Chapter 110 Be Responsible for People

Chapter 110 Be Responsible for People

There were almost invisible marks growing on the epidermis of Fan Ci'en's temple area, which caused a slight itch.

"You're welcome." Fan Ci'en's knees were so weak that she could hardly get up. No matter what she thought about doing to help her, she felt an all too familiar excitement in her heart, so excited that her whole body was trembling.

Not to mention small favors like picking up hair bands and finding cats, sending that defenseless man Zhai Yang to jail and saving his wife from danger is a real feat.

Zhang Ye always said that she didn't love Cui Jing. She was just too curious, and happened to differentiate into an Alpha, and happened to be interested in a woman, and this interest was not satisfied, so she kept thinking about it. She thought it made sense.

Fan Ci'en's eyes were fixed on Cui Jing.

Cui Jing lowered her head to tie her hair. The wind was strong on the sea, blowing her hat behind her like a mad cat without any sense of proportion, sticking to her neck.

That’s… bullshit.

"I'll tie your hair with you." Fan Ci'en suggested enthusiastically, "I'm also good at tying hair." She was eager to do something.

Cui Jing shook her head and refused.

She was so slow and tiring that Fan Ci'en could not bear it any more. He wanted to help but didn't show that he needed help. Just when Cui Jing was wondering when she would lose control, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her hat from behind to prevent it from being blown too wildly by the wind.

Fan Ci'en was a little proud. She didn't ask for help, but she didn't say no. Without the interference of the hat, Cui Jing tied her hair into a bun. The bun was too heavy, so it hung loosely behind her neck, showing some gentleness.

But her expression was too cold, her eyes too indifferent. Fan Ci'en felt uncomfortable because of her refusal to let him go. She explained, "I saw that the wind was too strong, so..."

This time she didn't get a "thank you". Cui Jing blinked quietly and said, "I'm a little sleepy."

Fan Ci'en stood up immediately and said, "Then... let's rest first. It's so late, it's time to rest."

"Yeah." Cui Jing yawned.

Fairly obedient.

But Fan Ci'en only listened halfway. She was too independent.

Sometimes she wants this, sometimes she wants that. This is an extremely self-centered person. This kind of person had this kind of personality before the group was divided. In the old society, the gender consciousness grew up to be such an absolutely self-centered person, and she was more vigilant than everyone she came into contact with.

Don't think she is so obedient now. A mentally ill dog will bite back at anyone who touches its head without warning and will bite through the hand without letting go. It is best to be killed by the hound team so as not to harm people.

She shouldn't have had any contact with such people and would stay away from them when she returned home.

She didn't really plan to ask Fan Ci'en to do anything. She only wanted to find a cat to give her something to do, so that she wouldn't go crazy after cleaning it out too much.

The most urgent thing is to return home as soon as possible.

The housekeeper would get up at five o'clock to patrol, and at the latest he would tell Zhai Yang that she was missing at nine o'clock during her breakfast time, by which time she would have already left the private waters.

Cui Jing went down to the deck.

Xue Yijie didn't know what was going on with him, she didn't even know whether he was in the country.

In the bedroom on the right, someone was making the bed, spreading a thin blanket at the foot of the bed and hanging a nightgown by the bed.

"Ms. Cui."

Zhang Ye greeted them holding a portable steam iron. This cross-border "rescue" pioneer team came in a hurry. After getting off the plane, they spent money to buy a local unused yacht. The owners of the boat were a DINK couple who sailed around. The deck outside was exposed to the wind and sun and was renovated. The deck below was not exposed to the wind and rain and was still in its original layout. It was well maintained, but not as luxurious as the deck.

The bedroom was not big, with a separate bathroom. There was not much space left after putting a 1.2-meter bed in the room. It was kept clean and tidy, with the air-conditioning at a moderate temperature, all taken care of by Zhang Ye.

Cui Jing saw the rectangular glasses that Assistant Zhang was wearing. The lenses were more decorative than functional, and also for defense.

His eyes and the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling, and it was a very polite smile.

As Fan Ci'en's personal assistant, Zhang Ye had entertained male celebrities before. But he didn't have to do anything. In the eyes of others, those Internet celebrity boys were well-behaved, considerate, gentle and sensible.

"Ms. Cui..."

Cui Jing saw that he was hesitant to speak, "Just say whatever you want to say."

"You asked Sister Fan to help you, but you can't afford the price. Sorry, I heard your conversation. The boat is so small, just a few meters away." There was a kind of hidden pride in Zhang Ye's attitude.

"Just a kind reminder."

What nonsense.

Cui Jing didn't understand his arrogance. "Thank you for your reminder."

Zhang Ye was pleased with her tact.

During the seven years he was Xiao Fan's assistant, she had fallen in love three times. All three times were young mature men. This might be another of her fetishes. This did not even include her many lovers who did not even have a name -

Fan Ci'en is a pretty qualified bad guy.

So much so that after the group split, her badness was covered up by the Alpha's out-of-control label, so that she would not be so unique and classified as Alpha's unique garbage quality. Because Alpha's reputation is already bad.

Zhang Ye added, "Why don't you just be a good president's wife?"

Cui Jing was about to say something.

Someone jumped off the deck. There was a loud thump, interrupting their conversation. Fan Ci'en came in with an open box of fruit. "What are you talking about?"

The two separated.

The sour aroma of apples in the air was like apples bursting in Zhang Ye's cheeks, making his cheeks sour and his saliva secreted.

It smells terrible.

……

After Cui Jing washed up and turned off the lights, she could only rest for a few hours before she had to go ashore.

Zhang Ye had just finished cleaning up the bedroom on the other side. He went up to the deck. Little Sister Fan was sitting on a cherry wood soft chair, staring at the rough sea in a daze. In one hand, she held a plastic fruit plate filled with neatly sliced ​​oxidized apples.

Zhang Ye really couldn't understand people's love for apples, even more than Sister Fan herself understood her love for Cui Jing.

Sister Fan reached for her phone from the table. Zhang Ye sat down next to her. "What are you looking at?"

Fan Ci'en was browsing the web and read an orthopedic comic book recommended by netizens. It was produced on the Internet before the group split. It involved moral ethics and spread bad information, so it was removed from the platform and then appeared on major pirated websites.

The endless stream of pornographic advertisements on the edges of web pages kept pace with the times. There were thin-waisted beauties, croupier bunny boys, and men with engorged chest muscles. They were charming and attractive but polluted the eyes, making Zhang Ye ashamed.

"Read the comics, the heroine called the police and sent her mother to jail, then eloped with her sister. The mother abused her sister since she was a child, and she also held her husband's life in her hands."

"It sounds like the ending is good." Zhang Ye handed over the phone. "It's a story of justice. The protagonist knows the law and abides by it... Look at this girl."

"I don't think so." Fan Ci'en held Zhang Ye's hand and looked at his phone. "I think she should be with her mother. Her mother is more attractive than her childish sister."

Zhang Ye didn't know what to say, so he shut up. His phone was filled with selfies, photos taken by others, and videos. In the video, the woman stood straight like a model applying for a job, and introduced her name, age, and second sex in simple terms.

This is a young Omega.

"What's wrong with this Omega?" Fan Ci'en pushed the fruit plate on the table from the edge to the center, and his interest dropped.

Zhang Ye was completely unaware:

"Her mouth is very similar to Ms. Cui's, and even her appearance is a little similar, except that she is a little too thin. But she intends to gain weight, so her body shape is not a problem. I have seen that girl in real life, and the lower half of her face is really similar to hers."

Before he could finish his words, he was grabbed by the throat and slammed into the composite panel wall behind him, shaking the glass window. He struggled to hold her hand and squeezed out a distorted voice:

"Don't you think she's great to kiss? Why don't you satisfy your craving first? Uh..."

The female Alpha was very strong and she cut off his voice. Zhang Ye was unable to break free with both hands. Since she became an Alpha, she had changed from a mentally ill patient with wealth, power, equipment and strong combat power to an even more violent hyperthyroid terrorist.

Zhang Ye was suppressed by the strange mint pheromone. His head felt like it was being stabbed by needles, and the lack of oxygen in his lungs caused him to have tinnitus and nausea.

When he came to his senses again, he was lying on the aisle in a panic, his body crawling, a lot of saliva flowing out of his mouth, and tiny pieces of sand stuck to the torn mucous membrane of his lower jaw.

Even the captain, who didn't understand Chinese, looked at the commotion here with curiosity.

"Cough cough... cough cough cough!" Zhang Ye held his neck with his hands, his eyes filled with horror and a hint of humiliation on his face.

"Assistant Zhang, you should listen to me now." Fan Ci'en squatted down and pulled Zhang Ye's hair, smiling, "If you continue to be so self-righteous, you're done for, you know that?"

Zhang Ye couldn't help shaking. Her eyes looked like those of lowly lovers who could be abused. He resisted the urge to flinch and said calmly:

"I just want to help you."

Fan Ci'en's tone was still frivolous, "If you want to help me, find a way to make her my girlfriend, I might be happy. Making some fakes is nothing."

"Are you serious?"

Fan Ci'en put away her indifferent tone most of the time and said seriously: "I have told you many times, is it you who just can't understand what I am saying?"

For some reason, she didn't like the way Zhang Ye spoke to her. It seemed... like he didn't respect her at all.

"I understand." Zhang Ye straightened his crooked glasses and said sarcastically:

"So you were willing to be hit on the head and didn't send the person to the hospital. You were turned down but still came to help her and spent your time, money and energy. If she had been ignoring you, I would have protected you silently. After all, this is love." Fan Ci'en, who was serious for more than three seconds, really broke the defense.

"I didn't say I would just protect you all the time."

Fan Ci'en thought about the night when he went to ask for forgiveness. Halloween night was really a beautiful dream.

The lady made porridge.

Although the smell was ordinary, she liked the atmosphere, especially the atmosphere of the lady's actions. The air seemed to be cast with some kind of time-stopping magic, like her hometown, like water vapor passing through a long-standing courtyard with banana trees, and through an old antique beaded door curtain...

A small child sat on the floor, her arms and legs were small, and she was plump and white. The room and the living room were very large. She put the pacifier in her mouth and bit it, fiddling with the imported toy in her hand. It was very quiet.

But the children's silence will be broken.

The housekeeper stared at her pacifier all day long. Because she was already three years old and was heavily attached to the pacifier, Fan Ci'en coaxed the pacifier, which was bitten and cracked, away from her.

Since she was little, Fan Ci'en has put anything she could touch in her mouth. Her father, who loves her son dearly, pulls her hands out of her mouth, takes away and disinfects toys if they touch dirty places, and disinfects toys in the nursery all day long, but he can't stop Fan Ci'en from using local furniture to try to put them in her mouth.

At the age of ten, Fan Ci'en began to suspect that she was mentally ill.

Her first consultant was when she was fourteen years old. At a private international high school, someone passed a ball signed by an NBA player in the classroom. Every time the ball flew over the classroom, it caused cheers of varying decibels.

She used the basketball to smash the head of the boy in the back row who was shouting at an extremely loud volume, thus stopping him from speaking.

After listening carefully to her symptoms, the counselor showed empathy and even shed tears, saying:

"Dear baby, you must not have been satisfied during the oral stage. Children in this period will use their mouths to explore the outside world. They will like to eat their hands, various things, and various toys. At this time, adults should not interfere too much, otherwise they may have aggressive tendencies in the future, doubt and distrust others, and it may be a little difficult to establish close relationships with others. My strong baby."

Since then, Fan Ci'en has changed several consultants. Her current consultant, Dr. Liu, is professional and sensitive. Most importantly, he is very useful to her.

Dr. Liu suggested that she create an environment that makes herself comfortable. It is best if this environment consists of only objects, not people, because people are uncertain.

But Fan Ci'en still felt this feeling in Cui Jing.

It’s very reassuring, a feeling of the peace and tranquility of a distant childhood.

Fan Ci'en wanted to experience that feeling again. Not only that, she wanted to experience that feeling more. She wanted everything she wanted from her wife.

“Choi Jung is very different.”

Zhang Ye was speechless when he heard this. The three previous husbands who had become history also said the same thing. "Then congratulations, you may have a girlfriend in the near future."

"Not my girlfriend!" Fan Ci'en picked up the phone that had fallen to the ground. The screen was cracked, and when it turned on, an advertisement popped up. "I want to marry her!"

——The mobile phone screen displayed a shocking wave that shocked humanity, and the sound of fierce game battles and high-pitched ecstatic female voices rang out. There was also a male voice with a dry cough.

"Cough, cough, cough!" The male voice was Zhang Ye. He choked himself while drinking water to calm himself.

Fan Ci'en went to the fork advertisement. She has a rich knowledge of the male body and a lot of material. On the contrary, she knows very little about the female body except for herself, and most of her knowledge comes from pop-up ads, pornographic films, and fabricated erotic articles recommended on the homepage of the App.

No matter how rich you are, you can’t avoid this kind of stuff. As long as the rich live in the same online domain as everyone else, when it comes to vulgar ads, everyone on the Internet is equal.

So crazy.

As a woman, why should she see naked homosexuals? She should see half-naked mature men. Now, there are indeed half-naked men, but her orientation is gone forever.

She was somewhat polluted before the group split. These vulgar things made her subconscious sense of homosexuality dirty, obscene, and impure, waiting for a certain opportunity to explode.

Fan Ci'en finally turned off the advertisement.

The visual images are lingering, so…what is it like to do it with a woman, and what is it like to do it with my wife.

The memory made her scalp tingle, and the dark heart rose again. The villain with black wings said: Why were you so soft-hearted that day? You are not afraid of offending anyone. Look, the duck in your hand flew away, and now you haven't eaten it yet; the man with white wings said: Do you understand sustainable development? A good woman must be responsible for others. Be patient.

The white angel turned out to be the elementary school voice of the little kid.

Correct.

Be responsible to people!

Fan Ci'en excitedly and solemnly declared again: "I want to marry her. I want her to be my wife."