New York, in a high-end apartment in Manhattan. The summer morning sea breeze blew, bringing with it a bit of coolness and saltiness.
It was seven o 'clock in the morning. Nagini's habit of waking up gave him his own biological clock. His bright eyes opened at this moment.
His gaze was fixed in front of him, at the furthest point of the building.
At the end of the golden beach, there was an endless blue sea.
From far to near, through the bright glass, a gentle breeze blew through the gaps of the floor-to-ceiling windows, blowing the simple style of the white curtains.
The decorations were not luxurious, and had a somewhat ascetic style, but it looked very comfortable.
Inside the room, on the soft camel fur carpet, in addition to the necessary TV, wardrobe and other things, there was also a conspicuous double bed.
The 24-year-old Nagini's height had already been completely fixed. At 1.92 meters, he looked tall and straight.
Through the glass, the scattered sunlight shone on Nagini's body.
His delicate facial features had the delicacy of an Asian, but at the same time, it had the three-dimensional features unique to the West. Under his black hair, a pair of deep eyes, like a black hole, swallowed everyone's gaze.
Under his slender neck, the well-defined muscles were different from Wilson's sturdiness. Nagini's body belonged to the type that looked thin with clothes on, but muscular without clothes.
His chest muscles were as hard as marble, and below them was a tempting shark line. His muscular arms were clear and bright, and still had the two tattoos of death and N.Y.C (New York).
But what was different from before was that on Nagini's back, there was an additional snake and dragon.
The greenish-black giant snake was delicate and real, as if it wanted to crawl out from Nagini's back. Its cold and gloomy snake eyes gave people a feeling of fear.
This sinister black python tattoo was entrenched on Nagini's back.
It extended from his tailbone to his shoulder blade, obliquely, and took up two-thirds of his back.
The remaining one-third of his back, from Nagini's shoulder blade to part of his shoulder, was a giant dragon soaring into the sky.
In Western mythology, the giant dragon represented evil and power.
The human heart was complicated. Where there was light, there was darkness, and the evil and powerful giant dragon was sought after by many in the West.
But the strange thing was that very few people would tattoo a giant dragon on their body.
Perhaps it was because the workload was too heavy, or perhaps it was because the dragon's aura was too unique. In addition to displaying power and evil, he also needed to display the aura of a dragon at the top of the food chain, as well as its unique greed.
Furthermore, any mistake in a tattoo would cause the quality of the work to deteriorate.
They were both tattoos, but angel tattoos did not have such a problem.
Even if the Holy Angel Tattoo was wrong, it could still turn into a Fallen Angel with some slight modifications. Besides, angels only had a few qualities, but dragons were different. It was too difficult to perfectly blend these qualities together without being too obvious and form a complete tattoo.
However, the dragon tattoo on Nagini's back was different.
The giant dragon was high up in the sky. In front of its dragon wings that covered the sky, its ferocious and majestic dragon head flashed with savagery, arrogance, greed, and power that looked down on everything.
Even though the area of his tattoo was not as large as the python tattoo, its aura was not inferior at all.
A dragon and a python.
One up, one down.
They covered Nagini's back. At first glance, it looked very messy, but after careful observation?
One would find that the tattoos seemed to be incompatible with each other, but there was also a strange harmony between them. One could not help but sigh at the imagination of the tattoo master …
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The warm sunlight shone on Nagini's body. He looked at the handsome man on the wardrobe next to him, whose appearance exceeded the limits of human beings.
Nagini could not help but shake his head and say with emotion, "Handsome!
So damn handsome!
If you're so handsome, how do you expect other little fresh meats to live? "
Nagini was intoxicated by his handsome appearance for three minutes.
It was 6: 05 in the morning. Looking at Sam, who was lying on top of him with a tired expression, Nagini slowly withdrew his arm.
About four or five years ago?
At that time, they were filming the Fast and Furious series. Nagini, who directed and acted himself, played the third supporting role, the street racer from Neon, Han.
Sam, on the other hand, played the beautiful racer who once helped Toledo, Jizel.
During the filming, for some reason, Sam suddenly invited Nagini to eat dessert.
Dessert, not finger biscuits or other snacks.
Nagini hesitated for a long time, but in the end, he still ate the dessert. Then, the relationship between the two was confirmed.
However, the two were not married, so in name, Sam was just a girlfriend, not Nagini's wife. As for the quality of life after the two confirmed their relationship?
How should it be said, Sam was satisfied.
Nagini felt like he was a machine with plenty of electricity.
Because the physical difference between the two was too big, Sam also hinted that she did not mind Nagini being a bit of a playboy, but in the end, she was rejected by Nagini.
On one hand, it was because he knew his ability. Generally speaking, quantitative changes would lead to qualitative changes, but his situation was a bit special. A normal quantity might not necessarily lead to qualitative changes.
On the other hand, when he saw the River Crab God rising behind Sam's back, that indescribable fear made Nagini decisively choose to follow his heart!
Barefoot, Nagini stepped on the camel fur carpet, wearing a pair of fancy pants. He picked up the old woman's Doraemon pajamas from the ground.
It was summer now, so clothes had to be washed once a day. Moreover, he was sweating last night.
Pushing open the door, Nagini threw their clothes into the laundry basket on the third floor. He then walked down the stairs and came to the first floor.
Not including the outdoor barbecue on the third floor, only the first floor had a kitchen.
He took out two eggs from the fridge, then took out the frozen wontons he bought in Chinatown a few days ago.
He cut a small handful of shredded ginger, tore half a packet of seaweed, and a small handful of chives.
New York was close to the sea, and his house was a high-rise, so the temperature difference between day and night was huge. Moreover, the old woman's stomach wasn't very good, and she forgot to close the windows last night. Eating a bowl of seaweed and egg soup wontons with shredded ginger for breakfast would dispel the cold and moisture, which was good for her body.
As for Nagini?
A glass of milk and a bag of bread were enough to satisfy his appetite.
After all, with his current size, the entire building's worth of people wasn't enough for him to eat a meal.
After an hour and a half, the chicken soup in the pot was ready, and he put the wontons in the pot.
He thought for a moment, then took out his phone.
Two or three seconds later, the call went through. From the voice, he could tell that it was a gentle woman on the other end of the phone. "Nagini?
Why are you calling me at this time?
Do you want me to wake Wilson up? "
Nagini shook his head.
"Vanessa, you don't have to wake him up. I made chicken soup wontons. Have Charlie come over to my house for dinner."
Wilson's son, Charlie, was Nagini's adopted son.
He was seven years old and in the second grade of New York's elite elementary school.
There wasn't much to eat in America. Whether rich or poor, they had the habit of eating breakfast, but they didn't have the habit of eating a rich breakfast.
Bread, fried eggs, juice, bacon slices. That was how most children lived.
That was why little Charlie liked his godfather, Nagini, very much, because his godfather always had delicious breakfasts at home.
Perhaps because he knew that it was impossible for him to have children in this life, Nagini raised little Charlie as his own son.
The wontons in the pot were divided into two bowls. The big bowl was for Sam, and the small bowl was for Charlie.
After Charlie finished eating, he kissed Nagini hard on the cheek, and then the heartless little guy ran away.
Unlike most children his age, little Charlie liked school very much.
After Sam finished eating the wontons, she fell asleep tiredly. She probably wouldn't be able to get up this morning.
Last night was the 648th time she challenged Nagini after the two sides confirmed their relationship. The current record between the two sides was 648-0.
It was 8: 30 in the morning. Nagini was lying on the sofa on the first floor, watching the recently popular American TV series.
Little Chili Pepper Potts hurried out of her room as her alarm rang. She put on her clothes as she hurried out of the room.
It had been eight years. Nagini and the old woman's relationship had been confirmed, but Miss Potts and Tony?
Tony liked Boz, and Boz liked Tony, but the two of them just couldn't get together.
Miss Potts felt that she wasn't good enough for Tony. After all, the gap between the two was a bit big, and the other party was her boss.
Tony, on the other hand, couldn't control himself. There were countless young ladies around him, and Najini did this very well. Who was the most charming man in America?
It wasn't Tony, nor was it a Hollywood superstar. It was Nagini.
In last year's ranking of the men that women in the world wanted to marry the most, Nagini won the first place with an absolute advantage, more than 4,000 votes ahead of Tony, who was in second place.
By the way, the old woman was also on the list, but she was on the list of the most hated women in America.
However, even though Nagini was very handsome and charming, there was very little gossip about him these years. This made Miss Potts very envious.
Of course, it wasn't that there was no gossip at all. After all, there were three women living in his house.
At first, there were some fearless gossip reporters who wanted to take advantage of this popularity, but they were later warned.
Miss Betty's father was General Ross. Although he didn't do his job properly these years, he was still a general with real power in America.
As for Miss Potts?
Although the arrogant Tony said that he didn't care, in fact, he contributed more than anyone on this kind of issue!
After Miss Potts left, around 10 o 'clock, a sleepy Miss Betty walked out of the room in her pajamas. After seeing Nagini, her expression became a bit more bitter.
"I know you're very good, but can you ask Sam to be quieter at night?
Don't forget, I'm still single. "
As if thinking of something, Miss Betty's eyes flashed with a strange look. "By the way, the Inception you filmed this year was very interesting. Are you going to try for an Oscar again?"