moonlight was dim, and the moisture of the sea covered a layer of water vapor in his eyes. No matter how he looked, he couldn't see the outline of the man. The black mask merged with the night. She drew her hand, jumped and jumped out of the sea.

Jiang Zhi was stunned.

This woman wants her life...

At dawn the next day, the sky was just getting bright, and the sun showed a red light.

The fisherman had just collected the fishing nets, carrying a basket on his back, picking up the fish and shrimps that were hit by the sea, bending down and squatting all the way to pick them up. Suddenly, he stopped and saw a wet hand in the distance grabbing the rocks on the shore. Then, a head emerged from the water.

It's a person!

The fisherman hurried over, trying to help the leader.

The man stood up suddenly, raised his head, short black hair, white face, red eyes...

The fisherman's legs softened, and he sat on the ground, yelling, "Ghost, ghost!"

The figure approached.

The fisherman rolled his eyes and fainted.

The first red sunset from the sky fell on the man's face, a pair of Danfeng eyes were beautiful and desolate, burning red, and the cold white lips gently lifted: "I am not a ghost."

She lowered her head and looked at the wound in her palm cut by the reef, which was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She is not a ghost, but a monster.

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This book is sweet and not abused, please collect it.

ps: The female protagonist just uses money to help people. They don't kill and set fire to commit crimes and commit crimes. I don't know what this kind of profession is, but it is called a professional errand runner in the Korean drama healer.