"Second prince, I wonder when your majesty will come back? I want him to see my daughter first." When he heard your majesty's words, the woman who had been looking at Angelo just lowered her head.
And Angelo definitely saw the light in her eyes.
He was still smiling, but his smile was unexpectedly stiff. It turned out that he had misunderstood. He was really being sentimental.
"He will be back soon, so please go back first. If he comes back, I will notify you."
Angelo stood up and gave the order to expel the guests very tactfully.
The woman pulled her father's clothes, and then the two of them walked out.
Only Angelo stared at the backs of the two of them with indifference.
Everything belongs to Andrew, does he have everything here just because he is the eldest brother? It's really unfair.
He turned around and sat on the sofa again. He picked up the half-cold cup of coffee and took a sip. It was much more bitter than hot coffee.
He put down the cup in his hand, stood up, and walked out of the living room. His footsteps echoed in the quiet living room, especially heavy.
When he walked out, people naturally kept saluting him. No matter what his reputation was, whether people liked him or not would not have any impact.
Because he was still the distinguished second prince, and when the king was away, he was the highest authority here. He suddenly laughed, and the sound cut through the air around him harshly,
And his steps were even faster, because there was a snack waiting for him in his room at this time. As long as he thought of those green eyes, the small and growing chest, and the extremely fair skin,
There was also the frightened expression on her face, and he felt his body tense up again.
He will enjoy his snacks. After looking for them for a long time, this time, it is a surprise that he could not imagine.
Pushing the door open, no one or anything could stop him now. His thin lips raised proudly, and the door to the inner room opened.
But he stood at the door. A bloody smell spread throughout the room, making him feel his heart suddenly cold. The little girl sat on the ground, wrapping herself in the clothes he tore into pieces.
When he heard the door knock, his body only trembled slightly, and then he was like a dead person, without any sign of life.
There were broken vases on the ground. He winced at the corner of his eye. His vase from the seventeenth century was a priceless antique. This damn woman actually smashed his most beloved vase.
If he didn't torture her well today, he wouldn't be called Angelo, he would even count the vase on her body, and of course the silver one, he said, she really has grown one
Good face.
It's really rare to make him like it so much.
"Little girl, you are so brave. I can't even sell you that vase a hundred times." Angelo walked forward and kicked away the fragments of the vase on the ground, which were really in the way.
He knelt down, put his fingers on Lotte's head, and touched her hair. There was no feeling at all. She was really a woman with a mouth full of taste. What he liked most was women's hair, especially those with hair.
Slightly curled, it is simply a pleasure to hold it in your hand.
She really made him lose too much fun.
But Lotte just let him touch her without struggling at all. She just thought she was dead now.
It was really a strange temper. Angelo put down his hand. He had not thought about making this little girl his so quickly. It was not easy to get such a treasure. Of course he wanted to have a good time.
Just give it a moment, otherwise you will really be sorry for yourself.
It's really interesting. He is used to women yelling and has seen many women smile and obey, and this kind of silence. This is the first time he has encountered it, and it will definitely be very interesting after a while.
He suddenly touched Lotte's small shoulders, but when he saw her face, his pupils suddenly shrank, and then he quickly let go of her.
"What the hell did you do?" Angelo stood up immediately. His heart was still hot just now, but it was like a bucket of cold water was poured on him, making him feel cold from head to toe. He said that he was not interested anymore, but there was nothing left.
.
Lotte raised her head. The white maid uniform was already stained with blood. There was a deep cut on her face. Although the blood was no longer flowing, the cut was particularly painful on her fair face.
shocking.
She picked up the fragments of the vase in her hand, her lips were pale and helpless, and her eyes looked at the standing man blankly. The initial fear was now gone, because she no longer had any fear.
Once she felt it, she didn't know the pain, nor was she afraid of the pain.
"Don't you like this face? If I didn't have this face, would you still like it?" Her green eyes were wide open, but this time she didn't cry again.
"You damn woman, how dare you destroy it, how dare you..." Angelo widened his eyes, unable to believe that this woman actually did such a thing, she ruined her face,
She was so cruel that she ruined her face.
He kicked Lotte violently, and Lotte fell to the ground. Her eyes just stared at her, their eyes were empty without any color, and the green gradually turned into black.
It really doesn't hurt anymore.
She just looked up at Angelo. She had never hated anyone, because in her fifteen years of life, there was only love and no hate. No one taught her that hate was nothing, nor told her,
It turns out that there is a kind of pain that is numb.
"If you like it, I will destroy it," the blood had stained the clothes on her chest red, and the red color hurt someone's eyes.
After destroying it, Angelo frantically picked up another vase on the side and smashed it on the ground. This one was also his favorite, but he was already mad.
"Okay, even if you are destroyed, then I will destroy you completely." He suddenly stepped forward and tore off Lotte's clothes. Lotte just picked up the fragments of the vase in her hand.
"I will destroy what you like, both on your face and on your body." She just looked at Angelo's face, and the smell of blood in the air became even stronger.
"You want what you like, I will do it," she kept repeating this sentence.
Angelo let him go. Seeing this face, there was only one kind of anger in his heart, an anger that wanted to strangle this woman to death. He turned around and smashed everything in the room. He finally
I hate imperfect things, what a good toy was ruined like this,
She is using such a decisive method, her heart is not made of iron.