the castration plan

Chapter 38

Jiang Weihe has been unable to evade. On the one hand, he is afraid of what the media will find out, and on the other hand, he does not believe in the so-called campus bullying at all. He only suspects that Bemuir tricked him to come here. Someone must have arranged for him in secret, and arranged for the paparazzi and headlines.

After all, in his cognition, how could anyone go to such great trouble for a child he had never met before?

But Baymuir kept refreshing his three views.

"She has always wanted to dance ballet, you know?" Bemuir knelt on the floor of the dance room, changed Jiang Ling's peach-skinned dancing shoes, and then lightly tapped the shoes with a small silver hammer to make them fit better , and finally tie the ribbon around the leg twice, and then tie the most beautiful bow.

"But her legs were almost useless. Because the kids made her learn how to crawl on the playground in the snow with several schoolbags on her head," Bemuir said.

Jiang Weihe was close to 1.9 meters in height, looked at him and lowered his head slightly at this time, very like a high school student who was being scolded, but his tone was still very arrogant: "I know, I know, I have transferred to another school. You are not finished, here you are." The tail is up to the sky."

"It's not over." Bemuir said, "Do you understand how painful it is? You can try to run a couple of laps on that plastic track barefoot."

"She hurts, she doesn't know how to tell?" Jiang Weihe was very unhappy, and raised his chin at Jiang Ling, "Let's take a look at the legs of the trousers."

The girl's calf was so thin that only bones remained, like two blue-purple bean sprouts trembling in the wind.

This scene was so shocking that Jiang Weihe could only remain silent when he heard Omega say "You are really trash".

"How long does it take for Tina to finish class?" Bemuir asked the girl at the front desk.

He bought a pure white classical ballet dress for Jiang Ling. The multi-layered silk cloth made of woolen and tulle is embroidered with bright beads, and he is waiting for Tina to change it for the little girl.

Jiang Weihe just wanted to end the public execution quickly, so he pulled Jiang Ling over and replaced her himself.

"Are you sick?" Baymuir pulled Jiang Ling over and glared at him fiercely, "She's a girl!"

Jiang Weihe laughed: "How old are you? Do you think I'm incest or a pedophile?"

"You're still a girl at any age, and you're an Omega." Bemuir said seriously, "Everyone has gender awareness at the age of three. How can you be so stupid?"

He'd rather be bad and stupid.

When Tina saw the dream of hundreds of millions of young men, she almost stopped breathing on the spot, but she didn't like this kind of artist who lacked credibility.

After Jiang Ling was picked up, the silence in the small dance room was awkward.

Baymuir is not eligible to apply for Jiang Ling's custody, so he can only choose to teach her guardian, and he knows very well that Jiang Weihe only eats soft things and not tough ones.

He lowered his posture, sat on the ground, and looked up at Jiang Weihe: "I mean, childhood is too important for future life, don't you know that a child is in pain if she doesn't cry?"

"I really hope you care more about her. Don't think too much about other things, okay? I treat Lingling as my sister, so how could I hurt her brother?" Baymuir can actually guess that this kind of The persecution paranoia that has been ups and downs in the entertainment industry for a long time.

In fact, Jiang Weihe knew that he was wrong, and his anger was not strong, but he was used to looking at no one, and his tone was very disdainful: "Don't pretend to be good, it's a bitter game."

But when he looked down, Baymuir was licking his slightly hot lips with the tip of his tongue, the water was as transparent as honey.From this angle, his neck looks like a delicate daffodil.

Beauty is hard currency in any era.Jiang Weihe's heart fluttered, he kicked Baymuir's knee, and said generously: "I don't like her, it's useless for you to please her. Be true to me in the future, isn't it more effective than anything else?"

In Pu Quesin's eyes, this drama is too much like a harem competition, whoever wins the little prince will win the holy family.

Bemuir's incomparably beautiful kitten's face was resting on her lap, like a little pet acting like a baby to its owner in a romantic and infinite afternoon, saying: "I just envy her for having a good brother, I don't care about such a good brother." I."

Jiang Weihe was overjoyed, held his face up, and kissed him all over with a chirp: "Isn't this something you care about every day?"

Baymuir knew the eighteen names of female cats in heat by heart, and his voice was as good as a so-so voice or a fart.

The phone rang at this moment, and Lu He called, but was cut off immediately.

"Cheating is exciting?" Jiang Weihe could imagine Lu He's proud green face, with a certain triumphant tone, "There are more exciting ones, do you want to play?"

Baymuir really wanted to throw up again, stood up and turned on the speaker.

He is almost an all-round dance machine, with light and elegant ballet movements, but not exactly the traditional ideas of the academic school.

Ballet is Baymuir's weakness, but for Jiang Ling, he plans to pick it up again.

"You can dance?" Jiang Weihe was taken aback, his eyes followed him unconsciously.

In his opinion, Baymuir's ballet dance was neither fish nor fowl. Although the movements were in place, how could there be a white swan with a vicious face?

But Bemuir, who was handsome for only three seconds, suddenly let out a cry of pain.

Because he hasn't stretched his tendons for a long time, his limbs are very stiff, but he still forces himself to kick straighter, and he always has the stubbornness to control his legs higher.

After Jiang Weihe rubbed him a few times, he also stood in front of the mirror.

He chose a particularly hot and sexy dance track, stepped on the beat twice, shook his head, and muttered.He was so absorbed in the music that he didn't hear anything else at all.

After entertaining himself for a while, Jiang Weihe suddenly said excitedly: "Come on, change your shoes and dance, you must be able to jazz, right? I made up a paragraph for you, hurry up baby, don't be lazy."

He compiled a lot of large-scale Waves for Bemuir, twisting the head-shoulder-chest-stomach-abdomen-hip several times in succession, using many joints to make a perfect Tidal Wave, and ending with a Powerful Breaking that can break bones.

Excellent impromptu choreography, the movements are very delicate, and any one picked out will be precisely stuck in the mood of the music.

"You can do it, Jiang Weihe." Bemuir adjusted the details in front of the mirror, talking one by one.

"I'm going to call Director Jiang in the future, learn from it." Jiang Weihe has no modesty in his dictionary, "Hurry up and call Master Dancer."

But he really doesn't have to be humble.Jiang Weihe, who originally debuted as a top dancer, is impeccable in every live.

With the same set of choreography, the feeling of two people dancing is very different.

Baymuir's dance is sharply aggressive, and the charming lines reveal a kind of powerful beauty, and he interprets the sexy way beyond gender without getting tired.

No matter how strong and fast the music is, Jiang Weihe's free control of the body is relaxed and orderly, as if he is playing calmly and calmly, as if he will run wildly on the stage the next second he is having fun.The lukewarm romance only bursts out occasionally, but upon closer inspection, there isn't even a stroke of water from the tip of a finger.

I don't know who started the blatant interaction first, that kind of wonderful tacit understanding is like twins.

"You like dancing so much and you're acting?" Bemuir was sweating profusely, wiped his face with a towel, and propped his hands back on the floor.

"They're all beating workers, so they're just making a living." Jiang Weihe flipped the silver chain on his trousers a few times, imitating the sound of coins ringing, and smiled, "Who can't get along with money?"

"Is too much money useful?" Baymuir turned his eyes unconsciously, with wet and shiny eyelashes drooping, and smiled lightly: "Fan Wangjing said, 'Life is born alone, and death goes alone', saying What’s more, people can’t take anything with them from the beginning to the end.”

Jiang Weihe was drinking water and laughed so hard.Not only because of the vulgar person suddenly talking about Buddha, but also because of his awkward accent.This mixed-race Chinese pronunciation is very authentic, except that when pronouncing "S", it occasionally shoots like a machine gun, fast and hard.In life, in death, he said something like four four four four.

"It's over, my wife is going to become a monk, what should I do?" Jiang Weihe bent over and touched his face, looked at him and couldn't help laughing, "How can you be so cute."

At this time, Tina's voice broke in: "Beibei, the courier is here, are you still sending the letter?"

"Wait, I'll check it again." Bemuir said, opening the letter paper covered in Semitic writing.

Tina watched him focus on the inspection, and rolled her eyes again and again: "You send it every month, and your sister replied to you?"

"You still have a sister?" Jiang Weihe raised his eyebrows, "Are you more beautiful?"

Baymuir ignored him, turned to Tina and said, "It's okay, send it. Maybe my sister is too busy, or she moved and changed her address."

"Oh! Great, she must move! Then she won't be able to get the money you sent!" Tina exaggeratedly raised her hands and cheered, "Moving to the cemetery is the best!"

Jiang Weihe became more and more confused. He felt that this bitter drama was so long and realistic. The image of a true, kind and beautiful 24-filial Omega in front of him was lifelike. He couldn't help but ask, "Why?"

"Fuck your shit," Baymuir said.

"Why?" Tina's sarcasm laughed on the ceiling, magnified Bemuir's foreign accent a hundred times, and started a funny imitation show, "My sister's dream is so great, I must let her have no worries to pursue it Dream, don't worry about money. Ouch, are you Santa Bemaria?"

Tina left in a hurry, leaving behind Jiang Weihe, who was full of question marks and in a complicated mood.

Immediately afterwards, Shen He's special band electronic sound sounded in Bemuir's cochlea: "There is an S-level emergency, please act immediately."