"When are you going to see her?" Chen Senran took two steps and stopped to look at Lao Du, who was preparing to drive the carriage out of the backyard.
"Well …" Lao Du, who was raising his whip, had a moment of stalemate. His cold face, which has remained unchanged for thousands of years, was rarely red. "Let me think again."
He scratched his head and said.
"Fine with you," Chen Senran replied with a smile.
The so-called fear of being near home is probably the case.
Speaking of nostalgia, Chen Senran was a little embarrassed at the moment. He looked at the gray oak tree door but one step away and raised his hand without knocking.
"Evelyn, you also go home and have a good sleep. It’s very kind of you. I promised to help you." Chen Senran raised his hand and looked at the corner in the distance, and the sunset was still red.
He knew Evelyn was nearby.
After waiting for about a minute, Chen Senran finally pushed the gray oak tree door.
Pushing the door for an instant, Chen Senran heard a sentence-
"Do you know that Demassia Ligellen is dead?"
The speaker is a slightly drunk man. He is among a group of men who are coming out of the fight club. They are all drunk and obviously just partying from inside.
This guy shouted and told others that he was well informed when he was drinking.
But I haven’t waited for this guy to enjoy the surprised eyes of others. Really doubt it?
A fist rushed to him first.
"Bang-"He was hit by that incredible fist and crashed into the bar bar, banging a bar full of good wine and smashing it to pieces.
All the men who came out of the fight club with him were angry and looked at the fist. Some of the owners got drunk and lost their temper, and even directly picked up the bottle in their hands and were about to dry.
But when they saw the master of the fist clearly, everyone bowed their heads consciously and even took some breath.
It’s like a flock of sheep who have seen wolves.
But that fist is not terrible, and the owner of that fist is even more beautiful and moving.
A beautiful woman
In the fight club, this man respects local women, which should not or cannot be respected, let alone feared.
But this woman just did it.
The reason is that this woman’s name is Katrina, and she has knocked down the men’s department in the fight club several times with her delicate fists, which can be said to be well-proportioned and beautiful.
"It’s been a long time since Katrina." Chen Senran looked at this interesting scene and nodded and smiled at the wild red-haired beauty with a tight leather posture.
Katrina didn’t reply for the first time. She seemed to have a pause for half a minute before she slowly turned around and looked at the man standing at the door, who was half-leaked by the sunset and holding the girl.
"It’s you," she said slowly in the first sentence, without any joy of reunion after a long separation.
Instead, with some Chen Senran, you can feel the murder from a distance.
"Have you arrived yet?" The murder seems to be threatening to wake up little Anne who was sleeping in Chen Senran’s arms.
She rubbed her eyes and looked around sleepily, which made Katrina’s murder a little less
"Yes, you are not at home?" Chen Senran rubbed his little girl’s little head and conveniently brought the door.
He put the little girl in front of the bar and snapped his fingers at Joey, who was in a dull state because a series of things happened too fast and too much.
"Why doesn’t Joey know me?"
"Ah …" Joey finally reacted and shook his head and said, "No, no, no, Chen Dao, no, boss Taylor, how did you …"
"Well, don’t you. As usual, give Miss Anne a glass of milk juice and I want a glass of good girl." Chen Senran turned to look at Katrina who was still staring at him. "No two cups."
"Small dense …" Just wake up little Annie tearing Chen Senran skirts not to say "people don’t drink milk juice …"
"Be good and obedient" Chen Senran scraped my little girl’s nose and glanced at the members of the fight club who had been afraid to take a bite out of the atmosphere.
"Hello everyone, I have something to do today, so I won’t greet you. Let’s go home first."
"It’s … it’s Boss Taylor." The group nodded unanimously and then pushed the door out of the gray oak tree one by one like avoiding the plague.
There’s one guy left who hasn’t got up from the wine pile. Poor guy who was beaten by Katrina.
"Joey, even if you pack up a compensation, the wine will be delivered later." Chen Senran snapped his fingers at Joey again and looked at Katrina with a crooked neck and motioned her to sit down and talk.
Katrina still didn’t speak. She looked at Chen Senran again. After nearly a minute, she lifted her legs and walked to the drinking area with a deep refusal to be continued.
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"He’s dead" is the second sentence of Katrina.
There is a heavy sadness in the tone.
"I know" Chen Senran nodded and didn’t know what attitude to comfort her.
He’s not very good at comforting people, especially Katrina, who should never need anyone to comfort him.
Or she shouldn’t be a sad person in front of others.
"I’m sorry." Katrina looked at Chen Senran and said that she was sad.
Very sad, very sad. Chen Senran feels that the air is full of a kind of breath called sadness.
I’m sorry. Chen Senran can say that. He can’t think of another word.
The atmosphere fell into some strange dreariness.
It was quiet around, and the frost rune heat removal system was left, and the energy surged slightly in the invisible partition.
Joey couldn’t even take a breath. He put two glasses of good girl on the table and quickly fled back to the bar.
Chen Senran pushed one cup to the front of Katrina and picked up another cup to look out of the window.
The sunset outside the window is almost residual red, and the whole street is reflected in the texture of magic glass windows.
Very beautiful
Long-lost beauty
Chen Senran hasn’t sat in this angle for a long time and watched the setting sun in this city.
"Who killed him?" After a long silence, Katrina finally broke the deadlock.
She didn’t touch the cup of good girl. She still looked at Chen Senran with a questioning tone and eyes.
"Who do you think it is?" Chen Senran didn’t answer. He turned his head to meet Katrina’s eyes and asked questions.
"Some people say …" Katrina finally revealed her long-hidden blade "It’s you"
She really took out a knife. She once cut Chen Senran’s throat and put it on the table.