Cosma Empire

Durin glared at Dryle’s neck with one hand, and the other hand smashed into a fist, squatting on Dryle’s well-dressed face. This fist is full of strength, although the strength of the 16-year-old boy is far less than that of an adult, but considering the thinness of Dryle, this fist has already hurt his injury. The blood suddenly flowed out of Dryle’s sore and sore nose, and the hot heat ran down his lips to the sides. He looked at Durin with horror and struggled desperately.

Durin without the slightest hesitation gave him another punch, another punch, and another punch!

There are only “pu”, “pu” and “pu” hits in the office.

After playing seven or eight punches in a row, Dryle’s eyes showed an expression of pleading with fear. He no longer struggled, and seemed to compromise.

Durin loosened his hand around his neck and rubbed his arm. When he punched, his fist hurts. Dryle’s face has no flesh, and he always hits the cheekbones when he hits. He hurts him and his fists hurt a bit.

Dryle, who was “free”, gasped, and the whole body curled up into the egg, staring at the rude, unreasonable, young people like barbarians.

“You can’t do this to me!”, the slightly pointed scorpion and the distorted expression on his face made the art of Dryle instantly disappeared without a trace.

Durin eyebrow raised, picking up a tiny Totem column carved on ivory on the Dryle table and slamming it on Dryle’s arm. The crisp sound made both people realize that between the arm and the ivory, one must have a fracture. Of course, the fracture will definitely not be ivory, then it is Dryle’s arm.

His screams didn’t last until a second, and the ivory in Durin’s hand was lifted high, and the high screams like the soprano stopped.

“Mr. Dryle, can we talk about it now?” Durin looked at his egg and hugged bitter tears. It was like a violent Dryle, his eyes were dangerous and fierce.

Dryle grinned and nodded, tears mixed with nosebleeds, dripping on the collar of his favorite clothes, a drop of red stain horrible to see.

“Very good, that’s great!” Durin put the ivory artwork in his hand back to its original position and carefully adjusted the position to keep it as it was before. He sorted out his clothes and instruments and sat down on the table. “So now, can you tell me what I can do to get on Mrs. Vivian as soon as possible?” He took out a pocket from his pocket. Cigarettes, give yourself a point, take a sip and directly put a small number of banquets on Dryle’s body.

Dryle said in a trembling voice: “Mrs. Vivian has a passionate pursuit of all the good things…” When it came to this, Dryle suddenly silenced. He didn’t know if he should tell the truth, secretly. Durin glanced at his eyes and became fierce, and he decided to say it thoroughly. The only thing he can pray now is that Durin has nothing to do with Mrs. Vivian, otherwise he will definitely die hard to see.

“Mrs. Vivian has a special hobby… She likes young, young boys, but it’s not too small, about 13 or four years old or handsome or beautiful male.” Dryle doesn’t seem to want to keep it anymore, just say it all. Anyway, if you say that the sentence is dead and you say that one hundred sentences are also dead, it is better to first confuse the situation before you think about it.

“In fact, many husbands like these adjustments. Most of their husbands have their lover on the outside. Even if they go home for the night, they will rarely do anything. I don’t know whether it is for revenge or for some women. Hobby, in short, several ladies like to do this. In addition to running this art gallery, I am also looking for their prey for these special guests.”

“I should say everything, can you let me go?”

Durin suddenly felt a bit speechless. He looked around all around, obviously an art-filled art gallery. He didn’t expect to be doing such dirty work in the dark. The curator of the art gallery is actually a special pimp? !

However, considering another angle, this is actually normal. These high-ranking husbands have long lacked the necessary care and nourishment, and they will certainly complain. Some of them can bear it, but some people can’t stand it, especially a woman like Vivian who has a special power in her own. She doesn’t care what men think and how to do it. Last time he also listened to Kevin, the mayor or a member of Parliament who had a female Boss in a restaurant. I didn’t expect to see these things here in a blink of an eye.

In fact, he did not know that Dryle did not make it all clear. The so-called flower arrangement and tea party would be a carnival party belonging to these husbands, and the hormonal hormones in this art-filled art gallery.

The male children who were identified by Dryle are not too disadvantageous. In addition to enjoying some special happiness, they can make a lot of money.

Take each one as needed.

However, this special hobby made Durin scratch his head. If Mrs. Vivian likes money, he can afford it. If she likes something, he can also find ways to get it. But she likes the little boy on the horse, do you want to go on yourself?

In an instant, Durin thought of a person – Dufo.

The guy who is as beautiful as a female child will definitely be liked by these husbands, and it is not a disadvantage for him.

Thinking of Durin’s ass moving from the table, he walked to the edge of the egg chair, and Dryle thought that Durin would continue to beat him, and immediately threatened his head and shook his body. I waited for a while, and the unexpected storm did not come. He smiled and let go of his arms and laughed twice.

Durin slowly reached out and licked Dryle’s collar and played the ash that fell on him. “Hey, I know some secrets that I shouldn’t know, if you don’t want to be found floating in the agate river someday, You’d better close your mouth. Two days later, just ask for an excuse to invite Mrs. Vivian to come over. I want to give her a big gift. Do you understand?”, Durin patted Dryle’s cheek, and Dryle nodded stunnedly.

“I remember, two days later, Mrs. Vivian, a big gift!”

Durin nodded with satisfaction, took a roll of ten-dollar bills from his pocket, and randomly counted ten into his pocket, leaving the rest directly to Dryle.

The banknotes that have lost their bondage instantly turn into papers that are in the sky, spinning, rolling, and falling slowly.

Looking at Durin, who turned and left after the rain, the Dryle had a feeling of being stunned by the dog’s day.