He’s Mine, No Objections Allowed

He clasped his lips and walked a few steps in front of her. Looking down, her right ankle was imprisoned with white gauze, and her long skirt was half-covered and could not be seen carefully.

When he discovered his gaze, Cebu explained: “At work today, he twisted a little. ”

Hawk: “Can you walk? ”

Cebu Arts went up the pole, shook his head, and pitied: “It hurts when it moves. ”

The hawk extended one arm.

Cebu finally touched his hand.

It feels better, stiffer, steadier than I imagined, and makes people feel safe just by holding it.

Take two steps, and the eagle slows down: “There are many people in there, bowing their heads. ”

Cebu Ye bowed his head and leaned his face against the shoulder of the hawk. There was no smell on the hawk, only the fragrance left by the dry cleaning of the suit.

The people in the seats stared at each other and walked in with their shoulders strapped together.

Cebu Ye is a little experienced in seeing his friends, and she sat down with a smile: "Hello, I am a friend of Hawk. ”

Pingtou shouted: “I've heard of it, I've heard of it, isn't it the one with the good alcohol? ”

“Actually, I'm a poor drinker," Cebu said modestly. Seeing this little flat head is more eye-catching. "Were you there that day? ”

“No, I heard them say," Little Flat. Hey, "they said," Long legs, beautiful, I knew it was you. "”

Cebu smiles even sweeter.

"How did you know I was here? ”

Sumitomo took a look at Liu Xian and gave her a look.

She coughed softly: "It's amazing. ”

Hawk: “…”

The voice just dropped, and the waiter brought up a couple of big lobsters.

Cebu looks at these bigger lobsters than her face, and she can't do it.

The phone screen on the table lit up, and the hawk swept his consciousness, and after looking at it, he realized it was not his phone.

Old witch: “Don't squeeze your legs while you sleep. Remember to stop talking. Tomorrow I...”

You won't see it in the back.

Cebu pharyngeal saliva, pick up the chopsticks, clamp... a carrot.

She was about to put it in her mouth and suddenly had a burning sensation in her hand and pressed her hand back.

Suzuku Yi stunned: “What's wrong? ”

The hawk looked at the shrimp around the carrot: "Don't eat it. ”

“Hey, why don't you let someone else eat," said Liu Xian across the street. “You're welcome to enjoy the inn. By the way, can we exchange contact details? ”

Cebu put down the chopsticks: “Okay.” I don't know who I'm dealing with.

After a meal, Cebu took a few sips, listened to Pingtou talk to Liu Xiao about something that had nothing to do with itching, and Hawk occasionally said a few words, then glanced at her from time to time.

“Why didn't you come up and play with me yesterday?” Liu Xian's eyes were placed on Cebu Arts.

Cebu: “What? ”

“Yesterday, Leung Bo's party,” said Liu Xian, "didn't he go down and invite you? He had a little too much to drink, didn't he? ”

“No,” Cebu said, “I don't know him. ”

Liu Xian: “Well, I didn't think he'd come up for half a day. I thought you were visiting to talk. ”

Cebu art looked at the eagle around him, the colour was normal, and his expression did not fluctuate.

She smiled and stopped talking.

At the end of the meal, the hawk settled his bill and got up: “I'll call you back next time. ”

“Okay," Pingtou said, "I don't know when next time, but I'll be in touch. ”

Two grown men slapped each other on the shoulder, sort of a goodbye.

Liu Xian stood up and found the wound on her sleepover leg: “What's wrong with your foot? ”

Cebu: “Wei arrived, minor injury. ”

“It's all wrapped up like this, and you came to dinner with us? I can't do that. I'll walk you home.” Liu Xian said he was going to help her.

Before Cebu Ye could hide back, Hawk took Liu Xian's hand off one step at a time: “Why aren't you leaving yet? ”

Liu Xian is very innocent: “Isn't this the right way to go? This is what happened to her leg. I'll give her a lift. ”

Without looking at him, the hawk turned around and asked, "Did you eat before you came? ”

Sumitomo shook his head honestly.

Even if she was injured, she didn't dare to eat anything. She couldn't give up the previous few pounds that she had lost so easily.

"There's a porridge shop across the street. Want some? ”

Cebu didn't even want to: “Eat. ”

* *

In the summer, there was no one in the porridge shop.

The owner recognized the inn and didn't say anything, asked for a signature and didn't bother them, and arranged a corner for them.

The hawk swept her ankle: "Is there any skin broken? ”

“A little bit.” The edges of the high heels rubbed off several pieces of leather on her feet.

“Well," Hawk rises, "you eat first. ”

The eagle walked away, and Cebu watched his back, and the warm porridge in front of him, with some silly eyes.

Here, you're leaving?

Wu Xue's phone rang like a rush, and Cebu Art was frightened. He looked around and made sure it wasn't too noisy before picking up.

“What's the matter? ”

Wu Xue: “What's Leung Bo doing knocking on your door in the middle of the night? ”

Cebu thought about it for half a day before remembering what was going on: “How do you know? ”

Wu Xue: “The news is out, don't you think? ”

“He was drunk and came to my house and drowned.” Cebu art stirred the porridge in front of him, and his heart was distracted.

“Crazy,” Wu Xue scolded, "and then what, not much of you? ”

“No, what can he do to me? I turned him on. Didn't the press get it? ”

As soon as Cebu finished, he saw a tall figure come in through the door, his suit jacket had been taken off by a man, he was now wearing a white shirt, and he was holding an unknown vial in his hand.

Wu Xue's voice got a little loud: “What? Did you turn him on? ”

“Well," she said with a little obvious pleasure, “don't worry, it's not too bad, I use the lowest battery. ”

“What are you happy about... Forget it, he came to the door first, he shouldn't dare to say more. Next time, remember to tell me first,” Wu Xue is helpless, “tomorrow...”

Cebu Yi interrupted quickly: “Xiaoxue, I have something to do here, hang up first. ”

Wu Xue on the other side looked at the phone hung up. Her leg was injured at home. What can I do for you?

The hawk sat across from her and put the vial on the table, so that she could see what was inside, the black, red, black and red, and the sediment.

“Medicine,” Eagle said concisely, "swollen. ”

Cebu didn't react. He asked silly: "Where did you get this? ”

Hawk: “In the car. ”

Cebu smiled: “Thank you. ”

The porridge didn't taste so good, but she ate it and half the bowl went into her stomach.

She asked, "Were you in the army before? ”

Hawk: “Hmm. ”

Cebu appeared to be casual and continued: “Will there be a mission as well? ”

“Occasionally," the hawk apparently doesn't intend to say more, "does your agent know you're out? ”

"I don't know, you have to help me keep it a secret. ”

The hawk thought it was funny. Of course he wouldn't snitch. He didn't have time to worry about it, but he teased her: “Why should I help you keep it a secret? ”

'Cause I'm out looking for you,' Cebu said seriously, 'seriously, you're an accessory. ”

The hawk doesn't talk and takes out his phone.

Cebu blinked and asked, "What are you doing? ”

Eyebrow picking: “Turn yourself in. ”

“No, no, no, no, no, no,” Cebu reached out and wrapped his hands tightly around the eagle's, “let Snow know, I won't even be able to eat meat scum next month. ”

The falcon fainted for a moment.

Her hands were white and soft, and her nail cap was pink, with a little white on it.

“Just kidding,” he quickened, pumping his hand out, urging, “Drink porridge. ”

“Enough is enough,” said Cebu Yingying, “send Buddha west, why don't you send me home by the way. ”

The cocktail eagle's co-pilot seat, the sleepover has matured, she picked a comfortable yet rude position, comfortable half lying down.

Before she could say anything, her cell phone rang around her, and when she saw the call, her answer was stiff.

Then press the Lock Screen key and put it back in the bag.

She didn't answer until the phone rang for the third time.

“Something wrong? ”

The hawk couldn't help but glance at her, and for the first time since he met, he had heard the apathetic tone of Cebu art.

Cebu listened quietly.

“Got it, I'll wire it to you tomorrow. ”

There was no music in the car, and the voice of the people on the phone was quite loud, and the hawk heard something implicitly.

I can't hear you, but listening to your voice should be a middle-aged woman.

Again, the opposite breath said a lot of words, and the noise was getting louder. This time, the innkeeper stopped making noise and hung up directly with his opposite hand.

Finally, he blacklisted the phone.

The hawk didn't say anything. When he arrived at the apartment parking lot, he stepped out, opened the door for Cebu Arts and, by the way, stretched out an arm to make it easy for the other party to get off.

Cebu Arts is obviously in a low mood. She supports the man's men to get off the car. Who knows where the dirt is on the iron fence on the side of the car? Cebu Arts stepped on the back foot and slipped. When she saw her body, she had to fall.

Twice a day, it's really bad for you.

Sumitomo said that, quickly shrink the injured right leg to avoid secondary injuries.

Suddenly his waist was held tight by a big hand, and the owner of the hand pulled back, and the inn was so empty.

She stunned, her subconscious turned her head and looked up at the eagle.

“How did you lose it?” The man frowned slightly.

“... I,” the back of the dorm art tucked against him, feeling the man's body temperature and shape, his ears were already red, "... not my fault, there was mud on it. ”

The hawk put her down and loosened her hand a little, still holding her for half: “You just dashed on it when you got in the car. ”

He closed the door, took the inn to the elevator, and then pulled it out.

He stood outside the elevator and said, "Remember to wipe the wine. ”

Cebu Ye shouted: “Got it. ”

The elevator door slammed on slowly.

The hawk looked at his hand and the touch seemed to remain on it, hidden and hot.

He turned around and was about to leave.

Behind you comes the sound of the elevator door opening again.

“Hawk," crisp and delightful sounds of the inn, "do you have a girlfriend? ”

The hawk turned around and said: "No. ”

The people inside were clearly relieved.

She was blushing, smiling and furious: “Then I'll start chasing you. ”