Section 6

The Samoyed puppy on the screen was snapped again.

Salim's note showed "Inputting" for a long time, then stopped, and finally after a few seconds, he sent: Good night.

After a moment of pause, a new bubble appeared on the screen, which read: "Have a sweet dream."

…

Afra did have a dream, but it was hard to say whether it was a good dream or not. In the dream, she was squeezed by a ball of white soft elastic material that looked like butter bread, and she couldn't even breathe when she was stuck in it.

When he opened his eyes, his face was buried in the pillow. She was silent for two seconds, then got up to wash up. At the same time, she glanced at the message. The Samoyed puppy had been squeezed underneath. On top was Ahmed's message. There were small red dots next to his profile picture and a beeping sound.

Afra changed his remark to "Bourgeoisie is the most evil thing". After thinking about it, he changed it to "Bourgeoisie is white and big". When you look at it this way, it suddenly doesn't look evil anymore.

White and big bourgeoisie: Good morning, I'll pick you up when you get off work.

Afra replied coldly, indicating that he had received it. She was very satisfied with her image as a cool beauty on the Internet, so she packed up and went to work.

The cemetery in District S is a public domain, and the full job title should be cemetery administrator. Although most of the ones delivered are cremated urns, because some corpses are affected by supernatural powers and may not be incinerated, complete remains are occasionally seen.

The nature of her cemetery is quite special. The cemetery needs to be guarded 24 hours a day, so it works in several shifts and only works for a few hours a day. Afra finished fishing at her work station, went out with her small bag, and got into the Ahmed family's car.

The driver was Rauf. Ahmed was reading documents in the back seat. When the car door opened, he put the folder in his hand away, pinched the bridge of his nose, and then went over to fasten Afra's seat belt.

He still smelled of cold cedar, like a pine branch that had been buried under heavy snow for a year. It was chilly and far different from this warm body.

The car moved. Afra also felt an inexplicable sense of nervousness. She turned on her phone and urgently flipped through a few boss novels she had read while fishing at work to review her basic knowledge.

"What are you looking at?" Ahmed glanced at it and asked in a low voice.

"Strategy." Afra whispered, "This is my first time as a heroine, so I have no experience."

To a certain extent, she wasn't nervous at all, she was too ambitious and had a joking, almost comfortable attitude towards everything.

Sometimes Ahmed feels too ridiculous, but more often than not, it's hard to see through her. Afra is hard to figure out.

The scenery outside the car window kept changing. Unknowingly, it had entered a private area and was driving inside the manor. After a short period of time, the car stopped. A young man in uniform came up and opened the door. First, he called He said "Second Young Master", paused when he looked at Afra, and said: "Miss Afra."

Afra was not surprised. In addition to the information from the security bureau, the Ahmed family must have taken off their underwear. She got out of the car and took a look at the mansion she had seen pictures of online. She was suddenly pulled by the person next to her. stop.

Ahmed lowered his eyelashes and clasped their hands carefully: "Don't be afraid, grandma is a good person."

Afra, after all, who is afraid? Why are your hands so cold and not warm at all? You are a good person, so don't sweat your palms. It's like getting into a frying pan.

She said a perfunctory "hmm" and walked in with Ahmed.

His old house is too big, and it looks like an evil bourgeois at first glance. Ahmed knocked on the door on the second floor, knocked several times, and said softly: "Grandma, I brought her back to see you."

"Come in." It was a slightly hoarse female voice.

The door opened and was immediately closed by the servant after entering. In front of him is a large floor-to-ceiling window, with burgundy floor-length curtains hanging on both sides, corresponding to the burgundy carpet. In front of him were desks, chairs, sofas, and neatly arranged folders. Sitting in the desk was an old man with silver hair and gold-rimmed glasses.

That she is an old person is just a conclusion drawn from the color of her hair and her voice. But Afra soon discovered that he was wrong. The "grandmother" who had the actual say in the Ahmed family looked up and revealed a very well-maintained face that was about forty to fifty years old. To describe it, the charm is still there.

Afra was about to call her grandma, but the words were stuck in her throat. She poked Ahmed and squeezed out a few words through her teeth: "So young, your grandma Gui Geng..."

"Eighty-nine." Fatima said abruptly, pushed up her glasses, and rounded off her age, leaving only a fraction. "Come and sit."

Ahmed pulled her forward and sat on the sofa.

Fatima's eyes wandered over Afra's body twice through the lenses, and then glanced at Ahmed: "I know almost everything about you, young people, be more impulsive..."

Afra felt his hand tightening slightly on hers, but the palm was still cold, so she held it back comfortingly.

"...There's nothing wrong with that." Grandma lowered her head and pulled out a list from under the file, "It's just that from ancient times to the present, it's not okay for a man to have no status."

Afra: "..."

Where does it come from from ancient times to the present! ! Is your family a matriarchal clan? ?

"Now is the modern society. I have no objection to free love." Grandma raised her eyes and gave Ahmed a meaningful look, "But Ahmed is a boy after all. Since you want him, you must be responsible for him - right? Miss Afra?"

Afra was stunned for two seconds, her pupils were shaking, she was shocked that her words were exactly the same as Ahmed's, she faltered, and said bravely: "Yes... yes, of course..."

She felt that Ahmed had been looking at her without even looking at her, and she knew that the other person's expression must be very pitiful.

"Yes." Fatima responded and handed a list in her hand to Afra, "I went through all the auspicious days of the past six months last night, and July is the best day. In this way, I will get engaged in July first. ——"

Afra's eyelids twitched and she was about to refuse without even looking. Then she heard her grandmother's voice and continued.

"I'll give you the property in Hengtian Building first." She said slowly, "Rami, come in and calculate the dowry for the second young master."

The young man in uniform pushed open the door and came in. He took a stack of information and certificates from Fatima's hand, lowered himself next to Afra, and talked about the properties and shares on the list, making her dizzy.

"...This route is for a year-round basis, and the plane is parked at the private airport next to the manor in the northwest suburbs. This is the shareholding of Yuhui Gold, and its equivalent market value is..."

Afra's mind was a little confused. She straightened her thoughts, poked Ahmed with her elbow, and said in his ear: "This is different from the plot I watched!"

Ahmed was stunned for a moment and asked confusedly: "Very few? This is part of..."

Afra: "..." That doesn't make sense to you.

She turned her head and made a gesture to stop first, then folded the list, and with a heartbeat, she said to her grandma: "Grandma, he and I really love each other, there is no need to use these sugar-coated bullets to test me. Even if he doesn't have a penny, I won't abandon him."

As Afra said, she felt that she was so moral. She only hesitated for a few seconds before rejecting such a simple cross-class climb. Her moral character was really noble.

Fatima pushed up her glasses: "That's what I'm saying to you, Rami. Count the buildings in Xing'an District for her. Young people should not be content with the status quo. Take the keys to collect rent every day and stretch your muscles."

Afra: "..."

Did I mean that? ! Who can stretch their muscles by collecting rent? !

"Grandma," Afra thought for a moment and said, "These are all conditions, right?"

Fatima folded her hands and did not answer immediately. She turned the emerald ring on her hand, pondered for a moment, and said, "Yes."

Afra breathed a sigh of relief: "I just said there must be a request..."

"The daughter-in-law of our family is not allowed to have an affair." Fatima looked at her with a serious expression. "Although women in the world are flirtatious, you have to endure it. Our children are well educated. If you fail him, I will I'll settle the score with you."

"..." Afra nodded numbly, "I understand."

Does this count as a request... Afra reached out to cover her face and rubbed it hard, feeling that this world was magical.

There is no way to talk about this serious matter, and Miss Afra has been attacked by sugar-coated bullets. She finished the meal with her grandma without any taste, and felt like her brain was short-circuited until she was escorted back.

She was so hasty when meeting her parents, so enchanted by the Zhou family, and the vulgar money captured her. For the first time, Afra had doubts about her noble character - she had given too much.

A few hours later, when it was just getting dark, the car carrying the two people drove out of the manor.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, grandma stared at the slowly driving cars. She glanced at the photo in her hand. It showed a woman wearing a black windbreaker, gloves, and a half-face metal mask. There was a small "X" mark written in the lower right corner.

"Miss Afra..." Fatima murmured in a low voice and sighed with relief, "It is indeed her. She actually works as a small cemetery administrator in S District."

The young man stepped forward and poured a cup of tea for the leader of the Zhou family. He lowered his eyebrows and said calmly: "Madam, do you want to continue to protect the second young master?"

"No need." Fatima said, "Nothing will happen to Ahmed by her side. It is considered that this child is lucky, and he got it right, otherwise..."

She did not say the words after these two words, but raised her hand. The young man who had poured the tea knelt down to beat her legs. The curtains in front of the two of them automatically closed in the middle, covering the floor-to-ceiling windows airtightly. In the cheongsam Below, a red fox tail stretched out, hooked the man's chin and lifted it gently.

"lady..."

Fatima took off his glasses and put them on the table. More red fox tails stretched out, and he took off his black and white uniform one by one. The leather shirt clip was tied to the base of his legs, leaving bright red indentations.

…

Back at home, Afra no longer had the excitement to count money. She was wondering how to solve the July engagement, and questioning whether her moral character was deteriorating. She couldn't help but take out a book of Ideology, Morality and Cultivation from the drawer, and decided to dive into the book to learn and be edified.

After watching for a while, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Afra didn't pay attention and turned over the page. After being slow for a few seconds, he suddenly froze: Damn it, why did you bring Ahmed home? ! Shouldn't he stay at his own home? !

She raised her eyes suddenly and saw a blurry shadow on the frosted glass. She swallowed, shook her head and quickly woke up. She fell on the sofa and covered her face with the book.

This knowledge, why doesn't it enter the brain?

Beautiful thoughts and moral qualities are covered on the face and remembered in the heart, but they have not entered the brain.

I don't know how long it took, but the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. A small force tugged at the corner of her clothes, and it was Ahmed who urged her to take a shower. Afra didn't dare to look around, so she rolled down from the sofa and walked into the bathroom with a change of clothes without looking back. After slamming the door shut, she let out a sigh of relief.

She took off her clothes and took a shower, brainstorming about what to do... Was this acknowledgment of the relationship between an unmarried couple? How come he was sent directly to her home? The most important thing is that she brought him back naturally.

How gloomy this life is. Afra wanted to bang her head against the wall and shake out the water inside.

After about an hour, another ton of water was taken into the wash. She wiped her hair, wrapped herself in a bath towel and opened the door, her body covered in hot mist.

Ahmed was fully dressed and sitting quietly in front of his laptop. When he heard the door opening, he looked at her, then suddenly waved his hand and patted the empty space on the sofa next to him.

Afra didn't know why, so she came over and sat down while wiping her hair, and the towel in her hand was taken from her. His hands came around from behind and covered the wet hair, grabbing the ends of the hair comfortably and wiping away the dripping water.

Ahmed's skills were skillful and his movements were gentle. She simply closed her eyes and started enjoying it, muttering: "...You are so virtuous..."

Ahmed glanced at her and didn't answer. He just continued to wipe his hair calmly, then plugged in the hair dryer and patiently dried his hair.

The hair dryer was not very noisy. Afra had just finished taking a shower and was feeling soft all over. She leaned back and felt a little sleepy without realizing it. She leaned on his chest uncontrollably, leaving marks on the fabric of his shirt on the areas that were not dried. A wet streak of water appeared.

Ahmed lifted her hair and blew it slowly with a different wind force. Afra also pulled her legs up, almost nestling in his arms, soft and exuding the clear fragrance of just taking a bath, and she stayed still and obediently blew her hair, like a lazy kitten.

Cat... Ahmed looked at her for a while, and the hair dryer stopped moving.

Afra soon noticed. She pushed away her sleepiness, looked up with her eyelids open, and poked his wrist. Ahmed came to his senses immediately and continued to blow dry his hair.

The areas where he was wet were no longer just his chest. The water stains spread down, outlining the neat outline of his abdominal muscles. As Afra looked at it, he thought of his virginity, and that so-and-so guard sand... thinking about it , the sleepiness suddenly disappeared.

She raised her fingers and touched Ahmed's belly sinfully.

The abdominal muscles are a bit hard, not as soft as the chest, and you can feel the shape of them. She buried her head without looking at the other person, and continued to touch him boldly and shamelessly.

A hand suddenly moved down and grabbed her wrist. His skin was very white, and when his fingers held her tightly, even his knuckles were tight and glowed with a faint pink color.

Ahmed blushed to the root of his neck, and even the tips of his ears were red and hot. He looked over with his light amber eyes, which were moist and translucent, so innocent that he almost died of shame.

This is the bad nature of people. The more embarrassed he is, the more people want to bully him. Afra turned her wrist and said, "I'll just touch it, I promise I'll just touch it..."

Ahmed looked at her and said, "You can't do this before you get married."

"You are so conservative...cough, knot...knot..." Afra was suddenly awakened by these two words. She stood up suddenly and took the hair dryer in his hand, "It's so scary, you guys Home."

Ahmed said: "Are you unwilling?"

"It's not... I just haven't thought about it yet." Afra said dullly, "I have only known you for a few days. This is too childish. Besides, I can't compare to a family like yours. You are a very good person. Okay, but it's not suitable for you to be around me."