Gloria's father and brothers disappeared soon. If there is something in this world that has the best feel, it must be the clothes worn by a girl with great ambition. The fabric of that kind of clothes is really great, giving people a feeling of being loved by people. It is difficult to find such excellent fabrics, and it is hard to find.

After crying for a while, the girl calmed down and started cooking. Because she had been making trouble for a while, it was almost seven o'clock, but everyone had no food yet. Charlie sat on the chair in the restaurant and was talking to the girl in a random manner, as if she was trying to relieve her. Charlie returned to the room, put the book given to him by Mr. Alfred, and started writing for tomorrow.

With his arrangement, Mr. Alfred was soon able to get out of the current predicament. Even Charles found a way for him to kill and vent his anger and then blame others. As for whether he should do that, it was his own choice. Charles felt that it was very likely that he would do that. After all, he was very injured, and even his status and reputation were greatly damaged.

In fact, from Charles' perspective, this Alfred is not a good person. He is like a bastard who is good at disguising himself. Even Charles can guess that even without his help, once Mr. Al loses the lawsuit, after a period of silence, he will take back the money in his own way.

A rich man who started his business by killing people, although he killed all the sinners outside the city, when he encountered such a problem, would he really have no way to do it?

No, actually he has it. His way is to be less talkative and do it directly, but doing so will make him less beautiful in appearance, so he doesn't want to do that, that's just a solution.

Fortunately, Charles helped him solve this problem and had not yet asked for any unbearable rewards. When he had any new troubles that he could not solve, he would think of Charles again.

Forget it for the first time, I want it for free, but I want it for the second time. Don’t you know whose business card is in the business card holder in my top pocket?

In addition, Mr. Alfred also has a pass to leave the city, which is also a very special and important thing.

Charles is not the kind of person who can tolerate being trapped in a city for the rest of his life. If he wants to leave in the future, Mr. Alfred may be able to provide him with the necessary help.

Thinking of this, he took out his pen and started writing the press release to be issued tomorrow.

After the speed of writing of a certain god's will was very satisfactory. After Charles tried to control it and successfully wrote it with one of its pen tips, he suddenly felt the silky smooth writing feel and a kind of happiness he had never experienced before.

The rustling sound of writing and the ink smell emitted by slightly inferior ink combine. It has a special thing that Shire, who claims to be a cultural person, enjoys very much. After rapid assembly, the thinking in his mind is reflected on the paper and text almost at the same time. He can even close his eyes and let his thoughts fly to do this.

So cool...

When the last word fell, three minutes had passed. As for typewriters, he no longer considered it. There was such a pen...

Just as he was about to put away his pen and see if the dinner was ready, a terrible suction suddenly came from the pen of the pen. All the strength in his body and some things that he didn't know were all sucked away in his sigh of regret deep in his heart, and then his arm had his own thoughts.

This time, he almost fainted before the last time he finished drawing. Now he is more physically strong and manager-oriented, and he is more awake.

On paper that was used to write articles and written in front of him, his hand drew a piece like an art master... There was a person inside and outside the door. The person outside the door was facing away from it, stretched out a hand, reached out with one finger, and the person inside the door also stretched out a hand and pointed a finger at him.

But this is not a mirror or a shadow, because the two of them use the same hand and finger.

There was only one person outside, and there were only one pair of eyes that were shown by the blank space left in the process of constantly drawing back and forth. Although it was sloppy and irregular, it gave Charles an illusion that it was looking at itself...

Charles had a feeling that the person outside the door was himself, and the person inside the door had no clues.

A sense of fatigue began to get angry from the soles of his feet, and the pen in his hand was still painting. Charle suddenly realized something. He wanted to struggle and loosen the pen in his hand, but his hand was firmly attached to the pen. The things he had drawn before, together with his manuscript, were painted black.

When the last blank corner was also applied, a deep sense of powerlessness filled his body.

The next second, his eyes went dark and he lay on the table and lost consciousness.

More than ten minutes later, Charlie came in and took a look, and called Gloria helplessly to help lift Charlie onto the bed.

"He always does this, and you will get used to it later." Charlie explained, "You are already a member of our family, so you have to adapt to these, and these are...."

In the eyes of the two girls, Charles rolled down from the bed. At this time, the quilt exposed on the bed was slowly expanding. They threw Charles on the quilt, and now he fell down.

The two girls looked at each other, and Charlie shrugged, "Sometimes this kind of thing happens, but it doesn't matter. Most of the time he is like this, he doesn't feel anything. We just need to move her back..."

"He has a nosebleed..."

"Just wipe it off..."

In the morning, the less bright sunshine penetrated the thick sky like a layer of armor and shone on his face. His consciousness began to gradually recover from the deepest part. When he opened it, he touched the bed beside him. The flat and slightly cold sheets felt very comfortable to touch, but this feeling was even worse than what he was thinking.

Alas... he patted his forehead and touched his neck again. The back of his head hurt when he fainted last time, and the nose hurt when he fainted this time. Maybe there is some profound meaning in it...

At this time, he was recalling the thing drawn by the pen yesterday. He vaguely felt that he had forgotten something very important and could not even think about it, but it was very important.

He pushed open the door with some melancholy. The girl who had already gotten up was making breakfast. Charles greeted her and smiled back to her face, "Thank you... what happened yesterday!"

Charles waved his hand and signaled that she didn't need to be so polite, "It's all a trivial matter..." He then walked into the bathroom, and the brother and sister met in the basin again.

"What's wrong with you today?" Charlie looked at Charlie through the mirror, who took out a piece of furry tree leaves and stuffed them into his mouth, and his voice was a little vague.

"We have to go to the bank to sign a contract in the morning, and then we have to find a designer. Do you have any itinerary?"

The girl spit out the leaves of the furry tree and threw them into the trash can, "No, I want to go to the teacher's place, I might be back later today..." She said, picking up a towel to wash her face, "You have to take the time to solve... these things." The girl turned her head to the outside of the door.

Shire immediately realized, "It will definitely be solved today..."
Chapter completed!