HP John Snape

Chapter 124

It's a new day. Since there was no need to go to the set for filming today, John decided to sleep in last night.

The curtains were tightly blocked from the sunlight, and the bedroom was dark, but the cell phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated.

"Buzz...buzz."

John fell into a deep sleep without even raising his eyelids.

Snape woke up immediately.

——His alertness seems to be engraved in his bones and cannot be changed. As long as there is a little disturbance while sleeping, he will wake up.

Yeah, but at least Snape didn't put dozens of warning charms on the door, which was a lot better.

"Buzzing..." The phone is still ringing.

He turned his head and stared at John - the blond man frowned and covered his head with the quilt.

Snape lost his patience and beckoned over the phone. He hesitated, but still didn't hit John.

"Answer the phone." Snape pulled the quilt around him that was almost wrapped into a ball and glanced at the screen.

It was an unknown number, but not many people knew John’s mobile phone number.

John reluctantly showed his head and took the phone in a daze: "Hello?"

Snape lay down again, his posture was very standard. His hands were folded obediently in front of him, and he started to be in a daze with a straight face.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Snape! I'm Kate Thomson from Warner. I wonder if Charlie has ever mentioned me to you? Warner intends to change the Harry Potter filming set into a large theme park. Something..."

John knew this was happening, so he listened casually. He turned over in the quilt, put his left hand around Snape's waist, crossed his left leg, and lay on top of the man.

Snape was caught off guard and almost breathless under the weight of his body.

He couldn't maintain his posture anymore, so he first struggled to pull his arms out, and then tried hard to tear John off his body. Because John was still talking on the phone, he didn't dare to say anything. He could only glare at him fiercely: - Get off of me!

John looked back: I don't!

He grabbed Snape as hard as he could, entangled his legs tightly, and buried his head in the man's arms. He just responded to the phone call with "Yes, I know."

Unable to tear it off, Snape continued to throw knives with his eyes:

- Your weight can already crush someone to death, and I will be the first victim!

"Our preliminary plan is to build Diagon Alley first... The Hogwarts project is too big, but the higher-ups still ask that it be completed as much as possible. Mr. Snape, do you have any suggestions?"

John raised his eyebrows and showed an angry look. Expression: Heavy? You actually called me heavy! If you keep doing this, the baby will have a fuss!

"Oh, Mr. Thomson, I think you are right. I only have one request, and it must be true."

Snape struggled to show a fake smile while carrying a heavy object: Oh? I'm just stating the facts. Fat, male, person.

"Okay, Mr. Snape. Well... the shops in Diagon Alley after they are built will definitely sell corresponding items, and these also need authorization."

John said angrily: - You actually called me fat! I am just a soul! Is there any justice? Snape I'm warning you! You are about to lose your baby! You old man!

Snape's eyes froze, and he lowered his eyes and pursed his lips.

John was too frightened to reply to Thomson and slapped his mouth in regret.

——Merlin's pants! Make him talk bad!

He quickly stretched out his hand and pulled twice as a signal, and then showed Snape a look of admiration and admiration, as wet and innocent as Bambi: Severus, I like old men best! Especially someone like you.

--really!

"Mr. Snape?" Thomson on the other end of the phone suddenly couldn't hear the answer and was a little surprised.

The corner of Snape's mouth suddenly curled up in a triumphant arc. There was no hurt in his eyes, but it clearly said: I know. And even if you want to regret it, it's too late, just keep wearing the ring!

"Oh, okay." John replied casually, looking at Snape with condemnation in his eyes: You actually - lied! I! tell! white!

Snape ignored his condemnation and remained confident: So - get off me immediately!

He hasn't given up on tearing John off yet.

John leaned forward impatiently and blocked the man's lips with his lips.

——Very good, the world is finally quiet.

Thomson shouted strangely for a long time, but no one answered.

There was a faint smile in Snape's dark eyes.

John stretched out the tip of his tongue to trace Snape's lips, and carefully exchanged a kiss with him. Both of them tried not to make a sound.

John couldn't help but curl his eyes, feeling amused by this feeling that was similar to having an affair.

Thomson on the other side of the phone struggled for a while and said to himself: "Okay... I guess Mr. Snape fell asleep again? He was half asleep when he heard the voice just now... I'd better call again in the afternoon... Right? "

The author has something to say: "...?" "

Who am I? where am I? What should I do?