the castration plan

Chapter 5 Xiaocao Spring Wine Dizhuhong

Baymuir was a shockingly good drinker.He may be born with some alcohol resistance genes, fast metabolism, high tolerance, slow reaction, never face.

Polish rectified vodka - the world's first spirit distilled through more than 70 processes, its alcohol concentration reaches 96%, purer than ethanol used for disinfection and sterilization in hospitals.The strongest Alpha took a sip and couldn't find North, but Belmuir took it as a fruity drink and blew on the bottle.

He can drink a thousand cups, can play happily and can stay calm, so he is naturally a master in Shiliyangchang, and the bar owners welcome him wherever he passes.He brought his own light source, which was dazzling, and he went around at will, emptying the wallets of the rich second generation and rich people in the whole street, earning a lot of money from perfect business performances.

"Teacher, the money should be enough to advance this phase of inhibitor research." Shen He settled the income and said seriously, "You really drank too much this time, I'll send you home to rest."

"Mr. Chao is working too hard! I'm your fan! Come on!" Lele stared in admiration, holding his chin and fantasizing, "When will I be able to drink like this, and I can get rid of poverty and become rich..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bemuir threw up crazily while holding on to the telephone pole. The extremely yellow and extremely bitter liquid was stomach acid plus bile.Wave after wave of strong physiological reactions made his eyeballs almost change color, the capillaries in his eyes ruptured, and his violet or indigo pupils frantically swam in the air like phosphorous fire. His blood vessels resembled spider webs, and his whole body was like a dangerous and weak night elf, extremely gloomy and gloomy.

When he got home, he was almost feathered and soared, and he felt that what he was lightly stepping on was not the carpet, but the soil of the underworld.

Bemuir originally thought that Lu He, who worked and rested for the elderly, had already gone to bed.But he was in the living room, falling asleep in a supine position.

A simple dark blue shirt was worn by Lu He with the texture of a Bernini statue. The single color and style set off the solemnity and calmness of the temperament.He is tall, with broad shoulders, broad chest, and clear marbled muscle lines, giving people an infinite sense of security and desire for dependence. This is the worship of power from ancient times, which is indelible in any era.

In fact, Bemuir is already quite tall and proud, but in Lu He's arms, he still looks like a little bird waiting for food.

"Xiaolu." Lu He was awakened by something furry, and subconsciously blurted out his Chinese nickname, but quickly changed it to "Baimuer."

Lu He peeled off his cold white and sickly arm, straightened his chin, which was too hot for indulgence in drinking, and said with anger of repeated failures in education, "Don't go to the bar anymore, I have told you too many times. You are a worthy There is nothing wrong with adults who have the right to choose a partner, but why don't you understand how much risk you have to take when you go to a bar by yourself?"

"Brother..." And Bemuir's complicated vine-like armbands hugged him tightly, soft lips like beautiful roses pressed against his neck, and the voice of the dream piled up in the clouds said: "I like it so much." Brother...I like it so much that I can't like it any more."

Lu He has long been used to it, because this liar was still in tears one second, and could smile at Xinhuan the next second, so he just hesitated for a while.

The smile on Baymuir's fresh lips like forgetful leaves was as innocent as a child's, so sweet that it was ridiculous, as if he was really fascinated and obsessed with the man in front of him.

But the man was extremely incomprehensible, he frowned tightly, held the back of Bemuir's head with moderate force, pinched the back of his neck, and only wanted to push him down.

This may have touched an old scar, and Bemuir, like a suddenly nervous cat, trembled violently in Lu He's arms.

Amidst the nerve pain, he heard many voices, so far away.

The dogs bark, and the thrushes sing heartily.

The Alphas lined up, roaring one after another, gifting cum and urine.

The shredded flesh of the mother's lower body squirmed, and the empty, bloody eye sockets were also used as a mating tool.

Baymuir let out a nearly choked scream.

Lu He was startled suddenly, and stared down in amazement: "Xiao Lu?"

Baimuer drowned in the pool of blood in the abyss and couldn't extricate himself. Lu He broke his hand trying to injure himself.

"Wake up, Xiaolu, it's me." Lu He has never seen Bemuir so truly crazy, it's like hysteria.

"It's okay." Lu He raised his hand and patted Bemuir's vest, and stroked his temples comfortingly, "Don't be afraid."

Bemuir vomited in the dark again in the middle of the night, his internal organs were vomited up to his throat, his whole body became thin due to dehydration, and his chin almost turned into a cone.

Lu He changed into clean clothes for him, then hugged him horizontally, and sent him back to the bedroom.

He didn't expect Baymuir to look at the slender arms and legs, but the muscle density was actually very high, quite heavy, and strangely heavy.

Bemuir curled up in the duvet, the sleeping position of a baby, as miserable as falling flowers and grass.

Lu He had never stepped into Bemuir's room, which was far from what he had imagined.

He thought it should be full of jewelry and high-end products, and even skin care products.In short, it should be the boudoir of an arrogant and famous lady.

But never expected, never expected, it was a complete garbage dump.

It's not dirty at all, it's just a mess, a kennel mess.

It's like a high school big boy's house.Cabinets and hangers are just decorations, crumpled pajama pants and tucked sweaters can be seen everywhere, video game cassettes are thrown in the biscuit box, two female star pictorials are sandwiched in the game strategy book, tennis rackets and electric mosquito swatters are piled up Together, a large handful of last year's birthday candles lay staggering on the ground.

There is a large bottle of origami cranes folded in gold foil paper by the bedside. Take a closer look, oh, it's made of chocolate paper.

Lawyer Lu, who has been well-organized since birth, always followed the rules, and even slightly obsessed with cleanliness, felt his scalp twitching at this moment.

At this moment, he looked at Bemuir's bookshelf, as if he had discovered a shocking giant that contained all the philosophies in the world, and Lu He cracked open.

Baymuir dabbled in a wide range of subjects, and made neat notes on his reading.His Chinese is indeed terrible, but his writing ability in his mother tongue is amazing, which can be called brilliant.

This is really a milestone subverting cognition, because in Lu He's mind, Bemuir did not know half of the characters, and his education level was about equal to Li Kui.

This reminded Lu He of the day we first met.

For the poor, beauty is a luxury, but for the rich, it is nothing but fast food.For such a rapidly depreciating thing, people in the upper class often only choose to rent it instead of buying it.

Coupled with the world's cutting-edge higher education, it is even more determined that Lu He will never judge people by their appearance.

But Baymuir's talent in this area is indeed too much.

His mixed-race silhouette is an exquisite transition between East and West, and his pleasant young voice is ethereal and flexible, as light as air, and his smile is as sweet as candied lychees, shredded coconut melted in milk.

His name also indicates something, because almost all angels end in "er", which means shining and glorious in Shumer, and means brilliant in Akkadian.

Bemuir, like one of them, gazes at, loves, and praises God in heaven, and God, with great joy, provides love, wisdom, and guidance to people.

Like a luminous star, like a priceless gem, everyone thinks so.

However, that day, the first thing the angel said was: "Who still drives an X7 now? Please, everyone who chases me drives a McLaren, and the last time is a Lamborghini. Sister, come down quickly, it's so cheap !"

Baymuir tilted his head with a lollipop in his mouth, and snapped his fingers in a coquettish way. Ten minutes later, all the members of the supercar club were mobilized, and the crowds of pick-up teams made a commotion all over the city.

Before his friend had a drink with him, Bemuir laughed and scolded on the phone: "You betrayed the working class, fuck your mother."

The gold and jade are outside, and the ruins are in it.

Lu He can only sum up the terrible first impression in this way.It was entirely his strong upbringing that supported his endurance, making Lu He bite the bullet and claim the title of brother-in-law.

There is also the second thing. A month ago, two men who launched a war for Bemuir hit Grandpa's ward. The old man was greatly frightened, and his condition became severe overnight. This is the number one reason why Lu He was so cruel to him one.

But at this time, Moments just sent a push.

It was the bait delivered by Baymuir automatically and regularly, and those who saw it had a share.

If nothing else, Baimuer's picture is forever on the Alpha's sexuality, that's right.

Every picture is very story-telling, and I want people to zoom in and zoom in, savor it carefully, and miss it endlessly.

He hides the aggressiveness in his appearance, as if he is an ordinary Omega who loves to laugh by his side, a soft-spoken and coquettish stunner, timid to curry favor with his master.

In the shooting from the boyfriend's perspective, he miraculously revealed a particularly natural, obedient and smart, sweet and slutty, pure and lustful, his hair is a little fluffy and messy, very casual and provocative, which makes people feel refreshed Cool Gu, seductive and sexy but never breaks the bottom line, this can really arouse men's desire to do something about it.

However, Bemuir under the camera is so generous, as if he is completely unaware of these dirty thoughts.

In the first few photos, Lu He quickly passed by. He was calm and calm, like a well-educated monk.

The last one came with a "dang".

The sun was shining brightly, and Baymuir was half-sitting on the bay window of the library. He was clear and thin, and looked as fragile as the stained glass behind him.

A light beige sweater is loose and comfortable, covering everything just right, revealing just right, and showing a pair of straight and sensual long legs intensified.The glasses slipped slightly down the bridge of the nose, and his pupils were white lilies with golden butterflies sleeping on them. He was happy and a little shy, as if hooking someone's clothes and begging: "Senior, the new Criminal Procedure Law is so difficult, can you teach me?" me?"

The lock button clicked and clicked, the screen of the phone turned on and off, and after repeating it several times, Lu He finally slid down.

In fact, few people would like or comment on Bemuir's circle of friends, and they all silently collected late-night benefits.Because there are only a handful of people at the top of the pyramid of money, power, and power, it is embarrassing for partners to see.

However, the local rich money who just added WeChat is different, so this line of words jumped into Lu He's eyes: "Xiao Tiantian, your lips are as sweet as the Ace of Spades, next time I want to taste it with my tongue, I'll lick until you cry."