[Comprehensive Classics] Traveled all over Europe to demolish CP

Chapter52 finally found the lost half,

Sometimes, no matter how unreliable being a woman is, the role of being a mother is still reliable.

After a lot of effort, Rufu finally canceled the engagement, and also appease the reincarnation of Angry Bird and the possessed of the Roaring Emperor, Carl, with good service and high added value.

The tall, rich and handsome guy who was abandoned for no reason didn't even go straight to Rose's room, and turned into the male protagonist of Qiong Yao to question his ex-fiancee's unreasonable troubles and ruthlessness.So much so that Rose has a further in-depth understanding of her mother's level of house fighting.

Although Rufu failed to marry a daughter, at least he got what he wanted, and he no longer seized every opportunity to chatter. Karl was hit hard, and his lofty and incomparable self-esteem was destroyed in all directions. He made up his mind and prepared to gather his strength to make a comeback, but now There is no mood to launch an offensive again.

A small half of the setting sun sank into the sea, and the rose color in the sea turned into pure gold and violet. All kinds of subtle and indescribable colors that can only be called out on the palette change with light and shadow, just like Monet's oil paintings.The white railings are covered with a layer of light red, as if the whole boat has been repainted, giving people a strange dreamy feeling.

At this moment, Rose's state of mind is truly relaxed and free, just like the gorgeous glow on the deck that is gradually fading away.

"Hi, Jack, so you're here too?" She was wearing a long dark blue dress with the front open, with a light white inside, and a wide dark red belt that outlined a pear-shaped figure. Her face was delicate and beautiful, Mature, but the whole person exudes a comfort and coziness that does not match the appearance.

"You're here too, Rose." He said tacitly.

Jack put on a white shirt that was deformed by washing, not quite straight but clean and fresh, and khaki corduroy overalls wrapped his beautiful hips and shoulders.His brilliant blond hair was combed back flat, revealing a perfect forehead in both height and height - only a truly handsome person can control the hairstyle that reveals the forehead - the smooth and thick blond hair forms a peach blossom tip on the top of the forehead, giving the boy America The sunny appearance of the style adds a sense of elegance and childishness.

In one's life, you will meet many people, you will meet many people who like you, you will meet many people who love you, and you will have a good impression and even love for many people.

When those passers-by in your life come and go in a hurry, there is finally one person who can let you give up the rest of your life.He is definitely not the most beautiful one, nor is he the richest one, and he may not be the one who loves you the most. You may even meet someone who is better and more suitable than him in your future life...

But at a certain moment, a certain look, a certain movement... You don't need to think too much, and you don't need to carefully weigh the pros and cons on the balance of your heart... You make a choice: it is him.

As Zhang Ailing said, when you meet the person you want to meet among thousands of people, in the thousands of years, in the endless wilderness of time, you are neither a step too early nor a step too late, just happen to catch up with you. There is nothing else to say, only to ask softly: "Oh, are you here too?"

Rose met many people, hurt many people, missed many people, and passed by many people who could have spent a happy life together out of awkward persistence and stubborn obsession in her life. .

When the person who resonated with the trembling frequency of her soul reappeared, she could no longer be hypocritical, and she could no longer miss it.

She is no longer attached to the experiences of so many lives, she is none other than Rose Bukett, looking ahead, there are infinitely rich possibilities in the future and an infinitely broad life.

It's you, Jack.

The four eyes are facing each other, and the hearts are connected.

Four equally soft, eager, clumsy lips pressed together.

Their lips were soft and hot, and the tongues that were inserted into each other's mouths were eager and clumsy... palate, gums, teeth, every corner was inspected, every piece of softness was probed.Bursts of electricity mixed with flames rose from the neck, as if something was wriggling... She had to hug Jack tightly, and then was hugged even harder...

Rose knew that the sweet and sunny face, the smooth and powerful arms, the vitality, optimism and love for life all belonged to her from now on.

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"Is there enough light here?" Rose invited Jack into her room, she giggled, a faint blush came to her cheeks, and the shyness of a young childish girl returned to her face.

You can't help yourself, and you don't have to.

"It sucks!" Jack complained. "Of course I'm talking about light."

"Don't you like such a heavy and luxurious style?"

"As an artist, although I try to avoid prejudice, I have to admit that I still appreciate freshness and clarity." Jack looked at Rose's first-class cabin with interest, "decorate the cabin like real estate, White Star Company's taste . . . it's amazing. Wow, Monet!"

Like a nimble little beast, he threw himself in front of Monet's "Water Lilies".The flowing and changing colors and light made Jack ecstatic.

Rose stood aside with a smile, occasionally expressing her views on painting.

When he finally got rid of the magic of art for a while and looked up, he found Rose leaning against the fireplace, fiddling with the gold and red vases and the clock on the fireplace.

The roses in the vase are changed every day, but the Rose in his eyes is more beautiful than the roses.

"I want you to draw me a picture, Jack." Rose looked down at her crimson sash.

"No problem, my eldest lady, your artist will do everything for you." Jack opened the folder with full force.

"Draw me with the sofa."

"As ordered."

"Only with the sofa."

The belt was gently untied by Rose.

The big sky blue eyes doubled in size in an instant, his lovely nose wings bulged, and his breathing stopped.

"Don't think about it, great painter, I just want you to help me draw a sketch of a human body." Her pink-orange mouth was tilted up triumphantly, and her big light green eyes slanted and gently looked at him. Drunk, "Just like your Parisian girl."

Just like a girl who has just stepped into the confession to take artistic photos, Rose made up her mind to leave a souvenir of her youth.Even if she wasn't dressed as Rose, even if she was just any irrelevant person, she would have made the same choice.

When the long skirt fell to the feet, and the copper-like curly hair was scattered on the shoulders, Rose turned around and said with a smile: "Help me untie the straps of the tights, the great painter Jack."

"Oh... oh!" He was stunned for a long time, and finally leaned forward helplessly. Through the tights, Rose could feel the trembling of his hands.

Jack's bewildered and innocent appearance gave Rose a feeling of "an old cow eats young grass". She turned her head slightly, and said with a half-smile, "Aren't you experienced, Jack?"

"And... I have no experience in undressing." As Rose turned her head, a few strands of red hair floated up, rubbing his nose itchy, and his heart gradually became itchy, "This step...girls usually don't need it." Painter to finish."

"So, do I have to tip you extra, Jack?" She continued to tease lazily and smilingly.

"That depends on whether you need other services."

...Why did you get anti-molested so quickly?Jack is learning too fast!

Rose was not reconciled to failure, and continued to tease her: "If I accept other services, how much tip should I pay you?"

"I don't have a precedent for your reference, Rose." His breath came close and then suddenly away, "The belt is untied."

Jack's words made her cheeks burn, and it took a while before Rose took off her tights and went to lie down on the sofa.

"Don't lie down in a hurry, Rose, we need to move the sofa to the most suitable position." He deliberately didn't look at her, and tidied the cushions as if avoiding, "Okay." He lowered his head and sharpened the charcoal pencil, still I didn't dare to look at Rose.

"Don't laugh at me for being fat, Jack, do you hear me?" There was a hint of coquettishness in her voice, and then Rose was shocked by her own coquettishness.

It seems that he is really in love.

Jack raised his eyelids cautiously, his breath cut off.

In front of her eyes was a plump, curvy, beautiful body full of feminine features.The soft waist, round belly and raised buttocks are the symbols of life, and a pair of white and bright red on the chest is enough to satisfy all the fantasies of men.The sensual and well-proportioned calf, the straight and strong thigh, without a single gap between the two legs, stretched straight to a piece of copper-colored Garden of Eden...

But such a body full of sexual charm does not cause the slightest evil thoughts...Careless, leisurely, happy and at ease, like lights enveloped her, radiating from the inside out, she seemed to be taking a nap by the stream The forest fairy, like a Greek goddess living in the world...

Jack stared at her stupidly for a long time, then said blankly, "I'm about to kneel down, Rose, you are by no means an ordinary person in the world, but a goddess of innocence..."

"When the goddess comes to the world, she is no different from ordinary people, otherwise she is not worthy of being called a god." Rose straightened her long copper-colored hair, letting it spread out more elegantly and freely.

"Your hair is the most perfect decoration I've ever seen, Rose." Jack quickly entered the state of painting, he measured it with his thumb and index finger, breathed steadily, and directed with concentration and seriousness, "Head down A little, look me in the eye, relax, smile... good girl."

From time to time he tossed his head to push back the irritating strands of hair on his forehead.This action is done, both sexy and childish.His brows are sometimes furrowed and sometimes opened, his pink and soft lips are pursed, his hands move quickly...

He used the girl on the sofa as a model to create art on sketch paper.For Rose, she was also tracing the outline of Jack, engraving his every move, every line of him in her heart.

Outside the window, on the malachite-like sky with uneven shades, gray-black and shiny cotton-wool clouds are entangled. Below the feet, the Titanic sails across the calm and waveless sea, like a mirror being cut open.

The sky is mixed with uneven grayscale and dark green.The watery wind from the Atlantic blows in through the porthole.

He made the final smudge on the shadow with his fingers, signed the date and JD smartly, and took another breath, Jack closed the folder triumphantly, and handed it to Rose who put on the bathrobe in a fawning manner.

The dark blue, slightly transparent bathrobe fits loosely on her undulating body, and the belt around her waist is also loose. You can guess the outline of the body through the movement of the fabric.

"Thank you." Rose bowed her head and kissed him, the strap hanging down his hand.

Jack sucked her lips and tongue, refusing to let her go.

The material of his shirt is not soft. Her round arms, her full breasts, and her curvaceous belly rubbed against the completely different fabrics and the sour buttons, creating a crackling electric current between the two of them. and sparks.

Jack's kind blue eyes were close at hand, as if looking into the very high, deep blue sky.

Rose seemed to be hanging on him, constantly changing her posture, trying to stick a little tighter.Jack's arms were tense, as if trying to embed her in his body.

In the intimate physical contact, they seem to have touched each other's souls.

The author has something to say: Thanks to those who threw landmines for being my cute little creatures~