[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Chapter 135 Dance Song

Until it was time to make desserts, Oliver, who was a little sober, started working with Garcia. Oliver learned a few standard English desserts from Mrs. Hudson in England.

Prentiss also went out of her way to fry fish for the cats in Sergio and Kitty who were indulging in the catnip on Oliver's coat.

The night is getting dark, but the lights in the villa are brightly lit, the laughter is mixed with the aroma of food in the wind, everything is quiet and beautiful, those serial killers and tragic victims seem to have disappeared at this moment, but the family members are still there around.

After dinner, Rossi turned on his vintage phonograph, and there was enough room in the villa for a dance floor.

Morgan pulls his babygirl and swings in the middle of the dance floor.

Prentiss wears a suit instead of a skirt, but that doesn't stop her from pulling Reid, who can't dance, to teaching the little genius how to dance with girls.

** and Will's foreheads were pressed against each other, sweet and warm like cotton candy, while Henry was handed over to the unaccompanied Rossi.

But Rossi also enjoyed it. He held Henry who was sleeping soundly to the music with one hand, and helped the dancers choose records and put them into the phonograph with the other hand.

Oliver is holding the second glass of wine that has not been finished yet. The influence of alcohol makes him feel as if he has fallen into a soft cloud, unlike a bar where fish and dragons are mixed, everything here makes him feel warm And beautiful, calming and comfortable.

Hotch pulled Oliver up who was lazily leaning on the sofa, took the goblet from his hand and put it aside.

It was his suggestion to help Oliver celebrate his birthday, and to plan specific plans with Rossi. Of course, the April Fool's Day joke was an idea that Morgan and the others came up with. It was not within the scope of Hotch's consideration, but he finally agreed.

Life hasn't really been easy since Oliver left S.H.I.E.L.D.

Hotch didn't ask him to follow up on the BAU case, but Oliver insisted.At the same time, he has to study the Hulk issue with Banner; he also needs to discuss with Professor Xavier and Steve about the memory of the Winter Soldier. These academic issues are enough to cause headaches.

However, there are still many remnants of Hydra who desperately joined in. During one case, Oliver suddenly pulled out a gun and killed two sneaky passers-by. It was later confirmed that they were two wanted Hydra criminals who did not give up.

A CIA agent came to take over the follow-up work. Oliver knew him because the two of them were at odds when they were in the CIA, or the agent unilaterally had an opinion on Oliver, and Oliver himself had been thinking about it for a long time. Just remembered this agent.

In an operation that Oliver and Miller had discussed, using this agent as bait without telling him the complete plan made him lose face in the operation.

Law enforcement departments do not allow phishing law enforcement on the surface, but when it is necessary, do some cover-ups not to be too conspicuous. In fact, phishing law enforcement has always existed, and it is impossible to completely eliminate it.

Since then, the agent has squared off with Oliver, getting him into trouble with Hydra as well.

It's also because many Hydras who broke away from S.H.I.E.L.D. are keen to make trouble for Oliver. Although they are just small people, the CIA, DHS, and other departments of the FBI often come to bother Oliver because of this.

On the surface, it seems that Oliver often stays at home to rest, but in fact all kinds of things occupy his mind, giving people great pressure.

Even though his physical condition showed nothing unusual, Hotch could tell from his daily behavior that he was tired and bored and impatient.

He can't hide from these things, but he needs some rest and relaxation.

Hotch hugged the delirious Oliver so he wouldn't fall back again, "Come dance?"

"Uh-huh." Oliver buried his face in the pit of the delicious neck, and made a gasp.

"Don't tell me you can't dance."

"Of course I would," Oliver retorted, "but, do you think it's dancing? It's just hugging. Do you see Morgan and Garcia moving three inches in a minute?"

"Then what kind of dance do you like?" Hotch said in Oliver's ear, his breath smelled of alcohol, making people intoxicated.

"Um... tango... how about tango?"

"You can dance tango." Hotch was a little surprised, but after thinking about it, Oliver's temperament matched this dance very well, "Unfortunately, I can't."

"I'll teach you, it's not difficult." Oliver straightened up, put one of the hands on Hotch's shoulders on his waist, and interlaced the other hand with Hotch's fingers.

One side of the forehead is pressed against the other side's forehead, and they are very close, but the eyes cannot meet, but the sound of breathing can be heard passing through the ears.

Oliver stretched out his foot and tapped his toe on the ground on the right side, slid his toe from the front to the back, and stepped back with this step.

Hotch followed him with one foot. "Is this a man's step or a woman's step?"

"Whatever." Oliver said with a smile, "you just have to follow my footsteps."

Rossi, who noticed the two, thoughtfully replaced the long piano piece with a violin tango that was rough and sharp but rhythmic.

"Now you have to keep up with the rhythm." Oliver quickened the dance steps.

"I feel like my feet are going to get tangled."

"Relax Aaron, your bones aren't soft enough to tie a knot."

The tango moves from time to time, constantly changing the center of gravity. At the beginning, Hotch was not sure about the rhythm, and often bumped into Oliver when he stopped suddenly. Oliver rubbed his forehead with his sideburns, but Hotch was sure of the swaying shoulders. The kid is laughing.But soon he understood the rhythm of Oliver's suit, and everything was getting better. Even as a beginner, he couldn't understand the complicated kicks, but at least he wouldn't make mistakes in the provocative cross steps.

Tango is a dance between lovers, and every movement of his has more or less a sexual implication, the body leans back, the bone shape outlined by the skin of the neck, the friction between the legs, and the long legs stretched back.But the calm and powerful dance makes all the edges and corners sharp like a fierce battlefield.

The intersecting palms transmit each other's body temperature, and the chest that is almost close to each other can feel the heartbeat of the other party.

"Don't worry about the movements," Oliver said in Hotch's ear, "just follow your feelings, follow your soul."

The marble floor reflects bright and soft lights, and the night outside the window is driven away, and the stars are twinkling.

"Aaron, Lily always wanted me to go to the Avengers."

"Are you asking for my opinion, or are you just telling me about it?"

"I don't know if I should go or not."

"Leave aside all the dangers, treatment, and difficulties, do you want to go?"

Oliver answered after a while, "Yeah." His voice was soft, "They've made a difference."

"If you impose all possible dangers and hardships on yourself at the same time, are you afraid?"

"No...it can't hurt me."

"Then what are you thinking about?"

"I'm afraid that my ability is not enough." This is not a game. If you fail, you can reload the file. Oliver is not worried about himself, but he is afraid that his mistakes will bring disaster to others.

"Oliver," Hotch said, "as much confidence as your deep mind is, your surface thinking distrusts yourself. Your deep mind dictates your behavior, but your surface thinking gets in the way of your self-knowledge." , don’t think too much, you rarely fail. It’s like, I fell in love with you a long time ago, but you slipped away by yourself after confessing, do you know how confused my thoughts were at that time? But luckily you Your self-confidence has brought you back, although you still have to drink, but you have to understand, Oliver, Oli, Liv, Oreo, when you give love, how can anyone not love you? I don’t mind making you more confident ,you are perfect."

Oliver looked at Hotch's sincere eyes and smiled, all the sharpness, provocation, confusion, and aggression in the dance music disappeared, like a contented golden retriever with warm fur, "I won't refute, because I exist now in your eyes, and perfection encompasses the concept of being."

But the rhetoric does not disappear.

No matter how dangerous the world is and how busy life is, this is still your world and your life, and you have the right to enjoy it and love it, and there will always be someone who loves you and stands by your side.

After the song ended, Oliver was given a few more glasses of wine. He couldn't quite remember what happened that night, and everything remained only a hazy memory.All the aromas of good wine and food, laughter, long or intense music, and dance steps with drum beats are covered with a star-like tulle and placed in my mind.

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Dizzy and dizzy after drinking, Oliver slept all day the next day, and refused to answer various calls from the Avengers Building and various departments of the CIA, DHS, and FBI until he regained his energy and regained his strength.

He planned to go to the old enemy of the CIA first, so that he would not always get in the way.

Oliver himself doesn't mind providing various departments with information about the escaped Hydra in S.H.I.E.L.D. Although it's a bit troublesome, it's a necessary task to complete.

But it was unnecessary work for the old enemy to trouble him outside of the mission.

It was Oliver's first time doing such a thing as leading the chasing Hydra to the serial killer they were investigating, and asking Mr. Old Enemy to find someone in the serial killer's standard basement, but it went smoothly unexpectedly.

There is no need to worry about the CIA being killed by serial killers, otherwise these agents would be ashamed to stay in the CIA.

This time the serial killer is keen on corpse torture. When Oliver and BAU rushed to check the scene, they saw the stumps and internal organs, twisted corpses and blood-stained instruments of torture on the ground. Scared.

Look at his red eyes, it's obvious that he has cried, like a little white rabbit that has been trampled by a big bad wolf, it's so pitiful.

Oliver secretly asked his team members about the situation at that time.

The team member had an indescribable expression on his face, "The captain...he was really frightened, and cried and shot at the murderer, using up all his hands. None of the bullets in the gun fell through."

Oliver glanced at the serial killer who was shot into a sieve, "Oh."

In the mission that year, the report stated that he was alone with a gun and killed all the enemies. The support he had prepared could only be used to clean the battlefield.

Oliver glanced at the mission video. It was a high-level secret that would be sealed soon. The old enemy was crying while holding a gun, and his force value exploded.

"Do you need a psychiatrist?" Oliver leaned over and asked afterwards.

"Need not."

"Don't be afraid of embarrassment. Most people will be more or less shadowed when they see the scene of a serial killer's crime."

Although these CIA agents have not killed people before, the visual and psychological impact brought by the serial killer's basement cannot be underestimated.

"No!" He glared at Oliver viciously with his red eyes, "You are my shadow."

"Then it's up to you." Oliver spread his hands.