Cannon Fodder's Struggle History

When the sun's rays passed through the clouds and shone on the sea, the Titanic faced the rising sun and quickly split the waves and drove forward.

Fabrizio didn't know what horrifying worldly secrets he had told last night. He had a good night's sleep and slept peacefully under the influence of alcohol.

Sure, woke up with a little bit of a hangover.

"My head hurts." Opening his eyes, Fabrizio raised his hands to block the orange sunlight coming in from the window, and moaned in pain. He felt that his temples were swollen and painful, as if they were about to explode.

"This is the consequence of being drunk, my big boy." Carl didn't sleep well all night, but he was full of energy. Compared with the two, Fabrizio seemed to be the one who suffered from insomnia.

"You are absolutely right, Mr. Carl." Fabrizio rubbed his eyes, and sat up from the bed slowly: "Why do I hear the taste of schadenfreude from your words?"

"You must have heard it wrong, boy." Carl shrugged ungentlemanly, rolled his eyes, well, he was indeed gloating.

Who let Fabrizio sleep soundly in bed after he finished speaking, with a carefree look, leaving him to turn over, oh, like a fish steak fried in a pan.

Last night, some interest should be charged. Carl looked at Fabrizio, who was still a little confused, and his eyes stayed on his rose-like lips. It was a bit regretful that he forgot to taste the deliciousness of this little mouth. taste.

"Drink some hot milk, boy, it will make you feel better." Cal ordered to Spicer, stepped forward and stretched out two fingers to rub Fabrizio's temples.

From his gaze, he could see that the pajamas on the boy's chest were in a mess, with two buttons undone, revealing his snow-white chest, and two spots of pink looming on his chest.

This damn boy tempted himself all the time.

"Mr. Fabrizio, this is hot milk, be careful not to scald your mouth." Spicer himself carried the tray with a glass on it, and the milky white milk was steaming: "Do you need to add some sugar?" ?”

"Thank you." Fabrizio bowed his body to express his thanks, a little surprised by Spicer's respectful attitude, you know, before last night, this servant of Carl looked at him calmly, but his attitude couldn't fault him. , but he swore he could see that this man had a problem with him, and casual contempt.

How did it change so much overnight?Unscientific!

After taking the cup, the sweet and warm milk slid down the throat, filling the hungry and dry stomach, and becoming more comfortable, even the headache improved a lot.

"Big boy, what do you want to eat? There are fresh baguettes, very crunchy, with a little hazelnut spread, or do you like chocolate sauce?" Carl was very patient, and the fried eggs and croissants were also good, plus A cup of hot milk tea and grapefruit juice.

He began to miss the beef rice noodles. Fabrizio blinked. For him, the expensive meals in the upper class cabin were similar to those in the third class cabin.

The tongue of the Forbidden City is very picky, and the Western food in this era is very simple, which cannot satisfy Fabrizio at all.Still, the desserts were good.

"It's all right." After drinking the milk, Fabrizio's lips were stained with a circle of white milk stains, and Carl wiped them off with a handkerchief.

"Carl, where are my clothes?" Fabrizio pulled his pajamas, he couldn't go back wearing such clothes.

"What color do you want? White? Or black." Carl walked to the closet, and the maid opened the closet, revealing the dazzling array of clothes inside.

"Black." Fabrizio nodded casually, and glanced at the morning light outside the window: "A shirt and pants are fine, it's very hot at this time."

Picking out a white shirt, I found a pair of suspenders for Fabrizio to change into. The maids surrounded him, buttoning the buttons for him, and smoothing out the wrinkles on the collar of the shirt and the trousers.

"Perfect match, very beautiful." Carl applauded and made a gesture of invitation, "Come on boy, let's have breakfast."

In the coffee shop in Carl’s private room, a rich breakfast is placed on the rattan dining table, and the blooming flowers in the crystal vase are still stained with water drops. Rose sitting there is more charming than the flowers, but with a rigid expression on her face Let her beauty be discounted.

"Good morning, Rose." Carl glanced at his fiancée casually, then turned his attention to the boy, and opened the chair for Fabrizio himself.

"Good morning, Carl, and Mr. Fabrizio." Rose's dark eyes were a little dark, and she looked up and down at Fabrizio with some kind of unknown gaze, especially when she saw the clothes on his body. When it was time, he showed a sarcastic smile.

Carl didn't think there was anything wrong with bringing the bread and jam on the table to Fabrizio.As for Fabrizio, after becoming a prince, he lived a life of luxury that can be described as a life of clothes and food, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with Karl being so close to him.

Seeing such a scene, Rose was deeply surprised, then thought of something, and showed a disgusted expression.It was incredible that a poor boy in a third-class cabin could coax Karl to be so considerate and considerate of him.

Jack actually has such a friend?Rose feels wronged by her sweetheart Jack, a male prostitute who sold himself out for money?It's disgusting.

Powerful means, when Karl interacted with him, he had never been so respectful and considerate.Thinking of being in the same room with such a dirty and dirty guy now, Rose felt that it was difficult for her to breathe.Picking up the coffee, he took a sip, and the strong taste finally made him feel a little better.

She found that, after only a few hours, she missed Jack very much.

"Rose, where did you go last night?" Rose has lost that status in Carl's heart, and he is no longer planning to accommodate her in any way. Before canceling the engagement, he hopes that Rose can keep her own place and don't do those things out of line. things.

"Don't you know?" Rose showed a provocative look, glanced at Fabrizio who was sitting aside in disgust, and looked at Carl stubbornly: "I am in the third-class cabin and made many friends. You followed I, I saw it."

"What to do and what not to do, you should understand, don't embarrass me." Carl was impatient to make Rose happy, maybe a little bit before, but unfortunately, now only Fabrizio can make him put down his figure to please Just one person.

Fabrizio sat on the sidelines and sipped his own breakfast. The husband and wife quarreled, and other people should not interfere. Moreover, Rose looked at her as if she saw a rat in a dirty sewer, with a disgusted expression. look.

Since she didn't want to see him, Fabrizio naturally wouldn't go over to make fun of himself.

"[I'm not the foreman in your factory, I'm at your orders, I'm your fiancee!]" Rose retorted unconvinced, this man curry favor with a third-class male prostitute, why should he discipline her like this?

"Just relying on the debts owed by the Bookett family, Rose, except for the title of fiancee, you are only used to repay the debt. I provide you mother and daughter with a luxurious life, not to make you resist me. This is just a Deal." Carl's cruel words pierced Rose's identity without hesitation, such words cut Rose's wounds like sharp arrows.A noble lady who is heavily in debt and only has the title of Bukett left.

A deal that can be interrupted at any time, he, Carl, is not indispensable to Rose.

There was a trace of contempt in the eyes of the maid who was standing by and waited on. This Miss Rose put on an aristocratic air all day long, and she was always reluctant to face Mr. Carl. pauper.

Rose was extremely embarrassed, her cheeks were flushed, she even felt burning pain, her eyes glistened with tears, she had never seen Carl like this, and when she was most capricious and had a temper, Carl would just laugh it off even if he was angry.

But now, Karl humiliated her like this!It is too much to compare her to the goods that pay off the debt.

Yes, her father had huge gambling debts, they were in a difficult situation, and without Carl to pay off the debts for them, she and her mother would be in a difficult life.

However, she doesn't love Karl, so why should she marry such a domineering and cold man who treats women as his own?

She traded her youth, her love, her freedom, isn't that enough?

Carl actually embarrassed her in front of this male prostitute. Rose trembled all over, holding her skirt tightly with both hands, trying to restrain herself to prevent tears from falling down. Her self-esteem was strongly insulted, and she was arrogant She couldn't accept it at all.

"Think about it yourself." Carl looked at Rose without the warmth and love of the past, but as if looking at a piece of goods, without the slightest emotion.

No need for Rose's answer, Carl knew that the mother and daughter would not have the slightest thought of resistance. He saw that Fabrizio had finished his breakfast and was wiping his mouth with a napkin, his expression softened.

"Excuse me." At this time, Carl resumed his gentlemanly demeanor, nodded to Rose, and left the coffee shop with Fabrizio.

Rose returned to the bedroom sadly, the stiff expression on her face quickly cracked, she threw herself on the bed, sobbing, the grievance and sadness that she tried her best to hide kept fermenting, stimulating her tear glands.

At this moment, she missed Jack even more. The ball last night was so wonderful, it was like Cinderella turned into a princess, and the romance was unbelievable.

Jack, I miss you, how about you?Want to meet me?As long as Rose thinks of Jack, a faint sweetness surges up, and such thoughts dilute her sadness.

Mrs. Bucket opened the door and came in. She could clearly feel the maid's contempt, she seemed not so attentive, she couldn't help frowning, and ordered the maid arrogantly: "Go out for a while."

Rose knew what her mother was going to say, and it was nothing more than a warning to cut off contact with Jack.

But, she didn't want to hear it at all!All she wants is to be with Jack!

She would never be happy without Jack!