man, he looks ugly

I saw Christine at the end of the corridor. She was crying out of breath while leaning on the pillar. The handkerchief was tightly clutched in her palm, and the corset was too tight around her waist. She was about to pass out.

"Christine, what's the matter?" I tried to hug her, and she rushed over and hugged me tightly.

"He, he is so rude, so terrible! This is too terrible!" She narrated incoherently, but she was trembling with fear, and the tears she shed instantly wet the handkerchief.

"He? Viscount Andre? Is it him!" My heart suddenly burst into flames.

Christine didn't nod or shake her head, but her pained expression and pale face said everything. She looked at me, her black eyes were full of panic and fear, and her neat and long nails were firmly embedded in the palm of her hand. in the meat.

"What did he do to you? Did he hurt you?" I glanced nervously at Christine, the hem of her skirt ruffled.

I have been in the theater for a long time, and I always hear all kinds of nasty things, those damn noble men, they use the ballet company as a court for sex, and exchange flowers, francs, and jewelry for a spring night, even if Mrs. Geary has strictly resisted Any negative content about the dance company can be heard and heard, and it is inevitable to hear some rumors, but I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen to me and Christine.

If Christine's chastity is tarnished, that viscount must pay the worst price!

"No, I yelled at him, Meg, I swear I never yelled at anyone like that, I kind of, like, slapped him, and ran out, and I swear I don't know why it came to that... "She covered her face and cried bitterly, her face was red from crying, and she suddenly passed out out of breath. My support became so useless at this time, let alone a 'limped' foot.

Fortunately, Philip appeared in time and transferred Christine to the dressing room.

He placed Christine on a soft couch for rest, straightened up, with an inappropriate mocking smile on his face, "Is that what I think?"

"Kristine was freaking out, luckily she got out in time...I'm going to teach that guy a lesson."

"Wait, little Meg, calm down. Your friend entered the private room with the Viscount voluntarily. Even if she is so pure that she cannot understand human affairs, once things get serious, her reputation will be ruined." The man said, Sounds so mean at this point.

"Famous festival? Even if that damned guy is the culprit, it will only be Christine who gets hurt?" I have to say, at that moment, I really felt what it meant to be dizzy with anger, and the tight corset was too tight. Wrapping my violently heaving chest, the lack of oxygen made my head almost explode.

"What do you think, there are so many girls in the Viscount's hands, who will come out to testify against him? If you want to keep your companion's pure reputation, you must let her swallow this matter, otherwise, she will not I want to marry a good family. No matter how frivolous and frivolous the Parisians are, they still pay attention to their reputation." Philip struck a match, lit the candlestick in front of the dressing table, and through the reflection of the glass mirror, the room was much brighter.

"Christine, Christine, silly girl." I tried to calm my breath, knelt down, straightened her hair, and put my lips on her forehead, feeling cold.Christine's pale face hadn't recovered for a long time, so I quickly helped her up, untied her skirt, and loosened the girdle around her waist so that she could take a good breath.

Philip leaned in front of the vanity mirror, took out the silver cigarette case from his pocket, lowered his head and trimmed the cigar in his hand with a cigar scissors, politely avoiding his sight.

When Christine finally showed signs of waking up, Philip and I closed the door of the dressing room and walked into the corridor, "We can't accuse the Viscount directly, but that doesn't mean we can't do anything to him in private, right? ?”

An exaggerated surprised expression finally appeared on the face of this arrogant man, he laughed loudly, and the compressed laughter was deafening in the entire empty corridor.

"Oh, dear little Meg, I have to admit, I have to admit, you are a little bit peculiar."

"Tell me about the Viscount."

"Well, it's a little-known secret, he's getting engaged soon." After laughing enough, Philip casually threw out a dynamite bag.

At the farewell party, Mrs. Geary, who was worried about her daughter, looked around for her two daughters, but neither her daughter Meg nor her adopted daughter Christine were at the ball.Sensitively, she sensed something was wrong, and hurriedly walked out of the hall, calling the names of the two along the way, looking for the past.

While I was discussing with Philip, I heard Mrs. Geary shouting from down the corridor.

"Mom, I'm here." I quickly responded.

When Mrs. Geary turned her head and saw Philip and me, her face instantly became stiff. She was no different from other mothers who strictly guarded their daughters' chastity. She was extremely vigilant against any opposite sex appearing beside her daughter. The sharp eyes made the cynical man next to him unconsciously look serious.

"You seem to be very afraid of my mother." A sentence was squeezed through the teeth.It's embarrassing that I've become so mean, it's all infected by this guy.

"Oh, I have always respected ladies, especially those like Lingtang." Philip also answered quickly in a low voice.

Mrs. Geary came over, glanced at us sharply, and then saluted Philip.

"Mr. Earl."

"Ma'am." Philip put away all the frivolous expressions on his face, bowed slightly to return the salute, and acted like a decent gentleman in England.

Mrs. Geary's eyes swept over, I quickly lowered my eyelids, and whispered a word of mother.

"Where is Christine, Meg?" asked Mrs. Geary in a particularly severe manner.

"She, she fainted. There were too many people in the hall. You know, she was on a diet recently, so she fainted. I was terrified. Fortunately, Earl Shani helped and sent her to the dressing room." Facing my mother, I unconsciously returned to the state of a little sheep.

Mrs. Geary hurriedly opened the door and saw that Christine was alone on the soft couch, resting her forehead weakly, and her face eased slightly. Of course, she still walked into the dressing room with uneasy eyes, and carefully inspected the situation with her eyes. From the dressing table to behind the screen, to prevent any man from hiding inside.

"Honey, are you all right?" Mrs. Geary walked to the soft bed and asked Christine softly.

Christine's complexion instantly became ugly. Fortunately, she had just fainted, and her complexion was already quite ugly. She looked at me for help weakly.

"Mom, Christine just fainted. Could it be heatstroke? There are so many people in the hall, and it's so stuffy." I quickly interjected and lied.

Mrs. Geary heard that Christine might be suffering from heatstroke, she quickly touched her forehead and then her palm, and deduced, "It's not like heatstroke, maybe it's because the waist is too tight."

I finally escaped my mother's check, and I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The farewell party was late, but Christine was sent back to the dormitory early to rest by Mrs. Geary. She was really scared and couldn't handle the men at the ball at all.

I was told to go back to the farewell party and apologize to Mrs. Olan. As for Philip, in order to project a decent image, he said goodbye to Mrs. Geary after Christine took over and left.

Mrs. Olan, as today's protagonist, is always surrounded by a few friends, and other well-known actresses in the theater also come to say goodbye one by one. Even Solly, who has always been pretentious, came to say goodbye with a charming smile , As for how much of the smile is the happiness from the heart and how much is made on the surface, no one knows.

After waiting by the side for a long time, I was finally able to step forward and interject.

"Ma'am, Christine is not feeling well, so my mother sent her back to the dormitory, and told me to come and apologize to you."

"Is Christine okay?" Mrs. Olan smiled on her tired face.

"No, she's just a little dizzy. The hall is too lively and crowded."

"That's good." Mrs. Olan's gaze was a little erratic. She glanced at the bustling heads in the hall, and finally lowered her face and let out a vicissitudes of life from her throat.

"Ma'am, Paris is too noisy and impetuous, maybe the air in Florence can make you happier." Thinking of how this lady took care of me and Christine when I was a child, my eyes also started to sore.

"Meg, poor child, when you were a child, your voice was more melodious than a lark, but... hey, when will God take care of you? Mrs. Olan gently touched my face with her hands, and her gentle gaze Over and over again.

"Maybe his old man is busy solving a bigger disaster in the world, my voice, when he wants to see the clown in reverse, maybe he will think of me."

"Little Meg, stay optimistic and cheerful. God will never forget you, and he will bless you." Mrs. Olan laughed at my deliberately funny language, then quickly glanced around, and whispered to me, "Darling , please believe in your protector, even if he is weirder than the devil, I have never seen a more sincere existence than him, maybe God took away your beautiful voice, but sent an angel to protect you..."

Just when I was unresponsive, another noble couple came to say hello, I hurriedly saluted and said goodbye, and walked out of the hall.

The 'protector' mentioned by Mrs. Olan refers to Eric?How many people in the theater also know the secrets of the underground.

The doubts in my heart were thrown away when I saw the white pigeon flying from the window.

The little white pigeon proudly turned left and right, and paced proudly. Somehow, it reminded me of Eric, and I immediately found it funny.

Untie the sticky note from the dove's red claw.

Eric asked me to follow the white pigeon to the first platform of the grand staircase, where he was waiting for me.

It's incredible, how did Eric train the pigeons to be more reliable than the tour guides?

The author has something to say: If little M becomes black...will there still be people who like her _(:3J∠)_, the author's brain hole is too funny and there is no cure.

The voting on how disfigured the male god is will continue until tomorrow's chapter release deadline. Friends who support the total destruction, half destruction, and quarter destruction, work harder~

In addition, I am very grateful to the ice shavings who helped catch the insects~ catch one~