the castration plan

Chapter 9

"You can't tell if the cake is broken? Is the cake broken or is your tongue broken?" Lu He flipped through the medicine cabinet and picked out omeprazole and amoxicillin. After boiling water, he continued to look for gastric mucosal protection agent.

Lu He looked at Bemuir who was curled up on the sofa, clutching his stomach, and wanted to ask if his brain was broken.He really didn't understand how this child managed to swallow the rancid food. It was outrageously unreasonable. Is this something that normal human cubs can do?

"And don't eat supper in the middle of the night. It's bad for the stomach and blood circulation. Can't you start early and have breakfast? Did I tell you, at least five times?"

Lu He read the instructions carefully, took the pills out of the aluminum plate, and placed them neatly on the table, urging: "Sit up and take the medicine, if it doesn't work, go to the hospital, hurry up."

Bellmuir, who wore only a thin, pure white angora coat, curled up like a little ball of marshmallow, said nothing.

Lu He thought that the fool had fallen asleep, so he reached out to wake him up.The touch from the fingertips was soft, silky, and moist—Baimuer's face was covered with streams of tears.

"Little Lu?" Lu He is really a straight man. He was helpless the moment he saw the tears, and was scared back by any high-ranking and stern posture. He sat beside him and asked, "What's wrong? Does your stomach hurt? How much does it hurt?"

"It hurts..." Bemuir's palm-sized kitten looked pale and cowardly, the bean-sized cold sweat on his forehead shone with a stubborn color, tears oozed out uncontrollably, and smashed big and big Luo, said in a strong nasal voice, "Go ahead and be fierce... I was killed if I didn't hurt."

Lu He couldn't argue: "No, I didn't, I mean... Forget it, get up, let's go to the hospital."

Bemuir has no sense of taste at all, and he can't taste any smells at first, and if it wasn't for Lu He's sudden appearance, he would still be eating hot pot skewers, roasted beef tendon and lamb loin, grilled in tin foil, fried in oil at the night market at this point. Pistol legs, mochi milk tea...

Now I am hungry, enduring the torment of acute gastroenteritis, and I have to be criticized and educated by him, saying that I am a sieve.The sucralfate suspension looked terrible, and it was as dirty as unmixed washing powder. Lu He insisted on forcing him to drink it.

The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became. The flooded spring river carried fallen flowers, and tears fell like money.

"No, no," Bemuir said, because he didn't want to leave blood samples and pheromone records at the hospital.

Lu He picked him up forcefully: "You are sick, don't be willful."

"Don't be so fierce." Like a silver-throated lovesick bird's beautiful feathers being disturbed by the gust of wind, Bemuir pushed his chest several times with soft hands, "Don't I blame you for doing this? Why are you going so far?" , so bad? So annoying, I hate you."

Bemuir meant that this was Lu He's birthday cake, and he didn't eat sweets, which led to it being left for a long time.

Lawyer Lu stopped. No one had ever dared to make such an unreasonable plea in front of him.

But Baymuir is not a babe, he has that kind of special magical ability, that is, he is born to be reasonable, he is born to be loved by everyone, and he is born to get what he wants immediately, as if he will never grow up.

His gorgeous face was only the color of snow-white viburnum flowers, his lips were red, and his eyelids were also the color of lotus flowers in pain, and he said in a low voice, "Just rub it and it will be fine, brother."

The soft but not greasy ingenious show of weakness greatly satisfies the protective desire engraved in all male genes, and the flashing innocent body movements and language are too easy for people to make judgments that are lower than their own rational level and win the automatic surrender of the game player , Well, well, whatever the stars, the moon, the sun, the Milky Way are also available, and I am willing to double my love.Men, regardless of the troubles, dangers, and any deadly poisons he brings, indulge and dote on them, and feel that they are in heaven, enjoying happiness and gratitude.

Belle Muir's skin is smoother than the countless pearls bred by the Seine River, and even the roughest calluses can only produce zero-degree friction.The abdomen was gently rubbed, and he made a series of red-hot and intimate nasal sounds with different heights, which were all smoked into Lu He's neck.

Lu He asked him if it still hurts, Bemuir's answer was unexpectedly considerate, he sniffed his nose lightly: "It's still a little bit, but brother, is he sleepy, go and rest quickly. I'll just bear it myself , I'm fine."

He often pushes away one second, and is tender in his arms the next second. Those elf eyes that seem to never be able to figure it out, and the desire to be entangled with poisonous weeds make people unable to reason.

Baymuir's forehead was hot, a bacterial infection.

"I'm fine. You really don't want to go to the hospital? You have a fever." Lu He said the next sentence unprecedentedly, "Forget it, Xiaolu, go to my room and sleep."

Bemuir, who is used to fighting, was really frightened, but after 10 minutes, he said in his heart, yes, this is Lu He.

Lu He hugged the second quilt and came out, and swallowed the inhibitor openly, which meant to reassure Bemuir that even if he shared the same bed, he would not be affected by the pheromone to act like a beast.

"The doctor will come early tomorrow morning. If you feel uncomfortable, wake me up immediately and I will take you to the hospital." Lu He motioned him to sleep on the side inside, "Don't be embarrassed, your body is the most important."

Lu He fell asleep quickly, and Bemuir took off his contact lenses, turned into a blind man, and tiptoed back to the bed.

But once he lost his eyesight, his sense of smell became more sensitive.

Lu He’s pheromone is a very strong Gurkha Black Dragon cigar flavor, the pure gold foil in the camel bone outer box wearing a red or black ribbon, and the top-quality Dominican tobacco leaves wrapped are velvety, noble and luxurious, repelling thousands of miles, just like him I am exactly the same.

Bemuir really has never slept with any Alpha late at night, let alone Lu He, he is not well.

With the broken pot broken, he secretly lifted a corner of the quilt and put it into Lu He's arms.

Lu He didn't wake up completely, he just felt the very fragrant scent of flowers as bright as a heap of brocade, subconsciously stroked with his right hand, the person in his arms said it was not too much to say that his waist was thin and frightened.Under such slender and flexible willow leaves, there is a particularly plump and plump peach.The muscles at the junction of the upper vertebrae and the lumbar vertebrae are thin and tight, and the slightly concave rhomboids on both sides are called the "holy vortex" by Western aesthetes. The dimple of Venus is more perfect than the most magnificent ceremony in Rome. Sexy eyes in the flesh.

"Brother." Bemuir's rock sugar red pomegranate's lips were cool, rubbing against the tip of his nose, like a dissatisfied cat, "I miss you, I can't sleep."

Lu He patted Bemuir lightly like coaxing a baby, his biological clock was so accurate, on the edge of sleepiness, his hands hung from his shoulders to the white rose-like back, and he fell asleep again.

Baymuir gave him a ferocious look, and coquettishly said that he had a stomachache, that he would not sleep, and told stories.

"Story, what story?..." Lu He's voice was full of tiredness, and he wanted to light a bedside lamp to wake himself up, but Bemuir refused. He searched his brain and grabbed a piece of information at random, " In the year of Zheng Boke Duan Yuyan and Lu Yin's first year, between Zheng Zhuanggong and his younger brother Gongshu Duan, in order to compete for the position of king..."

Baymuir thought something, got very angry, gave him a little hammer, and told him to change the channel immediately.

Lu He just regarded him as an enlightened child, and he was almost reading "Zeng Guang Xian Wen", which are all kinds of particularly heavy historical events, educational fables, such as playthings, hanging beams and thorns, profit making people faint, etc., people of the age The location back score is not bad.

How could Beimuir have the patience to listen to this, especially when he heard "Chao Qin Mu Chu" burst out, he felt that Lu He was taking the opportunity to connotate him.

"Don't listen." Bemuir scratched Lu He's face with his short nails, "I want to be more interesting, more realistic, and closer."

Lu He thought about it unconsciously, and felt that only this matter met the standard: "Last month, our firm accepted a criminal case of serial murder... The murderer killed [-] Alphas in just one month, and each of them was Open the intestines, take the heart..."

Bemuir, who has calculated everything, really didn't expect this wave of Lu He to be on the fifth floor. All the gorgeous latitude and longitude on his face froze, his nerves snapped, and his hair exploded completely. He covered his mouth to prevent him from spreading the horror of the night .

"It's too bad, brother can't tell stories." His body was as soft and hot as a piece of milky butter, sticking wetly to Lu He's body, "I can't coax people, and I can't hurt people, it's too bad .”

Lu He opened his eyes. In the darkness, Bemuir was like a beautiful young man with red lips covered in white fox fur. An angel standing in the world complained about the coldness of the moonlight kiss. He simply asked Yunxia to cut his clothes for him, throwing out a clear light. , It is easy to evoke a pure first love.

Baymuir's hair was rubbed lightly, and he heard him say, "I'm sorry, Xiaolu."

Bemuir's heart tightened, the spoiled kitten would stop acting immediately, and become a peaceful sheep grazing. When he wanted Lu He to take a good rest, the other party felt guilty. , got up and poured a cup of strong tea with his head up, and began to chat with him at night very seriously.

But the style is still weird and boring. Lu He was really confused. I asked him that the mathematics questions were very innovative that year. Many students could not finish half of the questions, and the average score was less than half of the paper. The abuse and anger, how did you pass the test?

"Is it difficult?" Bemuir was not proud at all, and his clear and bright voice faded, "If some people don't believe that mathematics is simple, it's because they don't realize how complicated life is."

This is a sentence from von Neumann, the father of modern computers. Lu He was very surprised when he saw that he had installed this function.

"Why, what's your expression?" Bemuir twisted in his arms, expressing his displeasure, and the childish toss and fuss came up again, "Anyway, I'm a fool without a head in your heart, you don't want to be with a fool The speech is over, it is also false to persuade fools to go to school, just to let fools go away."

The wanton enthusiasm of the West is mixed with the introvertedness of the East. No matter how domineering this face is, it is really hard to hate.Not only that, as long as he wants to, he can be unreasonable or cruel while knocking people out, freely manipulating the distance between the other party and his heart through multiple lines.

"No. I mean to say about going to school..." Lu He seriously denied that he always thought that Bemuir was a summer insect and had never said so much, "It makes you learn like an expert The process of breaking the rules and then breaking it like an artist, you have the potential to be an artist, which is rare."

"Modern life is too crowded. Everyone interferes with each other and entangles each other. It is almost impossible to stop and examine life. Under the coercion of fate, many people take up various positions that they are not qualified for, and do jobs that they don't agree with all their lives. It has nothing to do with how much money you earn, and there is no high or low occupation. If you have this opportunity, why don’t you choose to do something you really love? Like dancing? That’s why I advise you. It’s just a suggestion, of course I don’t know you, I don't know if you are happy at work, if you think it is inappropriate, I apologize to you."

"Don't be sorry, I did it on purpose." Bemuir smiled sweetly. Not only did he know the lethality of his appearance, but he knew it all too well, because he really used this charm with a natural and invisible skill.He raised his head slightly, and slowly drew a small red flower on Lu He's chest as a reward. I want to make you angry."

Bemuir has a very unpredictable spirituality. Before this cross-border remark broke the relaxed and harmonious atmosphere, he immediately asked Lu He what it was like to go to college and whether there were many Omegas chasing him.

Lu He may not care about such things by nature, saying that there are not many Omega in the school, and everyone studies hard, and the cruel competition begins from the first class.

Bemuir was curious: "Can I go to the elder brother's court defense next time? But I am afraid that I will be fainted by the handsome and sent to the emergency room."

Lu He is a lawyer who owns a documentary broadcast exclusively on the national TV channel. He shows overwhelming momentum, often making the entire courtroom controlled by his top-notch logical analysis and insight, as if he owns the entire planet, continents, oceans and atmosphere. They all testified for him.Before coming into contact with affirmative action lawsuits, Lu He's winning rate in all fields was astonishingly 100%, perfectly inheriting Lu's father's undefeated myth in the legal world and the legendary title of a century.

"Look at the court debate?" Lu Heqi said, "Actually, the status of a litigator is not as high as imagined, and there are very few opportunities to shine in court. The possibility of reversing the situation by closing the case is not very great. Without you The legal dramas you watch are so exciting and boring, you will fall asleep.”

Lu He's thinking is a watertight closed loop, which is so dull that there is no room for people to answer the conversation, and most people can't continue to chat.

But Baymuir can always discover all kinds of fun, and snorted softly, like a kitten: "Why do I fall asleep? Oh! I understand, so experienced, did you take any little girl there before?" , they fell asleep."

After the flying unreasonable testimonials, Baymuir turned his back, his whole body was wrapped in a thin white lace quilt, only the thighs were exposed, the seductive curves seduce infinite tolerance and love, such a beautiful boy was not born deserve to suffer.

He said: "Then think about it based on your rich love experience, I am angry now, how to make me happy."

A man like Lu He who cherishes time like money and cleans himself has always had a clear attitude. He disdains to participate in stupid emotional games and despises boring and chasing behaviors. But it may be that staying up late makes people's intelligence decline, and a weird inertial consciousness takes root in the brain. Involuntarily, he followed Bemuir's thinking, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"I didn't, no one lived like you." Lu He said helplessly, "If you really want to come, come next time."

Really impossible.Just the way he looked at Lu He, no one has ever had such confidence, let alone a romantic follow-up.

Baymuir ignored him, and Lu He followed the topic just now and talked about work in detail.He said that the dialectic at the witness stage is the most important, and the aura of the lawyer himself is actually insignificant.He said the entire legal profession had devolved into a war of words that humiliated each other's pigtails, which was a public affront to the judicial process and the integrity of the profession.He said that defeating a master is very fulfilling, but you can't use other people's sadness and misfortune to win a lawsuit and satisfy your own vanity. This is the same principle that needs to be upheld like justice.

The effect of caffeine was exciting, and after he had eloquently said a long article, Bemuir finally fell asleep.

But when Lu He covered the quilt for him, Bemuir reached out and hugged him, and returned to his arms as if he had got into the thick wings, took Lu He's hand to him, and gave him the opportunity graciously. Ruo let him coax him, and then said vaguely: "I ask you a question, you have to think about it... If you can't answer it, you will be miserable."

Lu He thought it was a world-class problem and concentrated his mind, but Bemuir asked what his Chinese name was.

"Chaoxilu." Lu He didn't think about it.

"Ah, so you remember?" Baymuir opened his sleepy eyes as wide as possible, and blinked twice at a very slow speed, with the sourness and sweetness of the summer's rich plum flavor, "How could it be so easy? , I don’t care about me anyway, I hate me, I thought it would be difficult for you.”

"Mr. Lu has read a lot of books. If you have time, help me think of a new name." Bemuir closed his eyes and smiled slightly, "The current name is too bad!"

His red rose lips began to sing, an English ballad of "Pure Sunlight".That is the most beautiful song crafted by pure light, distilled from the sacred furnace of primordial light.

I've made a mistake and it's hard to undo this time

I know some things are always hard to say

I've fallen in love with everything I've found again

I choose to love without fear

I look up to the sky and meet the sun

In the short-lived grief, the young vermilion lips trembled silently, and the delicate embroidered beads rolled down the silk garment.

But Bemuir didn't let him notice anything unusual, until Lu He said silently, you sing very well.

"Does it sound good? The morning sun in the song is beautiful, isn't it everyone likes it? I also look forward to that day." Bemuir said, his real pupils are like yellow marigolds, in the white mist Sadly under the moonlight at midnight, "But what about after the sun comes out? Doesn't the dew in the morning sun just evaporate and disappear?"