Heather who counterattacked

Facing Markas' aggressive posture, Jasmine didn't keep her eyes out, smiled and picked up her skirt and bowed slightly, then turned her head and walked aside to give the two of them room to talk.

The young master's heart was full of sourness.

He walked over one step later but just saw a good show. Regarding Aurora's inappropriate little mood, he was a little gloating and also a little inexplicably disappointed. The woman around Xi Ruier was not very pleasing to the eye, but now There is a kind of resentment that one's own fruit has been picked.However, before he pointed the finger at him, the woman consciously avoided it, which made him feel depressed that he had nowhere to vent his anger.His thinking paused, and he didn't pick up the words.

Cyril's ice-blue pupils clearly reflected the figure of this child. He quickly stepped out of puberty, and he was about to shed his youthful appearance. Conceal a little immature.

"How's it going?" he asked.

Marcus was a little embarrassed by the look, and muttered with sideways eyes, still unable to control his childish embarrassment in front of him: "Don't you know everything!"

There was a slight smile in Cyril's eyes: "Varenna praised your growth to me."

Varenna was the name of Lady Safair.

Marcus blushed in surprise and said, "How did you get in touch with her?"

The lady had lived in seclusion for a long time since her sister passed away, so she had a cold and eccentric temperament, and even had an inexplicable hatred for men.Markas himself sees her very rarely throughout the year. Although he accepts her upbringing, attends the courses arranged by her, and stays in the old house for a short time, but that person just has the ability to prevent him from bumping into her. Myself, so when I first heard that Xi Ruier still had contacts with this lady... Are you kidding me?When did this happen?

"Could it be that we couldn't have a relationship before?" Cyril asked lightly.

Marcus was dumbfounded.In an instant, I think of Aurora from Sister Claus, and then I think of the Kane family from Sapphire... Cyril's love life is quite fascinating, but knowing some heart-piercing and deafening feelings is enough to make others silent.He didn't dare to make any comments on this, for fear of touching the limit of the gentleman in front of him, so he just turned the topic to express his dissatisfaction in a low voice: "You have enough eyeliner...everyone is turning towards you."

Cyril really rarely appeared in front of him.Compared to the years he spent with that chick in Kane, he had so little time for himself.But Marcus knew that his every move was under the eyes of this man.His attention to himself was unmatched by Aurora.Who doesn't want the person they admire to look at them more?If the consequence of being a good child is being left behind and never remembering once in half a year in October, then he would rather make a fuss.

"If it bothers you, you can have more freedom."

"No!" Marcus said decisively, staring at the other party vigilantly, "You don't want to just leave me like this, do you?"

Cyril: "..."

What a joke!Although being recognized does make him a bit complacent, but if this kind of trust is to be exchanged for attention, then he would rather be ineffective. "I knew you wanted to leave me a long time ago!" Marcus said angrily.

Cyril was confused for a moment, wondering where the dead child was going.But he didn't have any desire to explain, he just looked down at him deeply: "You have grown up."

"No, I'm still young!" Marcus retorted without thinking.

Seeing only two people chatting, Jeffrey came over and looked at him with a terrified and kind expression.

A tendon on Marcus' forehead snapped quickly: "Damn it, what disgusting expression is that on your face?!"

Jeffrey squeezed his throat: "Oh, my baby, you are still young."

Markas instantly blushed to the base of his ears, couldn't hold it back, clenched his fists with both hands and rushed forward.

Jasmine had already found a female partner with whom she could talk to pass the time, so she turned her head to watch for a while because she could not understand the sound. The presumptuousness and enthusiasm brimming with the young people's fights and fights was too strong, and then she also smiled lightly.

Aurora found a remote balcony and leaned against the railing alone in a daze.

The night sky is oppressive, and those thick and far-reaching clouds are arranged in a regular shape in the sky. There should be something very bright behind the clouds, so when it is covered and airtight, it will make the clouds reveal their original color. of gloss.

She wanted to cry a lot, preferably the kind where she was out of breath and almost dizzy and suffocated.

But in the end, he remained silent with a calm and numb attitude.

After a long time she couldn't help a chuckle, slightly mocking.After a person grows up, it is really much more complicated.When you know how to restrain yourself and try to suppress your emotions, you will mature.But what is the difference between this kind of maturity and putting a mask on your face?

"It seems that you have figured out a lot of truths." Someone behind said.

With a slow tone, the sound is as pleasant as the collision of orchestral instruments.

"Do you want to understand why he can't belong to me? Do you want to understand that the world we live in is different?" The girl in the red dress curled her lips, her eyes were cold.She suddenly laughed slowly again: "When you grow up, you can understand that not all the beautiful and brilliant things in the world will be yours." But she still won't be reconciled——the most beautiful and brilliant thing that is hard to find in the world Why can't the treasures belong to me—even, I didn't have the qualifications to get it in the first place.

She raised her head abruptly, unable to conceal the anger in her heart: "Why do you have to come here? Tell me to see what good it is for you!"

The anger exploded like fireworks and returned to nothingness, and soon she apologized in a low mood: "...I'm sorry Christian...I shouldn't be angry."

The pain of having a dream shattered is really unbearable, so it is inevitable to instinctively want to choose a partner to hold grudges.Behind that kind of sadness, there is also regret like this.However, Mingming knew very well in his heart that meeting him and seeing his female companion, everything was just an accident.

It's really sad that the person she yearns for is so far away from her.

If it wasn't for such an opportunity to think about it in person, I'm afraid I'd be in a daze and never be able to find out.

"For people like us, it's a luxury to get a love." St. Langton chuckled, "That kind of love that is pleasing to the heart."

He was leaning against the colonnade on the other side, with a tall and elegant figure, and the hazy light in the night shone on his silver hair, shining a very mysterious and bright light.

"You have seen a lot of scenery, all kinds of beauties, and all the things that should be temptations have become commonplace for you. After reading thousands of sails, they become boring." He laughed, "What should it be?" Can someone from your heart enter your heart again?"

"All luxury things come easily. You can make all the women flock to you just by waving your hand. How can you have the patience to explore the inside of a woman? Your appearance, your ability, your vision, your Proud, where you stand, you look down on too many people, how can you ask a random woman to explore your soul? So, how difficult is it to find someone who can match your love?"

Aurora was stunned: "So?"

"So, no matter what, it will end up being a well-matched marriage."

Aurora frowned, as if she wanted to refute, but in the end she couldn't say anything.Although her parents passed away early, her noble lessons have not been missed at all.She has received the most traditional education, so she naturally knows what is most important to the family - inheritance and continuation.An illusory love is indeed not as realistic as a well-matched marriage.

For Christian, his weight in the family was enough for him to choose whoever he liked as his wife.Even if it's just an ordinary person, an ordinary girl, as long as he approves, she can become his bride.But will he?Will he?Love does come out of nowhere, but will his eyes be on the elegant lily in the quiet room, the quiet water lily in the pond, or a silent red Polygonum in the wilderness?A tiny dandelion?

The price to be paid to train a commoner woman into a qualified family mistress is too high, how can it compare to a mature, stable and dazzling noble lady?

"I'm young so I can wander around and be unscrupulous within the limits of what I can have." St. Langton raised his eyebrows, "But I also have an obligation to contribute to my family—maintain the glory of the family, continue the inheritance of the family—this is The most basic stuff."

"Your Excellency is a fairly traditional and pure nobleman. The only heir of the two great families, he has more burdens than outsiders imagined. There has always been a saying in the circle that the wife of the Duke of Silver Moon is more important than a king. The princess and queen of the royal family still have to have a dignified existence. Almacia has extremely strict requirements on the bride's blood, family, concept, ability, even temperament, appearance, and way of doing things. The royal family has eclectic selection of brides, but this old-fashioned aristocrat Still stubborn and demanding."

He smiled mysteriously: "To this day, some families still set aside an outstanding girl of the right age in each generation for Alma's heir to choose. It has been almost this way for a long time. After all, noble ladies dream of becoming Jinzhan. The owner of the flower manor. It’s just that the Duke of the previous generation was so lucky that his bride was proposed by him himself——his sweetheart, his soul mate. You must know that the poets laureate are Duke William and Erica The love poems written by the Duchess are still celebrated today."

A look of envy appeared uncontrollably in Aurora's eyes.

"My little girl, that's a love that can't be met." St. Langdon's voice also had an envious smile, "Let's talk about your lord, you should know that the dreamy thing like love is once again The possibility of falling on him is too low, the relationship that ended without a cause when he was young has too much influence on him, and his heart has been sealed with dust. Since there is no love, for him, the weight of responsibility is too heavy. "

"You're still young, girl, and you've got plenty of suitors, and you've got plenty of time to squander your youth. You just can't resist his charm—but you know, even if he looks at you, his heart doesn't." Will open for you—and he's old enough to need an heir."

Aurora nodded slowly: "I know." She drooped her eyes, her lips curled up slightly, as if she wanted to laugh, but her eyes were extremely lonely, "But I'm still...not reconciled."

St. Langton sighed softly: "There is no good scenery on the west coast. It was an accident to meet that person. I wanted you to meet a few people... Forget it now. I just got a message and I will take you to see it."

Aurora was a little confused: "Where?"

"Poseidon—I hope I can get tickets in time."

Drinking at a bar with Cyril is definitely a novel experience.

In fact, Marcus has definitely had a lot of clubbing experience.Italy does not have any restrictions on the drinking age, and has the highest wine production in the world, and there are bars everywhere that are full of drinking and carnival crowds all year round.In such an atmosphere, it would be strange not to grow up to be an alcoholic.but!this!No!generation!surface!He can become so sophisticated by drinking with Cyril!

Damn, you don't even know where to put your hands and feet!

While the person opposite went to wash his hands, Jeffrey winked at someone: "Are you so nervous?"

Marcus went crazy: "Don't you think people should be in concert halls and opera houses? Even if they drink wine, they should drink red wine. What kind of dark beer are you drinking?"

Originally, I quite liked the hot and messy tavern-style atmosphere, but now that there is an extra Cyril, it is like putting a statue of a god beside me, which feels too weird!And enough is enough!Why are those women always clinging to him!

God knows how those coquettishly dressed women are as endless as bees sniffing honey.Originally, Marcus didn't mind feasting his eyes, but now he feels disgusting no matter how he looks at it.

"So what on earth are you doing!" Markas stared at Jasmine, feeling the veins on his forehead so that he wanted to flip the table.

"Let's drink with you." The woman opposite said with a smile.

At this moment, there is no feeling of idyllic freshness. Marcus thinks that women are really difficult to deal with, so why did she change clothes in a blink of an eye when they came down from the banquet hall together?Changed makeup?When did you change it?

Jasmine was wearing a long black backless dress, with the right side slit reaching her thighs, her long hair tied into a high ponytail, and her thin eyeliner drawn extremely long. She looked glamorous and coquettish when she smiled.

In fact, the eyes of the whole bar are almost nailed to these two people.

"Can't we go somewhere else!" Marcus felt that he was already suffering from a nervous breakdown. When he saw Cyril being touched by someone next to him, his scalp felt numb. Even an accidental physical contact would almost make him jump up. , How hard you can hold back all kinds of conditioned reflexes.

There was a smile in Jasmine's eyes, and her voice was slow and cold: "He has no friends here."

She shook the bubbles with her beer glass, and said casually, "Don't you guys like this kind of place better? Drinking with him might make him happier."

Marcus and Jeffrey looked at each other in blank dismay.

Geoffrey shook his head slightly at him.Although Markas felt that he shouldn't ask, he gritted his teeth and said cautiously: "Is he unhappy?"