Afra swallowed secretly. For the sake of his curvy buttocks... No, for the sake of his virtuous face, I won't bother with him about breaking the vase.
Salim glanced over, and Afra immediately withdrew his gaze and stared down at the tips of her shoes. She didn't want to lose any face in front of her former colleagues and old friends. As soon as he looked away, she looked up again.
"Who are you?" Salim looked at him condescendingly. "You appeared in the security area with unknown origins. I have the authority to take you away for investigation."
Ahmed ignored him, but wrapped up the fragments and put them into a thick plastic bag. He wrote the words "Danger of broken glass" on it, then looked past Salim and looked at Afra: "I'm sorry, I broke one. I apologize. for you."
"It doesn't matter, it's not worth anything." She was extremely generous.
Before Afra had finished being generous, Salim moved a step to stand in front of her and Ahmed, looked at him coldly, took out his ID: "Security Bureau, Salim."
Ahmed stood up, walked to him and looked at the piece of identification with the profile picture and seal on it. His eyes fluctuated slightly, but he quickly said calmly: "I'm just an ordinary person. I don't have any supernatural powers, and I haven't encountered any." After passing the sealed artifact, does Captain Salim want to use his power for personal gain?"
"Purpose." Salim repeated with a deadpan smile. "Except for a few employee vehicles and trucks, there are almost no pedestrians crossing the road to the S District Cemetery. But last night, there was a temporary heavy rain and heavy rain on that road. In heavy fog, two completely unfamiliar license plates had a car accident on this road. One of them died. The one who died was a member of the rebel organization, and the other one was you. "
Dead? Ahmed listened quietly. At least two superpowers jointly attacked him last night. He was sure that one of them was seriously injured and died of injuries on the way to escape. It was not impossible.
He paused and said, "No matter who he is, he was speeding and is fully responsible for the rear-end collision."
In this era, although the security bureau that maintains urban stability and suppresses rebel organizations has been exposed to public view, for most people, the so-called superpowers and sealed objects are still seen more on the news and TV some. Besides, he didn't want to reveal his identity too early, especially in front of Afra.
It's already quite difficult to accept a man, but for her to accept a man who can turn into a fox... I don't know how difficult the task is.
"Okay. The one who died in the car accident is fully responsible." Salim stared at him and said, "But you, a strange man, lived in the house of a woman who lived alone overnight. What kind of good thing are you?"
Ahmed: "Actually..."
"Actually, this was an act of righteousness." Afra interrupted him. She was afraid that when Ahmed opened his mouth, she would tell him that he had been picked up and fought all night, so she quickly characterized the matter, pushed Salim away and pulled Ahmed over, "I have always been kind-hearted, you It's not like he doesn't know. How pitiful he is lying alone on the road."
Ahmed glanced at her arm protecting him, and then Salim also looked over and glared at him coldly.
"If you know who he is, go back and save him." Salim gritted his teeth and frowned tightly, "Afra, do you know that you -"
Due to the presence of Ahmed, Salim stopped the car at this point and kept the rest of the words under his tongue.
"You guys talk." Ahmed seemed to have noticed. He lowered his head and leaned against Afra's ear. "I'm going to wash the dishes. There's some fruit in the refrigerator. I'll cut it up and deliver it to you."
Afra's ears felt warm from his blowing, and she pinched the edge of her ears: "It's itchy to death, go ahead."
Both she and Salim need a space to communicate.
With one last look at Salim, Ahmed took the vase fragments out and entered the kitchen.
The living room was empty.
"If you're happy, I'll call you Sister Afra. If you're unhappy, I'll call you by your full name. After all, I was your boss before. Can you pay more attention?" Afra lowered his voice and muttered, "Besides, you're not old, why are you so angry? No I just know a man, I'm twenty-six this year, isn't this normal?"
"His origins are unknown." Salim tilted his head, and the shadow of his eyelashes fell on the bridge of his nose, like a puppy that was only fed half a bowl of rice by its owner and was difficult to coax. "You are not in good health. If anything happens, I have to pay attention."
"I'm still in poor health. I can kill eight out of ten people who come to rob them, and I have to kneel on the ground to beg them not to die for the other two."
"You know exactly what I'm talking about..."
"And," Afra tapped her finger on the table. She took out a business card from her pocket and placed it on the table. Ahmed's name and position were clearly printed on it, "Did you see that, the president of Shengya Group? I checked online specifically. Since his sister gave up business and became an artist, he is the future heir to take charge of the family business, which is worth tens of billions. The origin of this is unclear. "
Salim was silent for a moment, looked at Afra's sincere face, and asked with emphasis: "This President Ahmed is not only good at housework, but he is also condescending and stays at your house to cook and wash dishes for you?"
Afra also realized that it was a bit too much. She touched her face, took out her small mirror and looked at it for a while: "Is it possible that my unique appearance is so attractive?"
Salim: "..."
"He must have something to do with me." Afra put her chin on her head and thought, "Is it just pure loyalty?"
"Tsk." Salim sneered, "Who knows what the purpose of seducing you is."
As soon as he finished speaking, the kitchen door opened, and a plate of cut fruits fell between the two of them, along with freshly brewed tea.
Ahmed seemed to be particularly talented in this area. Afra himself might not even be able to remember where she had put the tea she bought, but he could find it right away. She could only sigh while holding up the hot tea to thank him.
"No need to say thank you." Ahmed pressed his hand against the side of the teacup, "Be careful of burning it."
"Tsk," Salim lowered his head and plucked the small fork from the fruit, "Be careful of burning it - you are so considerate. You don't look like a kid from a rich family, you look like a nanny."
Ahmed smiled, and his hand slid from Afra's shoulder to the other side, almost hugging her. His hand went around and happened to catch the tissue box that was almost knocked off by her elbow, and pushed the box back into place: "Captain Salim, this is our family's motto, to be gentle and considerate to...special people."
"How special?" Salim's dark eyes almost seemed to have sparks popping out.
"For example, I washed her underwear and measured the size of her shoulders." Ahmed said softly, inadvertently breaking through the safe distance again, and the breath of his words fell in front of Afra.
She coughed heavily.
Ahmed withdrew his hand, but pinched her leg under the table and whispered in her ear: "You have already slept in the same bed with me. You cannot have a second man. You are bullying me."
He finished this sentence very quickly, then stood up and left calmly, and entered the kitchen again without knowing what he was doing, leaving Afra speechless.
She blinked and said to herself, I can't do that thing alone. If you hadn't been rubbing yourself naked and talking about "detoxification" and "estrus", things would have gotten to that point. What?
Why did you bully him when you were willing to do it?
Salim clenched his hands beside him, covered half of his face in anger, and cursed: "It's so shameless. Who doesn't know how to wash underwear? I can wash it cleaner than him."
Afra was eating apple pieces cut into small rabbit shapes and was stunned when she heard: "I don't understand you men, but you are still comparing this matter. Okay, don't worry about him. Judging from your face, you will be there when you get back from the mission." Are you worried about that car accident? It's been a long time and you probably haven't had a break for dozens of hours."
His face didn't look tired, but mostly angry. Salim pinched his eyebrows and said: "I'm afraid something will happen to you here. ... The person who died was a member of the Secret Word. As you know, the Secret Word has been tracking your whereabouts over the years."
"Secret Word" is one of the three major rebel forces composed of superpowers. It is also the largest and strongest of the three organizations.
Afra paused with the small fork in his hand and said a long "hmm", and then said: "They have never been able to restrain their members enough. They are still doing this kind of thing to attack ordinary people. They really don't have a long memory at all."
"Sister Afra, I want to..."
"Let me go to the third area to avoid talking about it." Afra said, "As for this man, I brought him back after checking him. First, there are no internal injuries. If left alone, he may lose too much blood and cause high fever. Second, he It's not a superpower, you know me, usually, I can feel it."
She looked at Salim, paused for a few seconds, and continued: "But don't worry, I won't let him stay with me for too long. With the members of Secret Whisper appearing around, my place is not safe enough for ordinary people."
Salim exhaled slowly and relaxed a lot. He said: "Sister Afra, come out and meet us in a few days. Yara and the others miss you very much."
It's just a get-together, and of course Afra won't refuse. She just nodded in agreement, and there was another plate of cut watermelon in front of her. Ahmed sat next to her and wiped his wet hands with a tissue.
His hands had been soaked in cold water for a long time, the blood vessels dilated, and the knuckles were a little red. I don't know why, but this situation happened to him, and he felt as if he was being humiliated.
He lowered his hand and covered the back of Afra's hand with cool fingers. His tone was very gentle: "Where are you going? Can you take me with you?"
The moment Ahmed said these words, Salim immediately darkened his eyes. He flexed his fingers and pressed them in a circle on the table with some exhaustion of patience.
"This is a party between me and my colleagues." Afra was stunned for a moment, then lowered his voice and said close to him, "What are you going to do?"
"Are you going to leave me alone at home?" Ahmed looked at her and asked.
His eyes were light and translucent, and the light falling in was like reflecting into a glass bead. The pupils were crystal clear and refracted in all directions.
Afra avoided his gaze. She always felt that this man looked virtuous and considerate, but he had an aura of immorality. She didn't know if he was really trying to seduce her or if she was just a crab.
"What's wrong with you at home? Besides, this is my home." She whispered.
"You've done all those things to me." Ahmed's voice spread under her ears, soft and hoarse, like sparks splashing out from under a dry firewood, as if it was unburned and trying to cover up, "If you start like this, If chaos leads to abandonment and irresponsibility, then I—"
"Stop, stop, stop," Afra covered his mouth and glanced at Comrade Salim, who looked unpredictable and said nothing. She squeezed Ahmed's hand hard and whispered, "Mr. Ahmed, let's talk. Let's discuss it, don't keep doing this, why do you always act so aggrieved?"
"Who acted..." Ahmed spat out a few words slightly vaguely.
If she hadn't been so close to other men, he wouldn't have been so eager for quick success and tried every means to get closer. From his perspective as a fox, Captain Salim was so jealous that Afra was overwhelmed with jealousy.
"Let's talk carefully," Afra let go, "What are you going to do? You don't know..."
"Declare sovereignty." Ahmed said. His hand had already gone around her waist before he knew it, and he weakly hugged her waist. "Didn't we fall in love at first sight? You should reveal me to your friends."
The moment his arms wrapped around her, the tea cup in Salim's hand suddenly made ripples, and the warm tea jumped out of the rim of the cup and trickled down his hand.
His expression did not change, he pulled out a tissue, lowered his eyes and wiped his hands, wiping the table and fingers clean: "Sister Afra, what does Ahmed always tell you? What does it mean, love at first sight?"
"Do you need to explain these words, Captain Salim?" Ahmed reached out and picked up a piece of watermelon, covering Afra's mouth when she was about to open her mouth. He took out his handkerchief and wiped the corners of her lips, "That's the literal meaning, she likes me quite a lot. of..."
Salim looked directly at her and interrupted: "Really, a hero saves a beauty, and then promises her life? Ahmed, your behavior is a bit worthless."
Ahmed said nothing. But Afra clearly felt that his fingers on his waist tightened slightly, and the part where the phalanges and waistline were close to each other was slightly warm.
He smiled softly, still very gently: "I don't think so."
Salim stared at his face, as if trying to find traces of ulterior motives on his face. His hands slowly moved down and held his waist.
The Security Bureau is equipped with combat equipment. Although Ahmed has no special powers, the possibility that he is involved in the "Secret Word" cannot be ruled out. The rebel organization will also recruit certain ordinary people as members. And with Afra appearing so inexplicably, his purpose cannot be pure. Do you want to test him...
Ahmed looked at him with a smile.
The moment his hand touched the belt, Afra choked on the juice of the fruit. She coughed a few times, squeezed her throat, and then drank another glass of water.
Ahmed helped her along and said in a low voice: "So careless?"
"It's like we know each other very well." Afra wiped the corner of his mouth and muttered secretly, "I'm only familiar with your chicken."
Ahmed was stunned for a moment, and his earlobes were clearly feeling hot. He lowered his head as if he was embarrassed, and his neck was even pink with embarrassment.
She put the arm that Ahmed had wrapped around her back straightly, and while pouring tea for Salim, she said: "Salim, you go back and catch up on your sleep first. You are tired, and your eyes look like you are trying to eat someone. Come on. I will definitely go there. I really miss Yara and the others. "
"What about him?" Salim asked.
"It's just a meal, why do you care?" Afra blinked.
She didn't understand why Salim was so resistant. If he was worried about Ahmed, wouldn't this be a good contact and test? As the saying goes, when things go wrong, there must be a monster.
If there is nothing fishy here, it is that the Ahmed family has hereditary mental illness and is so feudal that they value chastity more than life.
Salim was silent for two seconds, then stood up and straightened his clothes. He turned around and left. He paused again at the entrance and said, "Someone will come to verify the situation of the car accident later. He may be asked to do some investigation. Sister Afra, use Don't you need me to say hello?"
"Follow the procedure." Afra said, "I am only a cemetery guard, and you are using your connections to do this. You are taking too much pride."
"They will disturb you..." Salim said half a sentence, and knowing Afra's temper, he sighed and walked out the door.
Afra followed him out of the door. She watched his figure leave around the corner before closing the door. She leaned against the door panel and pressed her forehead. She didn't know if she could still preserve her little image.
She put down her hand and glanced at Ahmed: "Are you afraid of him?"
"What are you afraid of?" he asked.
Afra walked over, smoothed a strand of her long hair with her fingertips, stood in front of him, and leaned over slightly: "If something is found, arrest her."
She said it like a joke, her tone light.
Ahmed met her eyes. These eyes were dark and round, facing the sunlight, without any light seeping into them, like the bottom of a silent well. She still had a joking smile on her face, her movements were casual, and she was as lazy as a cat that hadn't woken up.