Chapter 153 Will Return

Qiao Susu herself had no idea what she said in the end.

Because the whole memory became sticky, the last scene in the memory was Karl leaning over, his tall nose touching her nose, and his breath mixing with hers.

Did she agree? She didn't remember, but from that day on, Karl started to cling to her in various ways. Not only did he control her more and more, but he also began to make excessive demands on her in that matter.

One day, she was standing in front of the sink washing the cup she had used to drink juice from, when she suddenly felt a heat source on her back and a weight on her head.

Karl stood behind her, holding her in his arms. His two strong arms wrapped around her from behind, and he took the glass from her hand and put it under the faucet to wash it. Qiao Suisui only reached his chest. Karl bent down slightly and rested his chin on the top of her head. The two people had a huge difference in size. From behind, only the man's broad back could be seen.

Qiao Susu suddenly became nervous. Zong Fang was in the room at that moment, and she guiltily bumped his ribs with her elbow.

"I, I can wash myself, you go back." She said in a low voice.

Karl raised his eyebrows, glanced at her, and asked, “What are you doing, like a thief?”

Qiao Susu found it difficult to explain, so she simply wiped her hands and got out of his arms.

Just after running out two steps, the waist was hooked by the man’s strong forearm. Karl’s hands were covered with foam so he didn’t touch her. He just used his arms to pull the man to his side and said, “I am not ashamed to be seen?”

"no."

"Then stand here and watch me wash the cups."

“.”

Qiao Susu couldn't beat him and stood aside nervously.

Carl washed a glass cup to the effect of polishing and waxing, and even every corner of the bottom of the cup was not spared, not to mention how meticulously he washed it.

"Are you ready?"

"That's all right."

"Are you ready?"

Qiao Susu had been watching him wash the cup for fifteen minutes, but the man was still concentrating on making foam on the rim of the cup.

Carl rinsed the cup clean and said seriously, "There's only one step left."

"What?"

He leaned his face forward and pointed at his cheek with his wet finger, "A kiss."

Qiao Suisui's heart burned, and she had no way to deal with him. She was just about to kiss him on tiptoe when the door opened. She pushed Karl reflexively, but the tall and strong man didn't push her, and she took two steps back in panic.

Karl was stunned, and his first reaction was to reach out to help her, but she dodged him.

My goodness, why don’t you react so quickly normally? Karl was furious.

When Zong Fang walked into the living room, he saw Qiao Susu sitting solemnly at the dining table, while Karl stood in front of the sink with his back to him, washing the air.

His brows furrowed slightly, and he walked over and touched her fair little face, which was as smooth as the finest mutton-fat jade.

"Why are you sweating?"

"Ah? Really?" Qiao Suisui looked away guiltily and said, "Maybe it's a little hot."

Zong Fang didn't respond. He stared at her face for a long time before saying, "Let's go. Didn't you say you were interested in seeds last time? I'll take you to have a look."

He led the man away. Before the two of them left, Zongfang looked back at Carl, who had remained silent from beginning to end, with deep silver eyes.

For the next few days, the two men tacitly avoided each other. When Zong Fang was around, Carl would not cling to her, at most sitting next to her and chatting. When Carl was pestering her, Zong Fang would go out without saying a word, and no one knew where he went.

It actually maintains a strange balance like this.

Qiao Suisui's period had long since ended, but Zong Fang didn't want her to go out. However, she was finally able to resume her normal activities. While Zong Fang was away, she even had the freedom to enjoy a cold drink. All she had to do was act coquettishly towards Karl, and she'd get a glass of iced watermelon juice. Later, Karl even threatened to seduce her in bed with the watermelon juice.

At this moment, she was sipping watermelon juice while trying to contact Bi through Carl's channel. Although she had contacted him a few days ago, there was still no response. Qiao Susu couldn't help but feel worried.

"Could something have happened over there? Haven't you received any news?" she asked.

Karl didn't even raise his eyelids, indifferent, thinking that it would be better if he died, but he still replied: "Don't worry too much, no news is the best news. The agreed date is coming soon, don't try to cheat, just come back with me when the time comes."

Qiao Suisui bit the straw and sucked from the empty cup, making a rumbling sound.

Karl stood in front of her, raised his hand and pinched the straw with two fingers, and the room suddenly became quiet.

He was in a good mood and raised his eyebrows to look at her. Seeing Qiao Suisui's resentful eyes, he smiled and said, "When we get back, let's go see Kai first and tell him the good news. By the way, let's go look at houses. You like duplexes, right? What's the decoration style? I want a floor lamp to put next to the sofa. It will look very warm."

Seeing him like a bride-to-be immersed in the blueprint of her future life, Qiao Susu felt a little confused for a moment. She was the person who feared trouble the most. Although she agreed to have a home with Karl, she didn't want to worry about it. But she also saw that Karl expected her to decorate the home with him, and she couldn't bear to interrupt him for a moment.

Karl was still talking to her about whether it was better to choose a leather or fabric sofa, but her thoughts flew away.

She knew Anubis, he would not break his promise. What happened that prevented him from coming to the southern battlefield?

In the secret room of the Interstellar Strategic Academy.

Anubis's eyes gleamed with an almost crazy light.

His body began to transform, hair growing rapidly, and his bones crackling with a terrifying sound. He transformed into a wolf and slammed into the bars. Each blow shook the entire cell and caused the bars to screech with a sharp metallic sound. Sweat and anger mixed together and dripped onto the cold ground.

A wolf howl, so angry that it was captivating.

Dante stood outside the cell, his hands clasped behind his back, his face stern and serious. His eyes were cold and devoid of any mercy.

"Do you know that your foolish behavior has ruined our long-planned plan!" Dante's voice was as cold as ice, filled with endless blame and disappointment.

The ferocious wolf stopped charging, panting, its pupils bloodshot. Anubis closed his eyes in agony, his wolf form gradually returning to human form. He knelt on the ground, his voice filled with despair and pleading, "Father, I just... Please let me out. Someone is waiting for me."

Dante frowned slightly and looked at Anubis coldly: "You are too soft-hearted. This is not a weakness you should have."

His voice was low, filled with uncontrollable anxiety and eagerness: "Father, I beg you, let me out."

"Until the plan begins, you stay here and are not allowed to go anywhere. You must pay for your mistake."

Anubis's eyes flashed with despair and anger. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as blood dripped onto the ground. He knew his father's decision couldn't be changed, but Jo was still on the battlefield in the south, and he had no idea of ​​her safety. The mixture of resentment and guilt made him extremely painful.

"Father, I..."

Dante stopped looking at him and turned away, leaving Anubis alone in the cold prison.

I don’t know how much time passed.

Anubis remained kneeling on the cold ground, his eyes closed, his mind racing, searching for a way to escape. He rested his forehead against the iron bars, his fingertips feeling the cool metal. He recalled the kiss under the bridge, and a mixture of longing, self-blame, and resentment washed over him like a tide.

Suddenly, his ears moved, and the next second the door of the secret room was opened, and a sound of footsteps came from far away and gradually approached.

These are not father's footsteps!

Five men are about to get together, what should I do?

(End of this chapter)