Ning Tong'er opened her eyes wide. She was very sad but forgot about her sadness.
Did she hear it correctly?
Uh...? A romantic night?
Last night, I obviously squeezed into Sister Ruosang's place, and the two of them cuddled up together to sleep. Sister Ruosang still covered herself with a quilt considerately like her elder sister, but it felt warm...
A romantic night, the painter's little lover... When did that happen?
She looked at Qi Ruosang blankly. She saw that Qi Ruosang was very proud of himself and looked at Song Ruqiao with a show-off expression. She understood.
Hey, Sister Ruosang is deliberately making Song Ruqiao angry!
But the key point is that Song Ruqiao is so cunning and insidious... Well, no, he is a smart person, and he actually got fooled, and his face suddenly turned ugly. This is more worth pondering.
"Did you spend the night last night?"
This sentence was squeezed out from between Song Ruqiao's teeth, and his face looked extremely ugly.
"How do you feel? Are you not convinced? You think all men are like you. I haven't seen you touch a woman for so long. Who knows if you are a real man? Xiaoyou, don't you like a man? Hello.
, just admit it honestly... Hey, my little painter lover is different, he is passionate, gentle, considerate, fiery, and..."
Before she finished speaking, Song Ruqiao put the tableware on the table with a loud bang like Murong Lie.
Then, he left the restaurant without looking back. His impulsive behavior was completely inconsistent with his usual calm, mysterious, and scheming image and character.
He was really angry, or really stimulated.
So much so that the image is no longer needed.
The instigator who made her so angry that she was about to go crazy had no idea what a big misunderstanding her lies had caused. She looked at Song Ruqiao's angry back inexplicably, blinked her eyes, and murmured: "What are you doing?"
?Is it true that I like men? I told you that, and I became angry..."
"Cough!" Ning Tong'er coughed next to her, and Qi Ruosang turned around: "What do you want to say, little cutie?"
Ning Tong'er opened her mouth again and again, and finally she could only kneel down and say: "Sister Ruosang, can't you really see that Song Ruqiao likes you?!"
She also taught herself how to deal with men and how to get men to pursue her from New York to London - Sister Ruosang is actually the real fool!
Anyone with eyes can tell that Song Ruqiao likes her!
Qi Ruosang's mouth suddenly turned into an "O" shape, and his eyes widened, more surprised than anything he heard.
**Afternoon, London streets.
There was some unusual noise in a black RV, but the black windows blocked people's view of the interior of the car.
A tall and thin man with a handsome face, but thin and well-defined bones that made people look mean and uninformed, was wearing an iron-gray suit and sat squarely in the seat at the back.
His face was arrogant and contemptuous, just like everyone in the world was a pariah in his eyes, and he was the only one with noble blood and noble status.
The strange sound came from under his seat.
He lowered his eyes coldly and glanced at the seat, without saying a word or taking any action.
"Woooooooo..."
A broken whimper and struggling rattle grew louder from under his black cowhide seat.
This time he finally had an expression.
But he raised his eyebrows slightly and curled his lips: "You are so noisy, teach him a lesson!"
The confidant sitting next to him, a killer with a strong and refined aura, immediately nodded, and he reached out and pulled out a sack from under the seat.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
He stood up, but kicked the struggling sack several times in succession. The man in the sack was still struggling at first, and his mouth that was blocked by a strip of cloth could still scream when he was kicked.
There were whimpering and crying sounds, and when the killer who was born in the special forces kicked hard somewhere in the sack, he made a crisp sound of ribs breaking. The sack stopped struggling, and he probably fainted from the pain. Faintly,
There was blood seeping out of the sack.
Master Mark's confidant remained unmoved and kicked the sack back without even intending to open the sack to see if the man had been kicked to death.
Anyway, this boy was caught casually. When Master Mark was done playing with him, he would either kill him and throw him into the sea without him noticing, or he would be lucky and not be maimed by the toy or not be killed.
Master Mark was killed and spared a life, but he was just thrown into any abandoned place or alley.
If there were as many of these toys as he wanted, he wouldn't bother caring about the life and death of a plaything.
Master Mark's expression remained indifferent, his blue eyes looked at the front of the car, and he suddenly said: "Has that person contacted you?"
The confidant replied: "No, but I guess there will be news before tonight."
Master Mark snorted and said no more.
The car was driving steadily and slowly. When it reached the edge of a street, Mark suddenly said hurriedly: "Stop."
The driver obeyed his words and stopped the car, but saw Master Mark pushing open the door and walking almost quickly to a flower shop on the street.
Although it is afternoon, London itself is a foggy city, and the weather at this time is gloomy and gloomy, as if it is about to rain. The sky is covered with dark clouds, and you don't know when it will suddenly rain a heavy downpour.
The wet and sticky mist filled the streets and alleys, making them look cold and damp.
In order to take care of the customers, the flower shop also turned on warm yellow lights inside the store and at the entrance, creating a more warm atmosphere in the flower shop.
Master Mark stood at the door of the flower shop, looking at the rows of flowers inserted in the nutrient solution at the door. They were so colorful and charming, but his eyes fell directly on the large bouquet of white roses.
The sharp thorns have not been trimmed off the straight green stems of this white rose, and the fresh green leaves make the white flowers look even more ruthless and even murderous.
The proprietress of the flower shop is a chubby little woman with a cute smile.
She was wearing an apron and wiped her chubby hands on the apron. As she walked out of the door, she smiled and said, "Oh, sir, it's you again. What flowers do you want this time?"
She pointed at the very cute dancing orchids and white lilies: "Look, the newly arrived perfume lilies and those are so beautiful."
Master Mark shook his head and picked up the large bouquet of white roses: "No, I want these."
"Ah, sir, you are indeed a master of flowers," the proprietress with a lovely smile flattered him sincerely, "these flowers have just been flown over from the garden of a gardener under the Alps. Look, even
The thorns haven’t even been removed yet!”
Master Mark handed her a large handful of flowers and was about to let her wrap them up, but by accident, the thorns of the roses pricked his finger and drew blood.
He raised his hand and licked the blood beads on his fingers, then gave it to her: "Wrap them all up."
"I'm sorry for hurting your hand." The lady boss took the flowers apologetically and held the bouquet carefully, "I'll clean all the thorns for you right now."
"No," Master Mark refused, "keep all the thorns."
"Keep them all?" The landlady looked at him in surprise, "Are you sure?"
"Sure," Master Mark touched the delicate white rose with his hand and was accidentally pricked by the thorns, but a smile appeared on his face instead. It was really strange, "I like these.
There are no thorns on the flower, so I don’t like it anymore.”
The landlady looked at him strangely, then shrugged silently.
It doesn't matter, it's not a big deal. We often encounter strange customers, not to mention it's just such a request.
It saves her trouble.
Compared with the guest not long ago, this gentleman is relatively normal.
The handsome young man seemed to be a painter. At that time, he happily packed all the flowers in the flower shop, saying that they were going to be given to a girlfriend with whom he was passionately in love, and she was also a beautiful woman from Asia.
Oh, she was so envious at the time - this handsome young painter was as much a comic as the French! The strict and boring British rarely produce such love saints!
However, everyone in the flower shop went out of their way to wrap up the flowers and make them into beautiful heart shapes. When they were ready to give them to the painter, who knew that after he answered the phone, he said in great frustration that he was heartbroken.
, the beautiful lady from a foreign country said she wanted to break up with him, so he said he didn’t want the flowers.
Moreover, the money was given to him, but he just walked away.
Leaving behind so many beautiful paid flowers.
Thinking of that handsome yet miserable painter, the landlady felt that this regular customer was a relatively ordinary person!
Of course, if she knew that this "ordinary" regular customer had a boy captured from somewhere in his RV and put in a sack for fun, she would probably bite off her tongue and swallow her thoughts.
.
Master Mark returned to the car with a large bunch of thorny white roses grown in the Alps, but gave it to his confidant.
His confidant was stunned.
Although the packaging is very beautiful, it can still be seen that even the thorns have not been processed. Besides, what are you doing with the flowers? Don’t mean that!
Of course this confidant knew that Master Mark liked to play with boys, but he was probably like a rabbit and never thought about it.
How could it happen now...
Master Mark's next words interrupted his random thoughts.
"Immediately fly the flowers to China and deliver them to Mr. Han."