Robert took the knife and cut the pork chops on the dinner plate.
"What are you thinking about that makes you so obsessed?" Vanessa stared at him intently.
Robert raised his eyebrows: "I was just thinking about how I should repay you."
"Repay me?" Vanessa showed two small dimples. Whenever she made this expression, Robert knew something was wrong.
"If you want to repay me well, then you must accept my request..." Sure enough, Vanessa's red lips opened slightly, but the sound from them was like a magic sound that filled her ears.
Robert interrupted: "Allow me to refuse."
"Reject? There is no possibility of rejection." Vanessa tapped her dinner plate with her fork and emphasized again: "No!"
"If you refuse, I think there is no need for you to continue living here."
When Vanessa gave the ultimatum, Robert immediately raised his hands: "Okay, I surrender, what is it?"
Vanessa lifted her platinum hair from her ears and stared straight into Robert's eyes. When Robert became impatient, she stuck out her tongue and said, "I don't want to tell you now?"
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"You woman!" Robert was about to start a fight, but he was not a dull fool, and he did not have the leisurely elegance to let the other party flatten and round him.
But when something was placed on his thigh, Robert was suddenly stunned.
He looked up at Vanessa, and saw Vanessa covering her mouth and snickering, her eyes seemed to be able to speak, watching Robert's embarrassment.
Robert suddenly put down his knife and fork, and reached down with his hands. The soft and round skin began to feel warm. Vanessa's expression was startled, and then her face turned red, living up to her previous casual attitude.
Feeling Vanessa's tendency to shrink back, Robert stopped this behavior expressionlessly and strongly criticized it. However, comfort is indispensable. After all, everyone does something wrong sometimes.
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This criticism lasted for a full five minutes, and it was only when Vanessa frowned, as if she could no longer hold on, that Robert stopped the criticism just in time.
"You, you..." She glared at Robert hatefully. Vanessa's body trembled slightly, but she finally swallowed the rest of her words into her throat and hurriedly left the table with weird steps.
Only the sound of the door closing loudly echoed in the living room.
Robert raised his hand expressionlessly, smelled the fragrance on his hand, and then started cutting the pork chops with his head shaking.
He is not an innocent young man like Peter, but the way of criticism this time is quite novel, and Robert is a little unable to resist...
The next morning, when Robert opened the door, the first thing he saw was steaming milk, fried yellow eggs, and bread stacked on the dining table.
Robert's stomach then made an unsatisfactory growl.
Later, he discovered that Vanessa was sitting demurely across the dining table, with her legs together and her hands on her knees, with a peaceful face - elegance will never go out of style.
But her expression gradually disintegrated as Robert devoured his food, and Vanessa said with difficulty: "Don't you have anything to say to me?"
"Huh?" Robert put a piece of bread into his mouth and mumbled an onomatopoeia. With his mouth bulging, he didn't forget to glance at Vanessa.
I have to say that Vanessa's looks are quite appetizing, just like the dew among the flowers in the morning, or an elf woman living deep in a dreamy forest. Her motherhood reveals the unique youthfulness and charm of youth.
The scent overflows with fragrance.
Of course, it would be better if you don't speak now.
"Okay, very good!" Vanessa clenched her fists, took out a letter and threw it on the table, saying coldly: "After eating, go and deliver a letter for me, and then leave it there until
Until the people there let you come back."
Robert glanced at the letter on the table and shrugged noncommittally.
After finishing the meal, he still didn't see Vanessa, so he guessed that she might be really angry.
After all, after Robert punished her, he didn't even have a decent explanation.
As for the explanation, Robert said that he didn't know what to say. It was really unreasonable to not weigh the fat meat delivered to his door personally.
Robert took out the envelope and looked up. There was a string of words written on the envelope: "Third Floor, Office Building No. 34, Las Vegas District".
Isn’t it just sending a letter?
After delivering the letter, he left and decided whether to stay or not would depend on the situation.
After putting on a casual all-white casual suit, Robert walked out of the gallery and stopped a taxi that was about to pass by.
Go deliver a letter in the morning and watch the battle show at Tombstone on time in the afternoon.
Fortunately, the stolen money brought up by Tombstone was a full 200,000 federal coins - although it was much inferior to the previous one stronghold that could collect millions of federal coins, but after all, Robert could collect money while lying down, and he also knew how a gangster force operated.
Huge expenses.
The medical expenses and housing expenses of Tombstone’s men alone are enough to take away most of the stolen money.
As for paying Vanessa, Robert gave up the idea for the time being. Instead of letting Vanessa doubt the origin of his money, it would be better to put it in his pocket for emergencies.
For example, this is the current situation...
Robert was able to take a long-lost taxi again.
"Office Building No. 34, Lasvez District."
"Sir, I would like to remind you that things are not peaceful in that area recently..." The driver looked through the rearview mirror and gave Robert a troubled look.
"What's wrong?" Robert asked with a frown.
"I heard there are two groups of gangsters trying to make a scene... You must have heard of the two major forces, Black Tomb and Golden Scorpion, right?"
As luck would have it, the address of the office building is not far from the agreed location given by the tombstone. If I were lucky, I might be disturbed by the aftermath of the gang war.
"Then you don't want to go there?"
"If anything, in Gotham, we all lick blood on the tip of a knife to survive, but..."
"Okay, needless to say, I'll give you this money and take me there." Robert didn't wait for the driver to finish the next line, and directly took out five federal coins and placed them beside the driver.
"Thank you for your kindness, sir." The driver glanced at the red and green bills and grinned his big yellow teeth.
Robert didn't feel much about this, just like when he was working at the front desk of a convenience store, if a customer asked him to run errands and work part-time in the express delivery industry.
He will treat it as a job only if there is a tip. If there is no tip and a bad attitude, he will simply ignore it.
In this case, regardless of Vanessa's request to send a letter and the invitation of the tombstone, if Robert were in the driver's position, even if he was given one million federal coins, he would not go near the location of the gang war.
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As for now... the tombstones in the gang war are all our own, what is there to be afraid of?!