The days of eating soft rice in London

Louis folded the handkerchief and put it back in his coat pocket.

In the darkness, only Oscar could feel his blushing hot at this moment.In his drunkenness, he snatched the wet handkerchief from Mr. Lewis's hand arbitrarily, and threw it on the ground.

The gentleman's ambiguous smile was still on his face.Louis leaned forward slightly and picked up the handkerchief, and this posture happened to be able to smell the aroma of wine left behind Oscar's ear when he knocked over the glass just now.

That unique aroma belongs only to Italy in the world.Of course, Oscar's scent will only belong to him.

The aroma of white wine mixed with the aroma of shampoo in Oscar's hair presents a simple yet complex scent.

It has no thick sweetness, no tangy alcohol smell, only refreshing fruity aroma, a touch of temperature, faint wine power, and calm plunder.

This feeling repeatedly intertwined at the tip of his nose, which was enough to frighten his heart.

Louis suddenly said quietly: "If I invite you to dance instead."

"I will definitely pick cornflowers for you."

The blue of the cornflower is like Oscar's lake-like eyes, and Oscar's personality is also like this "little flower in the field", with a slender body always growing towards the light of life, gentle and lovely, serious and reserved.

"Cornflower?" Oscar muttered to himself, he couldn't understand Mr. Louis' meaning at all, but his chaotic consciousness no longer allowed him to think any more.

The position surrounded by Mr. Louis is very comfortable, which makes Oscar even more unable to resist the bursts of drunkenness.

He maintained the posture of being buried in the neck of the gentleman, with his forehead resting on Louis' chin, and soon fell asleep.

In the dim light, Louis silently followed the outline of his profile slowly with his gaze.

The most suitable soil, the most beautiful weather, and the clearest water must be exhausted to produce such an Oscar.

Oscar has always been upright. He doesn't mind the gap between nobles and commoners, and he doesn't bother to have other plans for himself, let alone cling to high branches and put on an ugly face to embarrass himself.

See, Oscar is a light in his impenetrable dark world, something different.

His innocent and lovely Oscar, but contradictoryly, is so sexy and hateful.

He looked at him repeatedly,

Looked and looked, looked and looked.

He is still obsessed with him, there is no way.

It's as clear and clear as knowing that doing so will definitely violate the law and the consequences will undoubtedly be death.

"Let's go." The gentleman said to Oscar who was asleep.

He called the waiter and ordered something softly.After saying goodbye to old Mr. Wharton briefly, Louis returned to the residence with Oscar.

So now, the drunken Irishman can only lie back on the big bed, and return to the gentle country of a gentleman.

Louis' promise during the day to allow Oscar to leave is also about to fall short, which is exactly what he wants.

The gentleman was obviously in a better mood. He took off Oscar's shirt first, checked the recovery status of the wound on his back, and then put the black tulip in the bottle.

In just a few hours, the flower on that branch showed signs of withering, and the edges of the petals rolled inward, facing a desperate situation of gradually withering.

Luis stroked the curled edges of the flowers with his fingertips, turning them gently one by one.

Melancholy love?

never.

After changing hands, he threw it on the ground again, and immediately attached the polished leather shoes, and stepped on it.

The door of the living room was knocked, and Louis opened the door, only to see the waiter from the ball just now appeared at the door, and there were two people of very different sizes standing in the snow not far away.

Louis tipped the waiter, who thanked him and left quickly.

The two men behind walked to the door, and their faces were gradually reflected by the warm light in the living room——

It was Sauron and Winston.

Winston was the first to say hello with a smile. He hooked Louis's neck familiarly, lifted his snow-stained feet and walked into the living room.

A series of wet footprints were completely printed on the marble floor. "Hey, Louis, I knew you were such a nice guy!" He waggled a finger, with the look on his face that I expected everything.

"Well, even if our previous business deal is concluded, we can do it according to your idea! To be honest, I appreciate your plan, but I was too busy for a while."

"In order to express my gratitude, Sauron and I invite you to have a good time with the high-ranking prostitutes in the palace for a few days, how about it?"

Louis smiled, sidestepping his vulgar neck-hook gesture. "Hehe, thank you for your kind invitation, but in the next few days, we'd better hurry up and discuss the contract issue."

"Because I'm going back to Sheffield in a few days." Louis' expression darkened.

"Hahaha, that's it. No wonder you are always overly serious. Take it easy." After speaking, Winston patted Louis' chest with that stubby hand.

Sauron, who was silent on the side, suddenly called out the gentleman's name: "Mr. Louis Morris."

There was no ups and downs of emotion in the voice.

Louis looked at each other.

"Thank you for your words of help. If it weren't for your crucial sentence, I don't think old man Wharton would let me go so quickly."

"Please sit down first," Louis asked the two to sit down, and then said: "But it has nothing to do with me directly. I think you should be most grateful to those noisy ladies who told Mr. Wharton about it. Everything bad about Camille."

At that time, he just said something like "mortals should not be judged by their peers, and God will arrange the doomsday judgment" during the stalemate, and Old Wharton easily let Sauron go.

Because Louis knew that Mr. Wharton was a devout Christian.

And the reason why he speaks for Sauron is only because of the huge commercial value that Winston has established in India.

"But I hope you can clarify why you did this." The gentleman paused, frowning, with a hint of disgust, "After all, Camille is my cousin no matter what. .”

"My father and I rushed to London to attend the earl's ball, not that old man Wharton's." Sauron's expression was cold, and bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes. "But when I first came here, I heard that Camille is a vile bitch. No matter what kind of prom it is, she will show up and seduce men, even if it is a commercial prom where she has never received an invitation letter."

"I will not give up any chance to kill her." Sauron's tone began to tremble violently.

The gentleman nodded, motioning for him to continue.

"Sure enough, I met her again! Her eyes are still so crooked, and her behavior is still so slutty, just like when she was a child, so that I will never recognize her by mistake."

"Do you remember the fire at London Public School? Just nine years ago, many noble children died in that fire?"

"I remember." It was impossible for Louis not to know, he was just preparing to go abroad for a study tour.The fire was a major accident that he saw when he was studying in Austria. It was published in the news and made headlines. It was a major accident that shocked the whole of Britain, and thus aroused the attention of upper education in Europe.

Sauron's eyeballs protruded from his sockets, and he almost roared: "She caused the fire! It almost burned me to death!"

Louis tapped his index finger on the sofa, his eyes slightly wide open, thoughtful.

Who would have thought that his cousin, who was only annoying, would be too destructive?

"But Mr. Louis, you don't know how ridiculous the cause of the whole accident is. An accident that killed more than a dozen people was just because she was jealous that the Viscount's daughter wore a dress that was more expensive than her."

"I saw her sprinkle salt and oil in that girl's changing wardrobe, and she saw me too, because I was the only one who secretly changed every day after school in the empty girls' changing room. She saw I was taken aback, so I easily lit the fire, and even wanted to burn me to death who broke her vicious mind!"

"She locked me in the changing room and didn't allow me to run out. I was directly pressed to the ground by the broken wooden cabinet. I kept begging her for help, but she stood outside the door and shouted through the door panel. , said let me play a manly man, because I am the famous pervert in school who likes women's clothes!"

"I dragged my legs out from under the closet, and opened the skylight when the fingers of both hands were bleeding, and she, who was watching all this, didn't expect the fire to be so big, she turned her head and screamed I ran away, leaving me alone to call for help. I desperately called for help, but my leg was injured and I could only crawl.”

"Fortunately, I managed to crawl out in the end, otherwise I might have died by now, or had my lower body amputated, and lived like a bug! But the students from the middle-class families who boarded, and a few noble children all died , you know! They were all burned to death in the bathroom! I went to the scene later, and they were like a chicken that was burned black and charred, with weird cracked lines on the black slimy skin, The meat inside is overcooked!" Winston patted Sauron on the shoulder comfortingly, but nothing could quell the anger that had accumulated in his heart for many years.

"In the past nine years, I have been thinking about revenge all the time, thinking of her mocking 'play your manhood', I often wake up to the fire in my dream, but every time I wake up, I tell myself that one day I want her legs to be brutally amputated! Let her feel the pain of being abandoned by her compatriots!"

After Sauron finished speaking, his face was pale, his body heaved violently, and his eyes were suddenly attracted by the people on the stairs.

Louis looked back and found that Oscar had been standing there for some time.