Chapter 177: Vow to fight gambling and drugs
Wayne held Philomena's ankle and applied night cream with the other hand. His fingertips slid from the calf to the knee. He rubbed the stiff limbs with his palm and applied it again. I put some night cream on my thighs.
Philomena's smile remained unchanged, as if she had seen every scene before, but her hands tightly pressing the hem of her clothes and her stiff body betrayed her.
Turns out he is a king of words!
Wayne was disdainful. If he dared to show off with such little ability, he was clearly seeking his own death.
He has a kind heart and will kill Philomena's shame today.
"Nice legs!"
Wayne exclaimed in amazement and commented on Philomena's beautiful legs, saying that the skin is delicate, smooth and elastic, the curves are slender and soft, and they are also slender and smooth. They emit white light under the light, like a beautiful piece of art.
The voice was very loud, he said it in such a shameful way, he acted like a pervert, and he swallowed hard after he finished speaking.
It doesn't look like acting at all.
After wiping one leg, Wayne rubbed it with his fingertips, paused for a moment, savored the aftertaste, tilted his head and looked deep into the hem of his clothes.
He let go of the long leg, smiled slightly at Philomena, and when the latter was able to breathe, he suddenly held the other leg, raised it high and put the sole of his foot against his chest.
"ah!"
Philomena exclaimed, her heartbeat accelerated rapidly, her cheeks turned slightly red, and her breathing became short.
"What's the matter, High Priest?"
Wayne's smile was very playful, and he didn't rush to apply night cream and wait for the other party's reply.
Wayne: Are you able to continue?
Philomena: Just keep going!
He persisted until he gave up halfway, and all previous efforts were in vain, especially Wayne's eyes, which were full of provocation, making Philomena particularly unhappy.
You are a tool man who does rough work, a functional product, a servant, a servant, a handyman, what is there to be proud of!
"Be gentle, it just hurt me."
"I see, I thought the high priest was shy."
Wayne suddenly understood, and while apologizing for his rudeness, he said: "Think about it, at your age and in a high position, you have never seen anything. How can you be shy if you are so young?"
He continued to apply the night cream: "High Priest, you should pay attention to your maintenance. Look at your leg muscles. They are as hard as stones. Don't let the work pressure crush you, otherwise you will age quickly."
Having said that, some curves are beautiful but superficial. The pressure of life erodes the energetic body. Fatigue and weakness will cause muscles to relax, and the skin will lose its elasticity and become full of wrinkles.
Just like those cosmetics advertisements, they can be exaggerated as much as possible.
Wayne could tell that Philomena cared very much about her appearance, and any word related to aging would hit her hard.
As expected, Philomena immediately took the bait: "That's really nice. Do you know women very well?"
Of course, it is not ruled out that she would change the topic and draw attention away from Wayne's magical palm.
"Very understanding."
Wayne was full of confidence, holding his calf with his palms, kneading the tight and stiff curves: "To be polite, the high priest can go out and inquire. Looking at Lundan now, I claim to know the second best woman, no one dares to claim that First."
Such a scumbag?
Philomena shrank her legs subconsciously. If this was the case, then she would stop playing.
Wayne held on to his ankle tightly and raised his eyebrows at Philomena: "I am a women's clothing designer. Do you know that stockings are the most popular women's product in London? I designed them."
Philomena was stunned for a moment and said in disbelief: "Did you design it?"
She knew about silk stockings. She was resting in Paris two days ago and saw the silk stockings under the brand of 'Xiffy Valentine'. She fell in love with them at that time. They were cheap and could not find the source. She only learned about the imported silk stockings after being introduced to them. Windsor Lundam from across the sea.
At that time, she thought about snapping up a few pairs when she arrived in Lundam.
She never expected that the designer was right in front of her, still touching her legs.
"..."
"I'm asking you something, stop touching me!"
"Sorry, it feels so good, it's a bit addictive."
Wayne made no secret of the fact that he was a pervert, there was no need for it, not to mention touching her, and Philomena, his first love, was not worthy of his pretense.
Since ancient times, sincerity has been replaced by sincerity. If you don't have good intentions, you can only get bad intentions.
"Continue talking about stockings, where did you get the inspiration? Are there any other products that haven't been released yet?" Philomena was particularly enthusiastic.
Inspiration comes from a good pair of legs on the train.
Because the owner of the legs is a teacher, Wayne couldn't mention it and jumped directly to the next topic: "There are indeed many products that have not been released, such as women's underwear..."
He glanced deep into the clothes and sneered: "A bad style is neither beautiful nor practical, and your aesthetic is no more than that."
Philomena was furious, thought about it, pressed her bathrobe again, and said unconvinced: "Take out your product, I want to see how beautiful and practical it is."
"Can't do it!"
Wayne shook his head: "The product has not yet been launched. If the design concept is leaked because of showing it to you, I, the designer, will have to pay a lot of money to the company."
"That means no?" Philomena challenged.
"There are no new products, but there are old ones."
Wayne reached up and took out a pair of stockings from his pants pocket, opened the package and helped Philomena put them on.
Why do you carry stockings with you?
Philomena felt that Wayne had come prepared. She was about to say something when she found that the posture between the two of them was too ambiguous. The little pervert was almost lying on her body. Her shame overcame her desire to win and she pushed the pervert away from the sofa. Stand up.
She put on her stockings and spun around in a circle: "How are you doing? Do they look good?"
Even more curvy than before...
Can rush!
Wayne's throat was a little dry, but he had to admit that Philomena was amazingly charming, with almost no flaws in her appearance and figure, and she was also a first-rate model among beauties.
"I'm asking you a question, stop reading!"
The corner of Philomena's mouth curled up, very satisfied with Wayne's obsessed attitude. She knew that as long as she personally executed the plan, Gou Gou pointed her finger at the opponent and he would fall.
Chris, you are no match for him. It has nothing to do with you here.
"It looks very nice, but the bathrobe is a bit mismatched, which affects the overall beauty. From the perspective of a fashion designer, I suggest you take off the bathrobe immediately." Wayne said seriously, he is a professional, I believe he can't Something is wrong.
Philomena rolled her eyes and said angrily: "Where are the women's underwear you designed? Bring it over tomorrow, otherwise I will tell the Ministry of Magic that you are perfunctory. I don't see any good intentions. I only see that you have no regard for the Moonlight Church." There’s so much respect.”
Oh my god, this is power, it’s so useful!
It was Wayne's turn to roll his eyes: "In addition to underwear, I have also designed many new styles of clothing, suitable for all seasons, and I am confident that each one can lead the fashion trend."
Then hand it over!
Philomena was so greedy that her saliva almost drooled out, and she was even more dissatisfied with Wayne's appetizing behavior.
"I can't get it. It would be too troublesome to bring them all. There will be at least three wardrobes."
"Then I'll go to your house."
"..."
Wayne was speechless. He had already overestimated this woman's love for beauty, but to his surprise, he underestimated it.
Philomena realized that she had lost her composure, regained her composure, and said calmly: "Bring ten items here every day. As long as you are sincere enough, I will cooperate with your work and will not complain to the Ministry of Magic."
"One piece a day."
"You want to delay?"
"No, the finished product is available, but the size is not suitable. The company's models are not as tall or long as you, nor do they have your slender waist..." Wayne said, glancing at Philomena's chest again.
The implication is that the figure is too good and I can’t find a finished product that matches my size.
The flattering pictures were taken by ordinary people and by professionals, and the effect was different. Philomena was very happy and told Wayne not to stand there stupidly and to go back to work now.
"You won't let me stay the night tonight?"
"Clothes are important."
Philomena said without conscience. She felt that Wayne was right. Being distant and avoiding suspicion would make the Ministry of Magic suspicious. Children who stayed overnight every night knew that their bodies could not bear it.
"Okay, I will bring a finished product over tomorrow, but I need to measure the size." Wayne rubbed his hands and apologized for not bringing a measuring tape.
It’s not a big problem. The hands of professional fashion designers are the most accurate measuring tapes.
Philomena curled her lips, everyone knew what a magician had, and they could tell it just by looking at it, so why do they have to take action?
To put it bluntly, it’s not about taking advantage of the situation.
She didn't refuse, she opened her hands openly and asked Wayne to go faster.
It's just a measurement. It's not like I didn't see it when I was in Luzerburg, so I just implemented the plan. Five minutes later.
Wayne looked at his hands in a daze. It was too easy. He once again faced the bonus of a hero saving a beauty. No wonder rich kids in novels would hire rogue gangsters to molest good women. This trick was so effective.
Be a hero next time!
Philomena sat on the sofa with a blushing face, picking up the black tea on the coffee table to cover up her embarrassment. Her heartbeat was too fast, her thoughts were slipping, and she started to have some random thoughts.
Wayne looked at Philomena quietly, waited for her to take a few sips, and then said quietly: "I drank that cup."
Philomena coughed repeatedly, cold air erupted from her palms, she froze the teacup and brewed tea into ice lumps, and stared at the little pervert fiercely.
You didn't tell me earlier!
Wayne shook his head and advised: "How about forget it. I will cooperate with you in pretending to be addicted to women. You will achieve your goal and you don't have to do anything you don't like."
"My target was never the Ministry of Magic!"
When it came to business, Philomena quickly returned to normal, gritted her teeth and said: "You should have been a disciple of the Moonlight Church. I will win you back and pay for your previous negligence. I will not be wronged."
"The route of the strategy is wrong. We can spend money. It won't cost much."
Wayne kindly reminded him that he was actually very easy to seduce. The Moonlight Church family had a great business, so if they just threw out a few artifacts, he would be the Moonlight Goddess's man.
It seems reasonable to say that his silver cross must have a place for Moonlight. This was decided from the beginning. It really doesn't cost much for the Moonlight Church to go in both directions.
"What I want is not a free mage, but a devout moonlight disciple." Philomena made her attitude clear. Loyalty is either absolute or absolutely disloyal. She wants everything from Wayne.
"Then you shouldn't continue..."
Wayne spread his hands and said: "Listen to me, stop teasing. It's still too late to stop the loss in time. If you continue to act like this, you will be the only one who will lose both people and money."
Philomena didn't believe it, she was full of confidence in her own charm, and when she got to that point, she could lose both money and make peace.
The nuns are so crazy!
Seeing that the other party insisted on giving it away, Wayne couldn't help but feel his scalp numb, and advised again: "How about changing to someone else, you will make a profit if it succeeds, and you will not lose if it fails. It is better than taking risks on your own."
"Chrissy?"
"That's right."
Wayne readily admitted that few people knew about him being sealed by the Moonlight Church. If Philomena could get the information, the news must have been leaked by her senior sister, and there was nothing to hide.
Such a senior sister secretly sold him to an old aunt, what kind of peace of mind did she have?
I haven't eaten meat yet, but I'm afraid I won't be able to eat it. You are so willing to share, do you want to make progress?
Wait, I’ll give you some color when I get back!
Wayne Manoko was all Chris's brain, and Philomena, who was left alone, was extremely unhappy and said angrily: "Just because she is young, ten years and a few months younger than me?"
Auntie, your fraction is quite long!
The flaws were so great that he almost choked Wayne to death. He nodded seriously: "Yes, I just like young people. From a mathematical point of view, Chrissy and Chrissy are you. Two to one, this is Is it difficult to choose a question?”
This makes no sense. How could you do this?
Philomena was furious. Why didn't she think she was old when she just touched her? She said viciously: "Don't talk too much. Sooner or later, I will make you obedient."
"It's too difficult, I still recommend letting Ke..."
"Do you dare to make a bet?"
"..."
Wayne didn't say anything. He vowed to be sworn in with gambling and drug addiction, and he always avoided gambling and drug addiction whenever possible.
Unless you win!
"If I can't win your heart and make you obedient, I promise not to entangle you anymore. On the contrary..." Philomena gritted her teeth and said: "You will become the disciple of the Moonlight Goddess, and you will be driven by me without any complaints. ”
I am already a disciple of the Moonlight Goddess, and I am just one step away from having enough to eat and drink!
Wayne weighed the pros and cons and felt that he was not losing either way. He looked at Philomena with pity and said, "High Priest, I bet, but the ugly words will come first. If you lose, don't be unreasonable."
"I am very mature and have long passed the age of being unreasonable."
"It's hard to say..."
Wayne shook his head and insisted on adding additional terms to the bet. The two hammered it out and finally reached a bet.
Philomena was overjoyed and asked Wayne to come over quickly, take off her stockings and continue applying night cream.
"High Priest..."
"Mina!"
"Okay, Mina."
Wayne looked at Philomena, who looked shy. She looked awkward. Again, the mask was too fake.
He complained: "If I am not wrong, you have not been deceived by a man, please remind me that only sincerity can be exchanged for sincerity. Showing off your beauty like this cannot tie up a man, it can only exchange for a man's irresponsible lust." Heart."
He tapped his chest, implying that he wanted to be careful.
Philomena was thoughtful and expressed that she had learned the lesson. She heard Wayne asking: "Now that you understand, do you still want me to help you take off your stockings?"
"No."
Philomena shook her head: "According to the schedule, you will accompany me to the museum tomorrow afternoon. In the evening... you will ask me to watch a movie instead. You are not allowed to be late."
Seeing that the other party really understood, Wayne secretly regretted that he would have known better before taking off his socks.
Now it's fine, the free benefits are gone.
Fortunately, it's not a big problem. I'll go back and work overtime and bring the cheongsam over tomorrow.
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November 8th.
Windsor Museum.
Ambassador Wayne acted as a tour guide under the orders of the Ministry of Magic, taking Philomena, the high priest of the Moonlight Church, to visit the museum, along with two twin magicians, Verna and Dede.
Judging from the configuration, these two are the personal bodyguards of the high priest.
It's a bit unnecessary. If something happens, it's unclear who will protect whom.
Moreover, at this juncture, no one dares to take action against Philomena, especially the Ministry of Magic. Only going crazy will aggravate the conflict.
Philomena is so charming that she never leaves her veil in public, but even if she only shows half her face, she still turns heads.
I would break up a pair when I saw one, and within an hour, I would break up seven or eight pairs.
In terms of manners, the high priest maintained his identity and was well-mannered, noble, elegant and unsmiling. He held Wayne's arm and walked with him in the exhibition hall.
Faced with the indignant looks of his male compatriots, Wayne held his head high and refused to explain, and his body was not afraid of the shadows twisting. No amount of rumors could scare him.
Philomena was still thinking about how to get distracted, completely unaware that this was also a trap.
According to her plan, even if it failed, the result would be nothing more than a loss of both life and money. Listening to Wayne, she would lose her heart.
According to Wayne, even though Philomena lost everything, she was actually the final winner.
In true love, the one who doesn't ask for anything in return is the final winner.
Because they get what they want without getting anything in return!
Love without heart is very scary. It is just a transaction on the street. When you turn around and say goodbye, there is silence and empty memories. There is no winner.
Thinking of this, Wayne immediately lost his sense of guilt. He needed to grow up in life. The youth of the high priest was not complete. He could still be saved by paying the tuition.
Philomena held Wayne's arm and didn't pay attention to the dazzling array of exhibits. Her eyes would always be on Wayne involuntarily.
Strangely enough, she always felt that Wayne was the same age as her. Even if the information was clearly written, she still felt that Wayne was the same age as her.
The reason for preconceptions is that when we first met, Wayne performed perfectly in the forbidden magic field. He was strong, kind and very gentleman. He didn't look like a young boy.
Philomena wouldn't think so, she was not old, she was very young, that's why she felt like she was the same age as Wayne.
That's it!
Philomena wore light makeup today. Every time she noticed Wayne looking at her from the corner of her eye, she would smile slightly, waiting to see the guilty look on the other side.
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Because of Philomena’s status, some exhibition halls in the museum were closed and specially used to receive her.
For example, the current historical exhibition hall.
A piece of silver-white knight armor stands with a sword. These armors are made of copper, iron and other metals. Each piece is purely handmade. After years of baptism, it still maintains considerable integrity.
Careful observation reveals that these armors are all genuine, with sword slash marks still there. Although the patterns on the helmets and breastplates have been blurred, the outline of the tulip can still be detected.
Wayne looked curious and took two steps forward to take a closer look.
Opposite, the knight's armor slowly raised its head, and a pair of red lights suddenly opened.
There is murderous intent!
(End of this chapter)