[Zhongyingmei] Good men are to be robbed!

It was an afternoon a month later, and Conviraria was lying in the sun on a rocking chair in the garden.The flowers in the garden are all in bloom, white and red, butterflies are flying, and there is a faint fragrance of flowers in the air.

The wooden boards made a "squeak, creak" sound, and the sound of slightly heavy footsteps came from the side.Conviraria opened her eyes, and the sunlight made her squint reflexively. She raised her hand to block the sunlight, and the blurry figure became clear.Rhett was wearing a dark black overcoat, which was not buttoned up, revealing the tight white shirt inside. The tight muscles under the shirt were stretched tightly, and the lines were faintly visible.His dark eyes were full of spirit and wantonness, shining under the short trimmed mustache, and his lips were very sexy, revealing a row of ferocious white teeth with a slight grin.

Conviraria was in a trance for a moment, as if she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality. She stared at him step by step without any response.

"Baby, I'm back!" Rhett stood in front of Conviraria, as if announcing, he opened his arms, pulled Conviraria into his arms, and sat down on the rocking chair.He buried his head in her hair and neck, and took a deep breath, "Baby, I miss you to death!"

Conviraria reached out to touch his face tentatively, warmly, then stretched out another hand, pinching one side of the face with both hands, and pulled it out forcefully.

"Wow!" Rhett was interested in admiring Conviraria's stupid look at first, but when he didn't pay attention, he cried out in pain.He shook his head, freed his handsome face from the claws, and said angrily, "You wicked girl!"

"You're back!" Conviraria seemed to wake up from a dream, she put her arms around his neck, threw herself into his arms, and hugged him tightly.She buried herself in his arms, from whimpering to wanton crying.Rhett was so distressed to death, he put his arms around her, stroking her back regularly, the tenderness in his eyes could drown someone, "Don't be afraid, don't cry, I'm back, I'm back!"

"You almost died," Conviraria cried.

Rhett smiled: "No, baby, how can I give up on you, no one can be absolutely sure about my life and death, except God."

Rhett coaxed her for a while before Conviraria stopped crying. She had red eyes and a red nose, like a poor little rabbit.She lay on his strong chest, still unable to stop the twitching, while saying: "From now on, don't do such dangerous things, okay?"

"Of course." Rhett didn't even think about it, and agreed very simply.If someone had told him before that he would give up his adventures and his unrestrained life for the sake of a woman, he would not have believed it.But the first time he saw the little rabbit in his arms, he knew that he had met the woman who made him willing to be ordinary.He rubbed her head, and the smooth long hair suddenly became frizzy, but he didn't feel guilty at all, instead he stretched out his hand and rubbed it again.

Conviraria patted his hand angrily, and raked her fingers like a comb.

"Look at you crying, go wash your face, you will be a beautiful bride!" Rhett simply wiped her tears with a handkerchief, patted her little buttocks and teased.

Conviraria jumped up in shock, covered her little butt with her hands behind her back, and glared at the old rascal with a wicked smile: "Who wants to marry you!"

"Of course it's you. After touching, hugging and kissing, you still want to give up?" Rhett stood up, using his height to crush the little rabbit tightly.

Following Rhett's words, Convelaria's face was covered with crimson, and she stared at her round eyes, which were full of "how can a swollen be such a rascal". "It's obviously you...you forced it..." She was shy and annoyed, and wanted to refute loudly, but she was thin-skinned and embarrassed to speak out, and her hesitation made her look even more shy and cute.

Rhett hooked Convelaria's neck, kissed that sweet and tender face, his eyes sparkled, and he smiled rascally: "In short, I'm sure to marry you!"

Rhett thought I was a rascal, but Conviraria didn't know whether she was angry or ashamed, she took advantage of her petite body, stabbed, and ran back to the house "peddling".

Rhett leaned against the door, with his hands in his pockets, with a bit of recklessness, and his eyes were bound to win.

Regardless of Conviraria's awkwardness, Rhett started shopping for their wedding supplies the next day.Reiter has only one request, grand and extravagant!Perfumes imported from France, jewelry from Italy, wedding dresses from England, and oriental silks are all generous.

Convelaria just needs to be in the living room to choose supplies from the picture albums that are delivered one after another.For some items whose texture, touch, or unimaginable can’t be judged by the pictures alone, the shop owner will personally send the real objects for her to compare.

It can be said that this will be the most grand and luxurious wedding in Atlanta after the war.Of course, even before the war, it would not be too far behind.

"Show off your wealth in such a high-profile way as soon as you get out of prison, you won't be arrested again, right?" Conviraria worriedly asked without sincerity while choosing with great interest.

"Baby, don't worry, let those who are jealous be jealous!" Rhett sat on a single sofa next to Conviraria, leaning against the sofa, with his legs crossed, and a cigar in one hand , The posture is casual and unrestrained.

Because of her association with Melanie, Conviraria learned something about the attitudes of Atlanta's southern elite.She closed the album, held her face in her hands, and said to Rhett gloatingly: "You said, such a grand wedding, can't there be no guests?"

Rhett stretched out a finger to move away the chubby little face that he raised today, and said in a nonchalant tone: "Honey, that's your wedding too, don't make such an expression! I heard that you and those wives are getting along well." Yes, why not help your dear fiancé out of trouble?"

Conviraria puffed out her fleshy cheeks: "Isn't that because you are really guilty? But why don't you go to the north to hold a wedding? Don't you have friends there?" Conviraria didn't understand very much.

Rhett was silent for a rare moment, what should I say?Could it be that he actually still has the arrogance of the southern nobles and his disdain for the Yankees in his bones?Or is it that he is nostalgic for his hometown and wants to hold his marriage event in the familiar south?

"Hey, I heard that you are not from Atlanta, why do you want to hold a wedding here?" Those wives told a lot about Rhett's rumors and deeds, and Conviraria was very curious about it.

"I like this city." Rhett held back for a long time, but it was much easier to say a word.He pinched out his cigar, and with a sense of vicissitudes, he recalled: "I have been to many places and traveled all over the world, but this is the only place where I stay the most. It is for business reasons and because this city makes people feel peaceful."

"It's hard to understand how old people think!" Conviraria shook her head with her face in her hands, sighing.

Rhett's face was full of black lines, he endured it, he couldn't help but grabbed the little rabbit, he really didn't go to the house for three days.Putting the little rabbit into her arms and rubbing it fiercely, she couldn't stop laughing and begging for mercy loudly before she gave up.

After finally slowing down, Conviraria still didn't give up, she held her head up and added confidently: "In the first place, if you get married early, maybe your daughter is older than me! It's a pity... Hahaha... You stop... …Bullying!"

You must take care of this little bastard!Rhett was merciless, and the beard around his mouth was raised with anger. Maybe he should consider shaving it to look younger.

When Rhett stopped, Conviraria had laughed softly and collapsed in Rhett's arms.

"How old are you?" Rhett asked a little uncomfortable.

"15, I won't be 16 until the end of the year, and my birthday is in December." Conviraria panted with her mouth open, "What about you? 12?"

I'm going to shave off my beard tonight!Rhett made up his mind and gave her an annoyed look: "33 years old, my skin is badly tanned!" He deliberately emphasized.

Conviraria pursed her lips and smiled. She stretched out her hand and pulled Rhett's mustache, smiling very happily: "That's an old man!" Seeing that someone was about to jump again, she quickly added, " I don't despise you!"

The corner of the mouth of the smooth-haired Reiter couldn't help but curled up. He was a little proud, but he didn't show it, and said solemnly: "You know, a man like me is a golden bachelor, rich, powerful, and experienced. !"

Conviraria couldn't help covering her mouth and sniggering again, and under Rhett's threatening eyes, she pursed her lips to hold back.But those smiling eyes made Rhett want to pounce on him and take a bite!

"Our wedding will be in the spring of next year, and we have more than half a year to prepare! It just so happens that you have also celebrated your birthday. It's not too young, and it's time to get married." Reiter continued to analyze seriously.

"Aren't you 34 then?" Conviraria couldn't help but spit again.

Rhett picked up Conviraria and got up to go upstairs.

"Where are you taking me?" Conviraria hugged Rhett's neck in fright after being picked up suddenly.

"Little rabbit, I think I should have an 'in-depth' exchange with you about the old man." Rhett smiled sinisterly, and his white teeth gleamed coldly, which was extremely ferocious.He decided not to engage in unnecessary verbal disputes with this choking little rabbit, but to use actions to prove to him that he is not old.Anyway, after getting engaged in the UK, unmarried couples can have the same room, can't they?He was too polite to the little guy before!

Poor Conviraria is still complacent, unaware that her provocation has caused Mr. Captain to eat her in advance.