Heather who counterattacked

When I saw Gavin for the second time, the two guys were fighting with the rich man.The wrecked car was scattered all over the place, and it wasn't enough to have all the bodyguards on board, but it was not enough to play in person with their sleeves and arms, and they lost the fight!

On the outskirts of the city near dusk, the road stretching from the mountain road inevitably looks gloomy, and I don't know how the idiots chose such a place to attack.Another person, Cyril, pretended not to see it. After all, this group of scourges used themselves as roadblocks to block traffic, and only occupied most of the lane. The remaining gap was enough for two cars to pass in parallel.

But how could he let such an opportunity pass for nothing?He turned his head and told Naiden a few words.Before Frey retired, the butler Naiden, who could only occupy the second-in-command position, immediately carried out the order to stop the convoy, assign bodyguards to go up the fence, and then instructed two cars to be vacant behind to prepare to take people to the hospital.

Even the people who have been with Cyril all year round have some fighting background, not to mention those special bodyguards.Half of them are masters organized by high-level mercenaries, and the other half are soldiers dispatched directly before the end of their service period. It is trivial to deal with those civilian teams.The conflict stopped in no time.

Harbert's second son wiped the blood on his face with his sleeve in embarrassment, his angry eyes could not hold back the anger, and he still looked fierce as if he was ready to see whoever bites.Even if he was facing the person who saved him, he didn't have a good face. He turned his head, and subconsciously swept across a row of black luxury cars of the same style with his sinister gaze, and met a pair of cold and quiet ice blue pupils so abruptly. .

When I saw it, the windows in that car were already closing automatically.The young man was dressed in a black suit, as his temperament was used to show, reserved but not ostentatious, classical but extremely luxurious, indifferent and rigorous, but there was a soft and slightly curly long hair tied on his left shoulder, so it seemed to be softened That kind of indifference... However, only when you really look into his eyes will you realize that all the previous senses are deceiving.

There is nothing in his eyes, not even contempt or disgust, only the indifference that regards you as air.

Gavin was already in an extremely bad mood, but at this moment, the nameless anger in his heart was burning to the point of bursting through his chest. He wished he could rip out those light blue eyes, and then tear off that face that seemed to be forever indifferent—staring fiercely. The closed car window completely engulfed the man's figure. The commotion of fists in the fight just now seems to be clamoring for destruction even to the bone.

As expected, on the second day, Mr. Harbert personally brought his younger brother to the door to thank him, and he also brought a loli to show off his cuteness.

Cannon Fodder No. [-] standing in front of Cyril was the one at the small banquet at that time, the one who acted as an invisible man with a silent and shady bird.Even under his brother's oppression, he never said a word.For some reason, he suddenly had the illusion that Dylan seemed to have been "educated" again, and this guy looked much worse today than when he finished fighting yesterday.

When seeing them off, Cyril saw the guy who had never looked up at him, and suddenly turned back to stare at him.The eyes that seemed to be filled with blood were full of vicious glare and provocation, as if they were filled with a real brutal beast.With this guy's character, he rushed to be seen by hated people at the most embarrassing time twice in a row, and he was still an object who could draw enough hatred just by his appearance. He had already automatically escalated his unhappiness to bloody hatred.

And Cyril's response was still a cold stare.Little brat, it's still tender to play with him!

When I saw Gavin for the third time, it was a bit subversive, because the two guys were playing street football alone.

The place is a bit remote, but luckily I know where the person I am looking for is, otherwise I will definitely get lost.Walking out of the long and narrow streets of Brussels, it was so coincidental that I saw this familiar figure.

He took little Lolita's hand and stood still at a distance.Lillian put her hands over her mouth and tried to look surprised, but she was really taken aback.In her perception, her second brother would never kick hard like a fool, kick, hook, oh, the ball dropped, pick it up and continue.Not far away, a few children of the same age were laughing and playing fancy tricks, but they kept away from him as if they were deliberately exclusive, and the rest of them just ignored them and played hard with the ball.The expression was serious and tired, but not the usual dark and rebellious.

There was no sign of bodyguards around, so he should have sneaked out alone.As far as Cyril learned, Dylan never let the bodyguards leave his brother's side since Harbert's second son was kidnapped when he was young.

"Does Gavin like football?" Loli's cute voice was very puzzled, "But what my brother taught him has always been equestrian fencing and golf..."

Children in the rebellious period actually prefer civilian sports that are fierce, not gorgeous, and sweaty. The identification is complete.

The feud between Cannon Fodder No. [-] is advancing day by day, and it is the friendship between Cyril and Dylan that has steadily improved.In ordinary communication, the only young lady in Harbert's direct lineage also had a high appearance rate.After all, his face is too lethal to women, even if he is only facing a soft and sticky little loli.

Cyril seems to have always had a high tolerance for girls, not to mention that Lilian is a cute, clever, and a little proud little girl. Even Cyril was a little surprised that she could bring her The little girls from other people's homes walked a few alleys, and they didn't even care about holding hands and walking slowly for such a distance.

"Gavin!" Lillian called out unexpectedly.

The ball fell from the little Po Boy's feet with a snap. He bent down to retrieve the ball and then turned his head to look over.His face was gloomy and displeased to see anything.His eyes first glanced at his own sister, who was still peaceful, then slightly raised his head and glanced at the one holding him, his face instantly distorted.

It seems that as long as I do something out of the ordinary, I can always meet him... always meet him! !

Cyril felt that she was too bad.In terms of this guy's personality, it seems that his mere existence is a kind of stimulation that makes people crazy.Shake it around in front of your eyes from time to time, and the hatred will always be stable and secure.

Yue Mo was weighing the strength comparison between his small body and other bodyguards, so he didn't rush over directly, and walked away silently holding the ball.

A few days later, I heard that the second son of the Harbert family had run away from home.Dylan seemed exhausted, and he didn't bring him back to continue his education. He simply followed his wishes and sent him far across the ocean, arranged for him, and then let him go.

Cyril was satisfied.When this product comes out of that magical big dye vat in the United States, it is estimated that it will be the vicious, cruel and treacherous business wizard in memory. The exterminating gangs of second-hand newspapers in this world will be encouraged by the addition of a core member.

The future of the original version will not be his future, and he will not directly destroy Harbert just because of that unwarranted possibility.Of course, he won't let the plot change drastically to get out of his control, at most he will arrange it according to the cracking method he found.

He has always liked the feeling that everything is under his control, and he is confident that what falls into his hands will never deviate.

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Time is a most amazing thing.

When you deliberately wait for its loss, it will step on your footsteps and move forward slowly almost static; when you can't feel its existence, it will pass away so quickly that it is too late to recover.

Cyril's time was too short.Four years is not even enough to make his layout more rigorous.Human beings are afraid of the unknown, but they have to go to the unknown. The more cautious people are, the harder it is to move forward.It's just that there is still a soft corner in my heart after all, pure and slender, beautiful and sweet-it seems that as long as it exists, all difficulties and obstacles will not be deterrent.

You see, I have worked so hard to love you, what could be sweeter and more painful than such a hopeless love?

"Without you

I will be a soul without purpose

without you

My world will have no foundation

I will be a face without expression

a heart that stops beating

without you by my side

I'm just a flame without heat

..."

When writing such a verse, the image of Claus is still so strong that it can suffocate in his mind.Even if she was extremely tired and closed her eyes, her smile still lingered and refused to leave when she looked back.

At that time, he was struggling to plan for the difficult opening of the South American trade route. There were too many interests to take into account and too many risks to bear. When the newly built framework was crumbling and ready to collapse countless times, he and his team all He gritted his teeth and survived, and then in a dream one day, he held Clause's hand and still didn't speak—because it was impossible, he refused to say the most important words even in the dream —but he laughed.

Never had it, smile at her.

"How do I say I love you?"

How do I tell you I care about you?

How can I tell you my thoughts will never end?

How do I let you know... that I'm here?

..."

When he wrote this poem on paper, Claus had already taken root in his heart.Deep, tight, not at all relaxed, staying in that place for a long time.It looks so beautiful, but it seems that it will bleed when touched.

He has met many people, met so many people, but no one would strike up a conversation with him boldly and jerkyly, no one dared to hold his hand and run wildly on the ancient streets, no one would stand in the square at sunset Crying to the point where he couldn't help himself, no one... said he loved him.

He thought of what he had touched, the temperature of her heart.In his memory, everything about her was extremely beautiful.That feeling is too strong, so many times in dreams, I may ask myself a question, do you regret it?

Why is it in a dream?Because when you open your eyes, weakness will never exist.

"Beautiful summer withered, withered,

The bright days are flying by;

Damp fog that rises at night

Flying through sleepy shadows;

The crops are harvested in the fertile land,

The frolicking brook has grown cold,

The verdant woods are covered with white hair,

The sky also became dark and hazy.

The person in my heart!Where are you now?

..."

He wrote this poem in a certain winter.Heavy snow fell outside the glass window, and the ice field in the northern country was bone-chillingly cold. The fireplace in the house was burning, and he saw her face in the light of the fire.

I'm starting to lose track of it.

It seems that the harder you try to remember it, the faster it will be lost.He gradually forgot her real appearance bit by bit, seeing that outline blurred, seeing that face disappear, only the emotions belonging to her in his chest spread deeper and heavier.

He couldn't tell whether it was getting weaker or thicker.

But if that kind of emotion is responded to with a line of poetry, probably there will only be such a low-pitched pain left.

Love is an everlasting lighthouse.

Claus.

Sweetness and pain, joy and despair, happiness and torment, go hand in hand.

It has been four full years.

Then, finally interrupting him, was a letter.

An invitation from the Kane family in Spain.

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Cyril smashed the glass.When the letter was placed on his desk.

Naiden stood aside respectfully, not surprised by his master's rare gaffe.Now most of the affairs around him are taken over by Naiden. Although Frey has been reluctant to retire, he can't do too much. face, satisfied.

Cyril stared at the green-backed, silver-streaked envelope, silent for a long time.His pale face seemed a little sicker than before, his pupils were cold and dazed, but he couldn't shed a single tear.

A long, long time ago, he knew that there would be such a day... Yes, before he met her, he knew that there would always be such a day, but why didn't he think that there would be a part of his heart that was suddenly gouged out? How painful.

Don't take the initiative to collect any information about Clauris, don't deliberately pay attention to any information about Safair and Kane, avoid her like a fool, as if you have never met her and never knew that there are two The same family exists... Cyril knew that this was far from his original intention before meeting Klauris, and it was not even conducive to his future plans, but he did it like this.

Because he is afraid.Uncontrollable fear.

Naiden saluted deeply, bowed and paused for a while, then slowly backed away from the study, leaving him alone.

Cyril remained in that posture for a long time, in a daze for a long time, and then a drop of water rolled down from his eyes. He pinched his hands to the edge of the desk, bowed his head, and roared silently, as if trying to get rid of the pain that almost made him faint. let go.

Tears kept falling, and he even had the urge to stab a knife into his chest, just wishing it would stop hurting like this.

I just hope it doesn't hurt like this anymore.

But now, he still has to finish the play.

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This invitation from Felix Kane should have been beyond Cyril's expectations.

According to the original plan, Cyril had to wait another two years before he died, and then it was time to enter the Kane family and contact its sole heir, Miss Aurora.But the person in charge of Kane had already learned of his existence, and sent him this invitation to meet at such a special point four years later.

Cyril has no reason to refuse.

That autumn four years ago, he met the man in a square full of pigeons in Florence.Four years later this autumn, he came to Spain where she had married.

Only he himself knew that under his calm posture, he was almost in pain.