High price mommy: Daddy, get out, let baby do it!

Death headquarters, basement three.

Night kite came out of the elevator and walked to her combat department without expression.

After a few steps, I met Dongfang who was just about to go out.

"Angel, you're back."

The man, as cold as ice, spoke to Yeyuan in a very gentle tone.

A little bit of cold ice melted in his eyes, and the coldness on his body was slowly dispersing.

"Well." Yeyuan nodded, "young Lord, are you going out?"

"I was going to go out, but you came back. Of course, it's more important to accompany you."

Dongfang naturally stepped forward, hugged Yeyuan, lowered his head and branded a kiss on her forehead: "well done, the task has been successfully completed. I'll celebrate for you in the evening."

"No, I'm not in the mood."

Night kite pushed away the East and pretended not to see his hint.

The East is interested in her.

But she had no interest in him.

He is the little Lord of death and the one who led her into death.

She is the one who takes care of her most among the gods of death and gives her the most help in her most critical time.

She knew what he meant, but it was hard to refuse.

"Why not in the mood?"

Dongfang took her hand and put it in his palm.

"Someone in the organization wants to get rid of me. How can I be in the mood."

"Who!" the voice of the East was as cold as broken ice, with boundless killing intention.

Dare to touch his woman and die!

Night kite looked behind him. Seeing the furtive figure, she couldn't help but eyebrow, "Lucia."

"Lucia?" the tone of the East was somewhat suspicious.

How could Lucia do anything to angel

"You're talking nonsense!"

Before Yeyuan spoke, Lucia couldn't help it.

She came quickly with a wronged face, "brother Dongfang, I didn't!"

"Angel, why do you frame me and tarnish my image in front of brother Dongfang? You'd better show evidence!"

Lucia is a delicate beauty with a soft and weak appearance, a face like a white lotus, a pitiful one.

Petite figure and weak temperament.

What night kite hates most is that she pretends to be weak all the time.

It is clear that she is a scheming bitch with vicious mind and means, but she always pretends to be a little white flower and buys the hearts of a group of blind people.

Shit——

Her combat effectiveness is clearly in the top 50 of the organization. Where is she weak!

Those people are so stupid!

Night kite turned cold, and the corners of her lips sketched a light mockery: "my fighter plane broke down, isn't it your hands and feet?"

Lucia bit her lip. "Your fighter plane broke down and it's on my head? Angel, are you victims of paranoia and think that anyone else wants to hurt you?"

Night kite asked in a cool voice, "shouldn't I think so? Ouyang manages my fighter. He checks it every time before flying. If there is a problem, he will let me drive out?"

Over the years, she has been walking on thin ice in the organization. If she takes a wrong step, she will be doomed.

She can go to the present, in addition to the shelter of the East, it is more from her prudence and caution.

She is organizing and doesn't trust anyone. Even in the East, she appreciates him but doesn't trust her much.

Since the day when the house was destroyed seven years ago, she only believed in herself!

"If you don't find Ouyang, what do you say I do? He didn't check in place and ignored it. What does it have to do with me!"

Night kite looked at her wronged appearance and said faintly, "when he checked the fighter, only you can get on the fighter with him."

Therefore, when she knew that her fighter plane was out of order, the first suspect was Lucia.

Ouyang himself was sure that no one could move under his eyes except Lucia.

Lucia looks innocent, but that's just the surface.

Which member of death is useless.

Without a few stunts, how can they be left here.

Night kite's words made Dongfang's eyebrows frown together. Lucia turned white when she saw the change of Dongfang's expression.

"Brother Dongfang, do you really doubt that I tampered with angel's fighter? I'm going to find Ouyang, who will prove my innocence!"

Lucia covered her mouth with tears in her big eyes and turned and ran out.

Yeyuan mocked at the corners of her lips. She did it every time. She played too smoothly.

Do women who cry and show weakness always attract men's desire for protection and ignore her own mistakes?

Dongfang took back his eyes from Lucia and stared at Yeyuan: "I will investigate this matter."

"Whatever, it's not once or twice anyway. I'm used to it."

Dongfang pinched her arm. "Angel, you make it clear, not once or twice. Do you often encounter it?"

He doesn't often stay at death headquarters, but he has been paying attention to the situation of Yeyuan.

Around her, some people envy her and crowd her out, which he knows.

But those who dare to go against his will and kick her

Night kite looked at his hand on her shoulder and said faintly, "I'm tired."

"I'll take you back."

Night kite secretly raised her eyebrows: can you choose not to use it?

She did not speak. Instead, the East took her hand and went to her residence.

She won't just forget about Lucia, but she can't do it here, especially in the East.

Lucia is the little princess in the organization. Even the East will be tolerant of her

"Little Lord, I'm here."

Yeyuan didn't mean to invite Dongfang into her room.

Her private territory has never been easy for others to enter.

Dongfang didn't mean to leave. Ignoring the unwelcome in Yeyuan's eyes, he opened the door and broke into her room.

Night kite paused for a few seconds, scratched a helpless face, sighed and walked to the room.

There was no oriental figure in the living room. She walked to the bedroom.

Just walked to the bedroom door, a pair of powerful arms hugged her, took several wrong steps, carried her to the bed, turned over and pressed her under her.

"Little Lord!"

Night kite pushed his lowered head and looked at him with cool eyes: "young Lord, you said you wouldn't force me..."

She has the most intuitive feeling about the change of his body.

Strong male hormones make her aware of danger.

"Angel, after seven years, when do you want me to wait? You still don't believe my heart to you?"

A low voice, full of desire.

Dongfang's hand stood on her side and looked down at her.

"Young Lord, I also told you that I will not consider the feelings of men and women until I avenge the destruction of the family."

Yeyuan's expression was calm, her voice was as cool as ice, and her eyes were stained with a trace of coldness.

"Without revenge, I am not qualified to accept any feelings."

"You can't accept feelings." Dongfang's expression was the same, and his big hand moved gently down her collar. "Don't resist. I want you."