That pair of spectacle lenses depicted vague fog, motionless and silent.
Wow.
Suddenly the wooden door opened, and a figure in a suit and leather shoes knelt at the door, and the sudden air current diluted the poetic tea flavor.
"Things are going according to plan, sir (day)"
"Shinoda (day)"
The middle-aged man slowly raised his hand, picked up the heavy cast iron teapot on the table, and steadily filled the lonely small teacup in front of him.
"Yes (day)"
"You have been with me for twenty-one years, right (day)"
Xiao Tian, who was kneeling outside the door, still stood upright, but from the beginning to the end, he didn't dare to lift his head up a bit.
"Yes (day)"
"Twenty-one years, every scene between us seems to be still vivid in my memory (day)"
When the tea enters the teacup, it is as if it has life, and the fragrance assimilated by the public finally has its own unique taste. The middle-aged man picked up the teacup, put it in front of his nose, and tasted it gracefully.
What a casual and relaxing scene, if a person can have such conditions and such time, he must find a place to sit quietly and slowly make a pot of good tea, not necessarily to drink, but to Taste, savor slowly.
"Mr. Kidera... Mr. Kidera...! (Japanese)"
Beads of sweat crawled all over Shinoda's lowered forehead, but as soon as his last trill fell, the dripping beads of sweat hit the tatami one after another.
"Emotions are really worthless sometimes, Shinoda, they are just a bunch of lunatics (Japanese)"
Two lines of tears rolled down the face of the middle-aged man, and also hit the tatami, and the atmosphere in the room became extremely sad for a while.
"Forgive me! Forgive me! Forgive me!... (day)"
"It's not that I forgive you, but you have to learn to forgive yourself (day)"
Every time Shinoda's head hit the tatami, it would bring the illusion of shaking the earth, maybe because he was bored, the middle-aged man got up and slowly helped the person on the sweat stain at the door to his feet.
The silent fatality that follows is the scariest thing, especially after he has been sentenced to death, the decision of fate can easily shatter everyone's sanity.
Because when Shinoda raised his head for the first time, there was only a cup of tea in front of him, a lonely cup of tea.
"No, no, no! I beg you, give me one more chance, for your and my feelings, I beg you, please...!!! (day)"
I saw the middle-aged man thrust out his left hand and pinched Shinoda's throat tightly, the force was strong enough to crush a person's throat. Then the cup of fragrant tea in the right hand was poured down smoothly and naturally.
"Well!!!"
How could there be any extra strength to struggle. . . After a few moments of being poured with tea, Shinoda's pupils that were utterly terrified slowly dilated. . .
boom!
"Mr. Kidera?! (Japanese)"
When the wooden door of the room was pulled open again, a voluptuous figure appeared outside the door this time. The black bodysuit outlined his figure just right. The situation in the house was swept quickly, and then it fell back to the middle-aged man.
"It's okay, deal with him (day)"
I saw the middle-aged man knelt down in front of the tea table again, holding tweezers in one hand, and was washing the teacup gracefully at the moment.
"Yes (day)"
Glancing at the corpse at the door, there was no change in expression on the enchanting figure's face.
"According to the plan, it's almost time for you to leave (day)"
"Old man? Old man?!"
During this period of time, Liu Cheng's wife has been worrying about her home, and the weather is still a little unstable, especially at night, and the temperature difference between the day and the day is large. If this person is not careful, he will catch a cold and have a fever. But I don't know what's wrong with my wife recently, why I come home so late every day, and I still have so many things to do. I often go to the sun in the middle of the night wearing a vest
The TV station called, and it was fine to call, the problem was not short, and I was so worried that I couldn't sleep well at all.
"Hey, here we come." Liu Cheng put out the phone in his hand, and walked out from the balcony sideways.
"What's the matter? Is the unit busy recently?"
"Well, there are some things that need to be arranged"
There are some questions, and Liu Cheng's wife knows that it is inconvenient for him to ask too many questions, especially since his wife is in an important position, and many things at work are even top-secret. Once any problems arise, the consequences will be serious. It's not something that one or two people can easily afford. But seeing that his wife is almost fifty and is still working day and night, and the back that was straight when he was young is a bit bent, Liu Cheng's wife feels very uncomfortable.
But what can I do to help? In addition to waiting for him to go home every night, allowing him to have a bite of hot food, reminding him to add one piece of clothes when it is cold and hot, and rubbing his shoulders when he is really tired, other things It seems that they can't do it.
"Then be careful not to catch a cold. After arranging things, go to bed quickly."
Liu Cheng's wife put a coat on Liu Cheng's body, then handed him a cup of hot water, then turned around and went back to the house, closing the door tightly.
The high-end and dim presidential suite was filled with the smell of high-end perfume. Messy clothes, trousers, shoes, socks, panties and underwear were scattered all over the soft carpet. Further inside, the smell of bodily fluids, accompanied by the creaking sound of the mattress springs, stained every inch of the air in the room with a sense of confusion.
"Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!"