What to do if your crush is the Earl

Under the big tree in Sacheda Square.

Martin: "Are you really going to do this?"

"It's only temporary, Odin, just for a few days." The brown-haired young man struggled to explain, "Can you stop looking at me like that? Like I'm going to betray you."

Martin lowered his head and laughed twice.

After a while, he raised his head and looked at Riel: "Aren't you? Who was it that left without saying a word?"

"Odin!" The young man anxiously grabbed Martin's arm, "I was wrong, and I have already paid for it, haven't I?"

"Let go of me." The man's tone suddenly became cold and ruthless.

"Odin," the young man's face gradually turned cold, "I thought we had tacitly agreed that this matter is over?"

Martin looked at Riel seriously, and Lin Hai in his eyes was silent: "I can't get over it. What happened, I can never get over it."

Reardon stayed there for a long time, and something similar to sadness flashed in the lake-blue eyes: "Odin, do you know? If you weren't so serious and persistent back then, maybe I wouldn't have chosen to leave."

Martin laughed: "Really." He raised his hand, and slowly slid his fingertips behind Riel's ear, staring obsessively at the curls of dark brown hair swirling under his fingers, " Well, let’s stop here.”

Saying the worst things lightly is what this man does best.

"Odin!" Riel burst into tears, "I thought you knew, I love you very much."

"Don't cry, baby," Martin still smiled gently, and gently comforted his lover's ear with his fingertips, "Let's all calm down for a while. You can also handle your affairs. Okay?" Looking at it, the emerald green eyes were cold and without warmth.

Tears welled up in Ruierhu's blue eyes: "As soon as my father leaves, I will come to you."

Martin didn't answer, he patted Riel on the shoulder, bent over and got into a carriage on the side of the street.

"Walker Street, thank you."

Writer's bookstore.

"It's Sade, Sade is here." There was a little commotion in the crowd. After Martin sat down, several gentlemen wearing top hats came to talk to him and invite him to drink. high talk.

There were bursts of unified and high-spirited laughter in the hall.

It is a unique symbol of Martin's time.

When the editor-in-chief of Inspiration Daily came in, he saw that Martin was drinking with a gentleman with a beer belly. Martin's curly blond hair was stained with a few drops of wine, and he leaned against the wall and was slightly drunk.

He went over to make an interruption, drank a glass of wine, and fished Martin out.

"Why did you compete with him for wine?" The editor-in-chief frowned slightly, supporting Martin with one hand.

When Martin got up, he staggered, leaned on him, shook his head, and said with a smile, "Happy~!"

"This guy Keshenduo, I'll settle the score with him next time. I'll call you a carriage first and take you home."

Martin shook his head again, lowered his head, and did not speak.

The carriage stopped by the side of the road, and the editor-in-chief gave a tip, and then handed a stack of envelopes to Martin through the window of the carriage: "This is the manuscript from March before. The bank finally unsealed it, and I took it out for you."

Martin nodded, put the envelope away, and patted his chest to show he understood.

The editor-in-chief signaled the coachman to set off with his eyes.

It was almost noon, the wheels were rumbling on the road, and when it was near the tower room area, the carriage stopped suddenly.

Martin woke up from the shaking and heard the wailing outside the window. He opened the curtains and saw a ragged woman outside pulling the curtain of his carriage: "My lord, please do me a favor, my lord. We have been three days Didn't eat anything."

Not far away, there was a skinny little boy huddled by the side of the road, looking timidly at them with a pair of black eyes.

Martin opened the envelope and pulled out two new coins: "Is this enough?"

"That's enough, that's enough! Thank you, my lord." The woman knelt down and kowtowed with tears in her eyes.

Some people who were wandering around or sitting on the side of the road also noticed this side, and their eyes fell over in unison.

Martin smiled, because his cheeks flushed from drunkenness were still handsome and charming: "How many poor families like this are there on your side?"

"My lord, many people here don't have a home, they just find a place to stay and make do with it at night."

Martin thought for a while, then drew a small ticket and a name card to the driver: "Go to the nearby Sunder Bank, hand this over, and ask them to take out the contents of the safe. ——The small ticket is for you. "

The coachman nodded his thanks and got out of the car.

The woman was a little uncertain about Martin's meaning: "Sir, you..."

"Call all the people in this area, and say that someone is distributing money."

The woman was stunned for a while, until a man who heard the whole process approached and asked cautiously: "My lord, is what you said true?"

Martin looked at him with a smile, took out three new tickets from the envelope, and asked, "Do you want it?"

The man's eyes were straightened, he hesitated to take the money, looked at the light, and said pleasantly: "It's true!"

Seeing this, several people also gathered around, "We want too!"

Martin took out all the money in the envelope and handed it out. Several people rushed to grab it, and finally the money fell on the ground. More people rushed over, and the crowd began to scream.

"There are grown-ups handing out money on 7th Street." People passed on word of mouth.

By the time the coachman and the bank security guard brought the safe, a large crowd had already gathered at the intersection.Some people were dressed in shabby clothes, some were skinny and obviously couldn’t eat often, and all of them stared at the man in the middle with green eyes.

Martin took the safe and opened it, and there were large sums of brand-new banknotes inside. The crowd looked red-eyed, and before Martin handed over the money, someone had already reached out.

Martin sat on the roof of the carriage, watching the crowd crazily grabbing the money scattered on the ground, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Beep, beep, beep --" a whistle sounded from far to near.

Two police officers ran over with the police dog, "What are you doing?!! Stop! Stop!"

The crowd dispersed and soon fell silent, only Martin stayed quietly on the roof of the carriage, his clothes became messy due to pulling, and there was even a scratch on his face.

"Sir, please come to our police station." The policeman said.