[Zhongyingmei] She has a very bad temper in Kuaichuan

"Okay, at this critical moment, someone's life is about to change, Fabrizio?" The blond man looked at the man beside him. After coming out, the blond man was not disappointed because of this, but had a smile on the corner of his mouth. Although the smile was suppressed, he could still see a little excitement, "No?"

Although it was a question sentence, the others at the table breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the cards.

The blond man looked at the other person again, "Olaf?"

The opponent tossed out the cards in frustration, the blond man looked closely, and then concluded, "No."

Next is the last person.

"Sven?"

The opponent was not yet anxious, thinking that as long as the blond man's cards were not particularly good, he might still win.

After looking at the cards, the blond man pretended to be depressed, "Two pairs."

The blond-haired man turned to his friend and said, "Sorry, Fabrizio."

He lowered his head, looking a little depressed.

Fabrizio collapsed, "Sorry? I lost all my money!"

Seeing his friend so excited, the blond man continued, "Sorry, I have to say goodbye to your mother."

The corner of his mouth couldn't help but rise, "Because we're going to America."

Then he turned the cards over, and the blond man had already started cheering. His friend realized that he had won after a while. The previous gloom was swept away, and he picked up the ticket on the table and stood up excitedly.

"Go! I'm going home." Fabrizio hugged the blond man excitedly.

"I'm going to America!" Fabrizio said to the people around him, very happy.

An old man pointed to the wall clock on the wall and reminded rationally, "No, there are only 5 minutes left."

"Come on!"

The two quickly packed up their things and rushed all the way to the Titanic, but fortunately they boarded the ship smoothly.

After boarding the boat, the luggage was settled, and the blond man brought his friends to the bow of the boat. Looking at the sea so close, with the howling sea breeze, people couldn't help feeling awe of nature.

The blond man hung his entire body on the railing, looking at the deep blue sea, which was beautiful and vast.

Something gradually floated up in the sea, and the blond man observed it carefully, and found that it was a person.

The woman's jet-black long hair flowed in the water, and her complexion was porcelain white, not as pale as after death.

The blond man didn't have time to think too much, he hurriedly took off his coat and shoes, and jumped down.

His friend panicked and hurried to call for help.

And the blond man endured the biting cold of the sea water, and rowed towards the woman. The woman seemed to be still conscious, but she was very delicate, unable to use much strength. He held her body with one hand, and rowed with the other. , A staff member on the ship learned of the incident and immediately sent someone to help, and rescued the two people on board.

Only after being rescued on board did she see the woman's face clearly.

She was as magnificent as a Norse goddess in mythology. She had never seen such a beauty before. Her long jet-black hair was wetted by sea water and stuck to her skin. The contrast between black and white outlined an indescribable magnificence.

"God……"

"She's so beautiful."

"This must be a noble lady."

"My God, she must have accidentally fallen."

The people around were chirping and discussing, not everyone had seen such a beauty, so they were inevitably a little excited.

The blond man was a little dazed, and the beauty frowned, choking on several saliva before opening her eyes.

The eyes are also jet black, pure in color, revealing a hint of seduction.

Someone told her, "Miss, you fell into the sea and he saved you."

The blond man smiled at her, "Jack Dawson."

The beauty suddenly reached out and grabbed the hem of his clothes, looking a little scared, "Cecia."

He saved her, and she would trust or rely on him. This kind of thing is not difficult to understand, but it is easy to make people jealous. Why is it this man, this poor man who can give nothing to beauty.

So someone intervened, comforted the beauty, and asked patiently, "Miss, you have to tell us your room number or other information before we can send you back."

The beauty lowered her eyes, "I'm not on the boat, and I don't remember anything else."

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally the people above arranged an empty room for her. The beauty looked either rich or expensive, and the room she arranged was not bad.

As for the future, there must be a solution when we arrive in the United States. It is not convenient to find someone on the ship now.

It was Jack who sent her to the door of the room, and the beauty was a little uneasy, "Will you come to see me tomorrow?"

She was originally a rare beauty, and with such a fragile expression, anyone would feel distressed, not to mention, Jack, who was already amazed by her, put his hand on the door and looked at her seriously, "I will, Cecia, trust me."

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