Witch, Open Your Eyes

A luxurious cruise ship is parked in the port, and the snow-white exterior paint is particularly bright against the sun and waves. Fang Daichuan flicked the tie clip on his chest, where a miniature microphone was hidden. He wore a formal three-piece suit with a narrow waist and straight legs. The makeup artist cleverly glued his drooping eyes into long, narrow parallel eyes, which lined his thin face, and looked very unkind.

He got out of the luxury car, and while walking in, he adjusted the cufflinks that match the color of the tie, glanced around quietly, and raised his leg up the steps.

"Hey, let's say that they are actors. This is a wealthy young man and gentle scum who raised his hand and waved his waist." The little police officer in the car in the distance stared at the monitor and exclaimed.

Another police officer curled his lips: "With such a good acting skill and such long legs, why can't he get hot?"

"You have bad luck," Xiao Qiang smiled, "you can take the life and death game in any car, you can see that luck is pretty good."

As they were talking, Fang Daichuan had already boarded the boat. A policewoman followed him, pretending to be a female companion, half an assistant and half surveillance, wearing a skirt with half breasts, holding his right hand, smiling like a flower. Fang Daichuan put his right hand in his trouser pocket, talking and laughing with the beautiful women around him all the way, his walking posture was full of waves.

"This must be Young Master Qin!" As soon as he entered the hall, someone greeted him and stretched out his hands. "When did Young Master Qin return to China? I said I would be with you. You have a lot of talents. Now I finally have a chance. I It's Lu Jiu, who works in cooperation."

Fang Daichuan grinned, stretched out his hand and shook his hand, and only symbolically gave three fingertips to others.

"It's you, I know you. The old man before the son called and had to come back. When he came back, he shut the house and talked about it. Give me a free time. But today, I ran out. Our brothers chatted hard." Fang Daichuan patted. His shoulders.

"Eh, eh!" Lu Jiu nodded hurriedly. He turned his eyes and saw the two large suitcases pushed by the waiter behind. "Where is your room? I asked them to bring the luggage in, Tang Young, sister Zhu and they are all here, would you say hello in the past?"

Fang Daichuan raised his eyebrows: "No, I just returned home, and the jet lag hasn't reversed yet. I don't know them well. Let me go back to rest first, and you will recommend you if you are tired after dinner."

Lu Jiu hurriedly said, "Please, please, I will give you some wine and bring it in. You two have a good rest."

"You are quite able to pretend," entering the elevator, the female officer leaned on his shoulder and smiled, her voice is very small but very calm, "I was scared into a cold sweat, are you clever?"

Fang Daichuan licked her lips at random, attached ears to the tips of her ears and smiled: "After all, I graduated from Chinese opera, so I can't smash the sign of my alma mater."

The two entered the sixth floor, found their room, opened the door and flashed in.

The two pretended to kiss each other, while stroking each other's shoulders, while testing the camera in the room with a small instrument on their fingertips. Everything was normal, and the two of them relaxed. Fang Daichuan raised his neck and moved his wrists.

As soon as they packed up, there was a knock at the door.

Fang Daichuan took off his jacket, and his suit and vest pulled out a thin, narrow waist. He pulled off a few buttons on his neckline and scratched his hair. The policewoman tacitly thrown off her high heels, took off her skirt and threw it on the ground, and then wrapped it in a blanket.

A waiter outside the door brought a drink: "Mr. Lu greets you and invites you to take a break to the first deck. Our ship is about to sail, and there is a departure ball on the first floor."

Fang Daichuan smiled, and stuffed a wad of cash in his hand: "It's work."

They changed their clothes, and the deck had already begun to lively, and there was a classical siren.

Fang Daichuan raised his hand and pinched a piece of bruise on his neck, pulled up his female partner affectionately, and went downstairs.

People come and go on the first floor deck.

He took a glass of wine, sat leaning on the beach chair by the swimming pool, put on a shirt, threw cufflinks on the side table casually, and the cuffs were rolled up, revealing half of his forearm.

"Baby, give me a push," Fang Daichuan reached out and grabbed the policewoman's wrist, with a slight effort, pulling her whole body on him, "Come, kiss."

The two laughed for a while, and then kissed.

"Be smart at the banquet at night," Fang Daichuan's lips wandered between the female partner's auricles, the breath in his throat with a shallow gasp, he put it into the microphone, and blushed at the few police officers who followed far behind on the boat. Heartbeat, "I hold them, you go find..."

He didn't finish a word, and a cat suddenly jumped on his head.

Fang Daichuan froze for a moment, then turned his head to look, a black cat, completely black, without half a hair, but with a white belly woven with snow, the cat barked several times and licked its front paws. , There was a familiar tsundere in his eyes.

Fang Daichuan suddenly stood up from the beach chair, and his heart beat instantly.

The cat was taken aback by him, and tilted his head to look at him. After a while, he reluctantly turned around his right foot twice and sniffed his trousers. Fang Daichuan squatted down and knelt, reaching out to touch it, and the silver white ring passed through the smooth fur of the black cat.

Suddenly, Maoji ran forward two steps, then looked back to see that he hadn't followed, and then ran over to bite his trousers.

The policewoman was a little dumbfounded and wanted to ask him what's wrong, but Fang Daichuan didn't care about her, and compared to the individual's follow-up gesture, he quickly followed the cat.

The black cat is agile and walks through the crowd, turning his head to look at Fang Daichuan from time to time, as if to say why you are so stupid. The most tugged look of Lao Tzu in the whole world is like his master.

Fang Daichuan dealt with a few people all the way, and after a few words of greeting, he walked away and followed the black cat upstairs from the lobby on the first deck.

The fourth floor is quiet. It is the afternoon when guests are resting in the room or playing downstairs. On the brown hairy carpet, a black hair ball quietly led the way. Turning to the guest room area, the observation deck on the fourth floor is in front of you, and the beach chair you just sat on is facing downstairs.

Fang Daichuan's heartbeat was getting faster and faster, he only thought of one possibility, but he was afraid that he had too much expectations and couldn't accept it. For a while, he could only hear the roar of blood flowing in his veins.

Turning the corner, the sun flooded the deck, and the distant sea water was pulsating in the sun.

A figure suddenly nailed into his eye.

The man was leaning against the railing, only half of his side face was seen. The small hairs on the side of his face were faintly visible in the sun. The long flax-colored eyelashes were translucent by the sun, like half-melted snow. On his eyelids. He was holding a glass of wine, the golden liquor swayed sweet golden ripples in the glass, and the silver ring on his little finger was dazzling.

Fang Daichuan's eyes were stabbed in pain by the light, and he did not dare to move, for fear of stepping on it and crushing the hard-weaving dream with one foot.

Hearing the movement, the man turned his head slightly, and his light amber eyes showed a gray-green background in the sunlight.

Li Sinian.

Fang Daichuan roared loudly in his heart.

The sea breeze blows in the distance, and by the swimming pool on the first deck, there are men and women who are talking and laughing, their clothes are fragrant and their ears are worn together.

Fang Daichuan lowered his head and laughed, then stepped out and slammed his fist up.