Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

Chapter 64

Although Kyogokuhiko ordered a new nightgown, because of the complicated craftsmanship, he had to endure the Superman T-shirt for a few more days, because Diarmuid refused to try such a beneficial activity of sleeping naked.

So he had to engage in another wholesome "activity" with Diarmuid in the bathroom.

"Natsume...is still outside..." Diarmuid pushed Kyogokuhiko's shoulder, turned his head to the side, and made a final weak and hard resistance.

"Don't worry...he won't listen." Kyogokuhiko lowered his voice and laughed as he sucked a red mark on the knight's neck.

When I came back in the afternoon, I went to the video store to buy a Kamen Rider video tape, and prepared some snacks and drinks. Natsume would definitely not disturb them in a short time.

Indeed, Kamen Rider's theme song was already playing outside, and Natsume in the rock music would not even notice what was happening in the bathroom next to him in the bedroom.

"If you're worried, I'll cover it for you." He stretched out his hand to cover the knight's panting lips, his hoarse hissing and sobbing were all blocked in his palm, and the other hand went down, gently teasing and teasing, "I won't bother you today, just relax."

Diarmuid was panting violently, half kneeling on the ground, struggling to hold the sink for strength so as not to fall to the ground, his eyes were dazzled, a low laugh came from his ears, his voice was gentle and lecherous Qi, obviously still looks like a teenager.

Intense moaning, sobbing with a crying voice, hoarse teasing and coaxing mixed with the sound of water, it took quite a while before it subsided.

Taking care of Diarmuid's body today, Kyogokuhiko didn't do it too much. After the rain stopped and the wind stopped, Diarmuid still had the strength to kneel on the bed and dry Kyogokuhiko's hair. The bathrobe was half covered , the red marks on his body faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, Kyogokuhiko just squinted his eyes and snorted dissatisfiedly, pulled Diarmuid to exchange a deep kiss, and let him go before Natsume knocked on the door.

"Sir, can I call Genta before going to bed?" Natsume asked outside the door.

"Go, don't be too late, I have to get up early tomorrow." Kyogokuhiko responded, slightly dissatisfied, pulling back Diarmuid, who had packed his clothes and was about to go out to see the situation, and pressed him back on the bed, turning over and pressing on himself , "Do you still want to spread a quilt for him, sing a lullaby and tell a story?"

"I'm just going to have a look." Diarmuid didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "How old are you and Natsume?"

Kyogokuhiko snorted softly, leaned over and blocked Diarmuid's mouth when he wanted to say something more.

#Can’t say what I want to hear, then don’t say it#

Natsume was completely unaware of the disturbances caused by him, and happily ran to call Kojima Motota. The two children excitedly held the phone and chatted until Kojima Motota was urged by his parents. Go to bed before hanging up.

Hearing Kojima's mother's angry scolding voice over there, Natsume suddenly felt a little depressed, hung up the phone and thought about it, ran to the door of Kyogokuhiko and sat down close to the door with his knees hugged, although he couldn't hear any movement inside But he still stopped for a long time before returning to his room to wash, made his bed and turned off the light, hugged the little rabbit puppet Diarmuid put beside the bed, tossed and turned for a long time before falling into a deep sleep.

Being kicked around by relatives will not make you feel like you are in a precarious situation. When you really find a safe haven, you will find that you miss your dead parents so much.

"Okay, he's gone." Kyogokuhiko leaned over and kissed away the tears seeping from the corners of Diarmuid's eyes, and received an angry stare from the knight. Meaning, the lethality is greatly reduced.

If you disagree, you will kiss, if you disagree, you will touch around, if you disagree, you will do something shameless, and you don’t care if there are people outside. Diarmuid, who can’t make mistakes, has to bury himself with a quilt Get up, I don't want to talk to Kyogokuhiko for a short time.

"Hey, don't you feel very comfortable too?" Jing Jiyan smiled and touched Diarmuiduo's waist and hips. The wet touch made Diarmuiduo's face turn red, and he rubbed hard against the quilt. rubbed.

When he was dizzy and dizzy, he suddenly heard someone's naughty reminder "Natsume is at the door". He even accelerated the speed of his hands even more, making him scream the next second he reacted I ejaculated, I wonder if Natsume heard it...

If you hear...

Dilumu's face was flushed, and he wrapped himself tightly in the quilt and made up his mind that he would never give someone another chance before Natsume went to bed.

Kyogokuhiko, who didn't know anything about his decision, still smiled and hugged the "large quilt roll" in his hand, lowered his voice and softly coaxed him out to wash.

Outside the window, the moon is in the middle of the sky, and the stars are twinkling at a few points, which is the season of good dreams.

Natsume slept late and slept soundly. He had no dreams and even the sound of the alarm clock failed to wake him up.

Kyogokuhiko called for breakfast and it was delivered on time. While opening the food box, he looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, "It's almost time, go and call."

Diarmuid paused for two seconds, pretended nothing had happened, put down the porridge in his hand to wipe his hands, and went to wake Natsume up.

For the two with sensitive five senses, they couldn't hide any movement in this room, including Natsume's little snoring that didn't wake up.

"Natsume, it's time to get up." Diarmuid patted the little flower roll on the bed, stretched out his hand and rolled, rolled Natsume out, the little boy lay on the bed and hummed twice, and said softly: "Sleepy ..."

"Come back to sleep if you're sleepy, good boy." Diarmuid patted Natsume's back patiently, reaching out to lift him up. Natsume followed his strength and knelt on the bed, his eyes were hazy and he was clearly still wandering. The face of someone who opened the curtains in the morning light was gentle and amiable, and his soft tone was vaguely familiar.

Natsume stared straight at Diarmuid for a while, then suddenly hugged Diarmuid's waist and cried loudly, calling "Mom" in a hoarse voice while crying.

Diarmuid: ...?

Sitting in the dining room, Kyogokuhiko could imagine the poor knight's bewildered expression, and couldn't help but chuckle, causing the person on the other end of the phone to ask in surprise, "What's wrong?"

I didn't say anything strange.

"It's nothing." Kyogokuhiko said, "It's just that you are so stupid and creative today, Takuya Mimura."

Takuya Mimura: "..." Who did I provoke?The heartbroken Master Mimura swallowed his anger and continued, "About that job, Yamada-kun wants to ask you a few questions."

Kyogokuhiko paused for a few seconds, dug out such a person from the gap in his memory, and asked, "Is he next to you now?"

"Well, tell him." Mimura Takuya said as he handed the phone to the boy sitting beside him.

Yamada Taro took the phone, glared at Mimura Takuya who acted out of common sense, held the phone and said, "Uh...good morning."

"Morning." Kyogokuhiko pinched a small tomato and stuffed it into his mouth, "So, what do you want to ask?"

"Excuse me... is the salary you said true...?" Yamada Taro asked cautiously, 50 a month, only asking for two meals in the morning and evening, and taking away the inexhaustible ingredients. ah!

"Why, too little?" Kyogokuhiko asked.

"No, no, enough is enough!" Taro Yamada hurriedly said, "Also, what are the working hours?"

"Make breakfast before 07:30 in the morning and dinner before [-]:[-] in the evening. There are three servings in total. If you have any special requirements, I will notify you in advance." Kyogokuhiko said, "If you have no comments, I will start working tonight. I have it here, ask Taku Mimura for the address."

"Okay...Okay!" Yamada Taro subconsciously stood up and bowed under the pressure of his tone, "I will work hard!"

"Well, come on." Jing Jiyan didn't have any expectations. The young master dealt with it, and when he heard that Natsume's crying in the room had turned into intermittent sobbing, he hung up the phone and looked at the newspaper and waited for Dilu Mu Duo came out to have breakfast.

But it was already half an hour after Diarmuid came out with Natsume in his arms.

"Let's eat." Kyogokuhiko raised his eyes and glanced at Natsume's red peach eyes and the water stains on Diarmuido's waist, shaking the newspaper in his hand as if he didn't see it, and said calmly.

"Okay..." Natsume wrinkled his nose, shyly tightening Diarmuid's clothes and refusing to take them off.

"Let me change clothes, let me go first." Diarmuid coaxed a few words patiently, leaned over and put Natsume on the chair so that he could change the clothes that were stained with Natsume's tears and so on.

For a while, only Kyogokuhiko and Natsume were left on the dining table. Natsume grabbed the bread and tore it into small pieces and put it in his mouth. While eating, he looked at Kyogokuhiko timidly, although Diarmuid felt more reliable to him. Some, but Kyogokuhiko made him feel a sense of fear instinctively at some times.

That kind of fear that would not give him any tolerance beyond the allowed range, and even life-threatening.

Kyogokuhiko coughed, put away the newspaper and asked, "Crying?"

Natsume blinked, and said in a low voice, "Hmm..." He paused, and then said, "I'm sorry..."

"Why do you apologize?" Kyogoku raised his eyebrows and said, "You didn't do anything wrong."

"But... I..." Natsume stammered a few words, silently picked up the milk and stopped talking.

Kyogokuhiko looked at Natsume, who was depressed again, and sighed, and said, "Cry if you want to cry, it's not that you are not allowed to cry." He is not a very patient person, and the only patience he has is dedicated to Dilu Mu Duo, the tone of his speech is inevitably not very pleasant, and the important task of coaxing children is a little bit out of bounds for him.

And Natsume is the kind of introverted and sensitive child. Naturally, relatively speaking, he will rely more on the good-tempered, upright and gentle Diarmuid. Without the knight as a lubricant in the middle, he has been here for a few days and Kyogoku Yan's personal communication is almost zero.

Seeing that Natsume stopped talking and just ate bread, and the red peach eyes began to show signs of flooding again, Kyogokuhiko simply closed his mouth, took out his mobile phone and started checking Twitter, no longer trying to find out the child's whereabouts. Complicated heart.

If the child is made to cry again, maybe Diarmuid will have to make trouble with him tonight, and he knows which is more important.

Besides, when Natsume's life here is on the right track, he always has to learn from him how to use the spiritual power in his body. No matter how afraid he is now, he will probably heal himself without medicine if he teaches him.

So when Diarmuid changed his clothes and came out of the room, what he saw was the two of them who were sitting and eating without saying a word. Natsume still had two bags of tears in his eyes, and he looked angry. Bao's pitiful appearance, even if Diarmuid knew that Jing Jiyan hadn't really bullied him, he couldn't help feeling sorry for him, and by the way, he acquiesced to cancel some of Jing Jiyan's special benefits tonight.

Not really an intimate lover, he thought he had every reason to refuse the teasing courtship from his lord.

Diarmuid's thoughts, Kyogokuhiko vaguely noticed a little bit, Diarmuiduo didn't know, where he couldn't notice, Kyogokuhiko would ponder over and over again every slight movement and expression of his, This is the habit left by Kyogokuhiko in the past period of time.

The last thing Kyogokuhiko gave up was the memory of Diarmuid. At that time, he wished he could see every movement and every expression of that person in his heart, for fear that when he woke up, he would not know anything. Remember, it has become an obsession for a long time, even if one day I really have to give up that memory, there will still be a flash of gold in my mind from time to time.

He saw through the knight's mind but didn't say anything, and didn't show any signs of being disturbed by the past. He just smiled casually, reached out and put a piece of bread on Natsume's plate, and got up to leave a milky smile on the corner of Diarmuid's lips. Fragrant kisses.

"You are beautiful and beautiful, I am very happy."

In a word, he was so frivolous that he couldn't say how much sincerity and how much falsehood, but it made Diarmuid stunned when he came to school. When he was passionate, love words that were more boring than this came out of Kyogokuhiko's mouth. It was the first time I heard him talk like this, and I was suddenly inexplicable, my heart beat faster, and I didn't know how to face him.

It just so happened that Natsume cried a lot in the morning and liked to stick to him, so Diarmuid followed suit and took Natsume around the school, leaving Kyogokuhiko behind.

Today I went to Yinglan, which is the leading private school for nobles in the country. As an honorary graduate of the elementary school, Kyogokuhiko is still a legend in the lower grades, even because most of the elementary schools went straight to the school. Junior high school, let his "prestige" spread all the way to junior high school and even high school.

Of course, most of the high school's reputation is still "attributed" to a certain golden idiot young master.

"If he knew you were coming and didn't notify him, he would probably have been crying for a long time." Said the boy walking beside Jing Jiyan.

"It's because I knew that I didn't inform him." Kyogokuhiko said, "Anyway, it's not me who has a headache."

When he came to Yinglan this time, he knew Feng Jingye, and the rest didn't know. He didn't know the twins of the Hitachi family. Even if he was one of the people who supported Mitsukuni Kanozuka to stick to his preferences.

Having learned the lesson of Bingdi, he wisely chose the person with whom he could have a peaceful chat all morning.

After hearing what he said, Feng Jingye said: "I will have a headache."

"You clearly enjoy it." Kyogokuhiko pierced him, "The devil shakes S."

"Where is it, I'm still three points inferior to you." Feng Jingye never forgot those days when he watched the young master do his best.

"Are you really so happy to see him cry?" Kyogokuhiko asked.

"Hmm..." Feng Jingye pondered for a moment, then said, "It's probably the thing that makes me the happiest besides making money."

"Should I really be glad that he is the heir to the Xuwang family and not some poor heroine, otherwise I will lose a good partner." Yan said that he has never written such a standard little romance, but fortunately Feng Jingye did not do anything that lost his IQ, so they can always cooperate happily and make money.

To be precise, he was investing in Feng Jingye, who was the best of the three sons of the Feng family who had no inheritance rights.

From the current point of view, the return is good and the prospect is promising, so he doesn't want the hen (fog) that he worked so hard to raise that will lay golden eggs in the future to fly away with others.

Feng Jingye smiled and said, "Shouldn't it be the hero?"

Kyogokuhiko glanced at him, and said with a sneer, "Do you think there are any women around him who have a good relationship with him?" The reverse harem, surrounded by male creatures, opened the work.

"Maybe this year." Feng Jingye said, "Huan Xin pulled a girl in, although he hasn't found it yet." Thinking of the stupid face that person will appear at that time, he couldn't help the smile on his face Deepen the three.

"Aren't you jealous?" Kyogokuhiko said with a smile.

"Chun Fei is a very good girl." Feng Jingye said meaningfully. Jing Jiyan didn't want the chicken that laid the golden egg to fly away. The duck on the pot is flying. It has been simmering for so long, and it always needs to be stimulated a little bit.

Kyogokuhiko glanced at him, and suddenly felt that it would be great if Diarmuid was as easy to fool as Xu Wanghuan, maybe he would be wiped out and lost for the rest of his life if he was confused, and he would help count the money foolishly.

If you think about it, there is no loss and a steady profit. There is no better business in the world.