What happened here, Bo Jinghan, who was having dinner with the devil at the same table in the quiet pavilion in the middle of the lake, had no idea at all.
But as time passed, her mood could no longer calm down.
In particular, the old pervert sitting in the first place still looked like he was in control. This made her, a chess piece who was preparing to counterattack, a little discouraged. The little confidence she had originally held in her heart was more or less at the moment.
In this solemn atmosphere, most of them were eliminated.
She knew that in tonight's battle, she had no chance of taking advantage, and it was not an option to continue fighting him like this.
After thinking for a while, she finally spoke.
"Edwards...Old sir, I think..."
"Oh, my little sweetheart, I plan to continue reminiscing with you! Why, can't you wait any longer?"
Raising his hand slightly, he raised the goblet, tapped it lightly in the direction of Bo Jinghan, then brought it to his lips, took a sip, then slowly put it down, raised his head and looked at Bo Jinghan again.
The old man sitting at the table slowly raised his lips and revealed a smile.
But that smile, when it fell into Bo Jinghan's eyes, was provocation, sarcasm, ridicule, and a strong pressure coming from nowhere——
The bright mask was particularly dazzling in the night. But at this moment, Bo Jinghan's eyes were always on the dazzling golden color, staring at it, as if he was staring at the flower that could shine out of his mask.
.
But in fact, she didn't notice the flower, but she recognized the pattern on it.
The pattern was not carved for beauty. If she saw it correctly, it should be a totem... and this totem looked very familiar. She seemed to have seen it somewhere.
Well, I must have seen it!
But I can't remember it right now.
"Yes, I don't want to talk to you anymore. Thank you for your hospitality. I had a great time at dinner. Now can you tell me why you 'invited' Mo Huan and I to come here in this special way?"
?”
Clench your fists, unclench them, clench them again, and unclench them again.
After repeating this several times, Bao Jinghan allowed herself to say these words in the calmest tone. As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to feel that her meaning was not 'sincere' enough, so she raised the corners of her mouth again and stared into the old man's eyes.
, gritted his teeth and added word by word: "I ask you... to tell me!"
"Haha, little girl, I thought you would treat me like you did to Jue'er before! But now it seems that you are more adorable like this! No wonder my outstanding descendants will fall under your pomegranate skirt, interesting, you
Much more interesting than your mother..."
Ignoring Bo Jinghan's forbearance, the old man cast his playful eyes on Bo Jinghan.
As he looked at it, his vision gradually became blurry and deep, as if he was looking through her at the stories deep in his memory, the people, things, and things that he could not forget. After a brief absence, his voice came again: "
When I see you, I feel like I'm seeing your grandma. It's just a pity that your temperament is always like that old bastard with a surname, perverse and cunning, like a nasty fox, not as flamboyant and proud as her...
…”
The woman in my memory has not been wasted in the years.
She is always alive.
Every time I remember it, it is frozen in that moment.
At that time, he was still an innocent young man, while she was a pretty and charming aristocratic girl.
That afternoon, she was riding on horseback, raising her whip and looking back, wearing bright clothes and angry horses, which eclipsed everything else, even the sunshine became a background.
