[Zhongyingmei] Candy for you, life to me

Chapter 58 Candy Belongs to You 58

three days later.

Angie finished the performance that night, just like she was still at the Paris Opera House, when she walked off the stage, she quietly mixed into the crowd and walked into the lounge, avoiding everyone's favor and eyes , changed clothes, and left the theater.

It was still Professor James Moriarty who sent her back.

Even as far away as Warsaw, where he lived as "Godfrey Norton's lawyer," the professor still had a lot to do.Angie is not interested in how he controls the shadow of the whole of Europe, she is also happy to be a vase to accompany the master behind the scenes-beautiful, well-behaved, after he is busy with his own affairs, like every gentleman will As you did, greet her in person and escort her back to the apartment.

"Coat?"

"I'll just do it myself."

Stepping into her apartment, Professor Moriarty politely declined Angie's intimacy. He unbuttoned his coat and hung it on the coat rack in the porch.

"OK then."

An Qi smiled shallowly, not embarrassed by the refusal.

She turned around and shook off the shoes under her feet. Once she walked into her world, An Qi seemed much more relaxed.She didn't even bother to change the slippers at home, she stepped straight on the carpet, her smooth and slender ankles and toes were just so bare|exposed.

"I really want to have a cup of hot milk." Angie turned around in the living room, and fell directly into the sofa, without any ladylike image, "Please sit down, professor. Do you want coffee or tea?"

The professor couldn't help but shook his head: "I think it's time to share red wine and tenderness, my dear An Qi."

"But I have no wine here."

Of course she doesn't have it here. How can a young single woman prepare wine at home at a young age and new to Warsaw?Angie's apartment is exactly the same as hers in Paris: clean, tidy, warmly furnished, and almost impossible to fault.

Just like Angie herself.

With exquisite appearance and decent manners, he treats others with gentleness and politeness no matter men, women or children.It’s no wonder that so many men are flocking to her. Angie almost puts the image of “beautiful, pure, angelic girl” on her body as a label—even her apartment is just a part of the label.

However, this is specific to the image of the toes.

The professor walked to the sofa and sat opposite An Qi.The young girl was lying on the sofa, her dress was spread out, and her bare|exposed calves were shaking, but Moriarty turned a blind eye to it.He nodded expressionlessly, ignored Angie's sexual|suggestive gestures, and went straight to the point: "Next Sunday, I need to go back to London."

Angie paused.

"Back to London?"

As an Englishman who grew up in an orphanage in Paris, when mentioning her hometown, the surprise on Angie's face was greater than nostalgia.She was more concerned about the professor's itinerary than London: "Aren't you going to stay in Warsaw, professor?"

Moriarty smiled.

Yes, it is estimated that the professor is also a busy man.He has been in Warsaw for a long time, and perhaps there is something urgent in London that requires him to go back.

"I got the news, Angie," Moriarty said, "although I don't know how you got the news, but your guess is correct. Prince Williams of the Kingdom of Bohemia is indeed getting married Yes, his father has found a suitable noble lady for him, and wants him to return to the kingdom to get married in the near future."

Ah, then it was only natural that he should return to London.

An Qi nodded: "This is really great, I can also complete my task as soon as possible."

Moriarty: "So, after completing the mission, what are your plans?"

Are you going to?

Angie's green eyes flashed, and she casually touched the ends of her hair: "I haven't figured it out yet, is there any spare space on the carriage you are driving back to London, Professor? I think I can go to my hometown to see Look, after all, my parents left a surname for me, maybe I can find some relatives."

"Then you don't want to go back to Paris."

"I don't think so, at least not now, at least after people in Paris completely forget about perfume killers and music angels."

The professor tilted his head slightly.

A trace of thought flashed across his dignified face, he was silent for a moment, and then he said, "Let me make a bold assumption, An Qi, you did all this for your... savior, right?"

At that moment, Angie's expression changed subtly.

At that moment, the image of the "angel" finally showed several undetectable cracks.

It's these flickers that fade away that James Moriarty wanted.Her reaction was quick, and An Qi returned to her usual posture almost in the next moment. The red-haired young woman just smiled, and then responded naturally: "I really can't hide anything from you, professor, what are you doing?" Guess what?"

"Because you rarely told your past."

It seems that for Angie, the days in Paris never existed.She fell in love with Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, but the beautiful lady never batted an eye when he died; Qi said she wanted to leave, and soon followed the prince of the Kingdom of Bohemia to Warsaw.

Inquiring about the life experience of an orphan girl is just a piece of cake for Moriarty. He knows where Angie grew up and what she has experienced. No real, living, nostalgic memory ever appeared on his face.

"That's why I decided that the only memory that moves you is the most important memory."

This is indeed the case.

Angie had to admit it.

She can't help it, and once she thinks of that blurred fragment, she will inevitably feel sad.In Washington, it had been fine with a young, enthusiastic Spider-Man, but now she was sitting in front of James Moriarty, who didn't trust her, who was always testing her.

Still, there's nothing to deny.

"Yes."

Angie sighed.

"To a certain extent, I am indeed for my savior."

"Somehow?"

There was a somewhat blank emotion on her face.

"Because I don't remember him," Angie whispered, "what he looked like, who he was, or even what he did for me. It made me wonder if he really existed, it was me I can't even tell my conjecture."

Angie never had him in her nightmares.

There was no trace of a "benefactor" on her list.

This vague memory, and her nightmares, are the only things Angie can bring and take away from world to world.There must be a connection between them, so the professor is right. After such endless reincarnation, she may be able to end her nightmare, and she may be able to retrieve her memory.

The professor is silent.

It was a long time before he said, "Maybe your benefactor lives in London."

An Qi smiled indifferently, and didn't take this to heart: "I hope so too, then—"

——Suddenly a violent and heavy knock on the door interrupted the conversation between the two.

An Qi was startled, a look of surprise flashed across her pale face.Moriarty looked at her, and before she could speak, the latter shook her head and lowered her voice: "I'm not dating anyone, unless..."

She didn't finish speaking, because a voice that both An Qi and the professor were very familiar with sounded outside the door.

"An Qi? It's me, open the door."

The majestic crown prince of the Kingdom of Bohemia, Prince Williams who had an affair with Angie at the theater that day.

Now, An Qi's expression was more than just surprise.

She stood up from the edge of the sofa like a spring, looked at the door, and then at Professor Moriarty sitting opposite.Now she is the prince's secret lover, so in the middle of the night, let him find out that she is sharing a room with a strange man, is that okay?

"William?"

She was surprised, but An Qi didn't show it.She walked to the door and said softly, "It's so late, what happened? Wait a minute, I'll get dressed. "

The prince outside the door laughed softly: "Since it's me, what clothes should I wear?"

he's drunk.

Angie could hear the hint of drunkenness in his tone, and the prince of Bohemia was a gentleman, even in private, he respected Angie's wishes very much, and he never said such a thing.Angie ignored him, but turned to look at Moriarty.

Until then, Professor James Moriarty stood up unhurriedly. His restrained face was full of interest and curiosity, as if he was looking forward to how Angie would handle the next scene.

"Please go to the study."

She ran to the professor and parted her high coiled red hair.The gorgeous hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall, and An Qi rubbed it deliberately, making a look of resting.

The professor lowered his head: "Just because he's drunk doesn't mean he's unconscious."

Angie: "I know, so I have to implement my plan in advance, please go to the study, professor."

Seeing him not moving, An Qi had to repeat her words again.

"I have a way of dealing with him."

Fortunately, the professor just sat on the sofa without any other unnecessary actions.After watching him enter the study room and close the door, An Qi quickly scanned the living room, and after confirming that there were no traces of other men, she opened the door.

A smell of alcohol came to his face.

Before An Qi could react, she was pulled into a broad and powerful chest.The strong smell of alcohol filled An Qi's lungs in an instant, and she could hardly breathe.They had to struggle in vain, and finally Prince Williams took the initiative to pull a little distance away.

"William, what's wrong?"

She reached out and cupped the prince's cheeks. He did drink a lot, but he was still sane.Apart from the slightly drunken look on the man's face, there was also a hint of sadness and pain.

The prince caressed An Qi's palm.

He closed his eyes and said after a long time, "I'm getting engaged, Angie."

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