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This is probably the most Candice has eaten in months. She ate all the roast beef that Tom put on the plate, but the reason is not the busy fiancé Tom Hidler who pours sauce for her from time to time. Stone, but because she was sitting in her lap was a little blonde girl who didn’t like dinner very much. In order to make Cindy eat more, Candice had to set an example. Tom secretly felt that this was a good way to do it. , hoping that it will be implemented permanently someday in the near future.

When the dinner was over and they were about to leave, Cindy still hugged Candice's neck and refused to let go. Sarah tried to tempt her with her favorite chocolate but failed. Candice kissed the little girl's fair face, " Can I wait for Cindy to grow up?"

"Then we're going to get married." The picture of the two-year-old girl saying married made people laugh, but Candice nodded seriously, "I will remember this agreement, can I go back to my mother's arms now?"

Cindy got the promise and negotiated a lot. She jumped into Sarah's arms, poked her finger and smiled sweetly at Candice, "Barbie, I will be more beautiful than Uncle Tom when I grow up."

The British man who was described as beautiful touched his forehead, hoping that he would not be robbed of his lover by a little girl in ten years. Sarah couldn't help but bid farewell to them and planned to take Cindy into the villa as soon as possible. Her poor brother was about to bear it Unable to stop, Tom looked at Miss Cindy who was still reluctantly waving before closing the door, and silently accepted that his love rivals probably included all genders from the age of two to 50.

Candice was the driver for the return trip, partly because Mr Hiddleston had a few glasses of champagne, while Candice, having focused all her attention on little Cindy during dinner, had only a few glasses of champagne. After a few mouthfuls of creamy soup, Tom, whose driving style tends to be calm, felt the feeling of speed for the first time. The British man must say that his fiancée’s driving skills are enough to seek a job as a stunt driver in Hollywood, "Darling, it is rumored that you have participated in Underground racing crashing a Ferrari?"

On the open road, Candice skillfully slowed down and downshifted before entering the corner, let go of the accelerator and turned the steering wheel slightly, "That's not true." As she entered the corner, she slammed on the accelerator, Germany The driving wheels of the car couldn't catch the ground due to the sudden increase in horsepower, and the rear of the car threw out a very amazing arc. Her eyes showed a trace of satisfaction, and she smoothly exited the corner to complete a power drift. Well, these tricks Has won her many hearts, but the beauty in the car just wants to lament for herself at this time. This girl's high-spirited charm can win anyone's love.

Candice was driving at a normal speed, bored, "I did participate in underground racing, but that crashed Ferrari was my competitor," she blinked slyly, "Those who spread wrong information should pay for my reputation Loss, love, no matter what time, of course I am the one who wins."

Tom once again realizes that his fiancée is a California elite heir who is completely different from him. She is bright, ambitious, and always has an attractive personality, while he is a typical British reserved and reserved. For him, there is an extreme allure, such an unruly charm that he cannot resist.

Candice was sure that she did not drive in the wrong block. She parked the car in the garage and pursed her lips to look at the overly hot gaze of the British man. "Love?"

Tom showed a meaningful smile, and maybe only a few seconds later he opened the car door for her, "Candy, you seem to like little girls very much."

Of course Candice heard his implication, but her answer might not be what the other party wanted to hear, "Not now."

Tom's eyes became less bright, and Candice explained helplessly, "I'm going to start filming "Carol" next month, do you want me to be bought by the Weinstein Brothers to *murder* murder*? At least after the filming of this film is over."

"Candy," Tom looked at her in surprise, oh, irresistible puppyeyes, "I don't know how to express my luck, you are the last rose in my barren land—"

Candice tapped his lips with her fingers, "Love, do you know the difference between the British and the Americans? For example, the British will sing Neruda affectionately at this time, while the Americans will only say—" She moved The soulful green eyes are fascinating, "You are so handsome, I just want to sleep with you."

And the answer she got?The moment she entered the villa and closed the door, her shirt had been torn apart and was still on the ground. At this moment, any language seemed pale, and everything in the world seemed to be left with the eager kiss and caress of the British man. His slender fingers moved along The girl's graceful curves slid down, and in the next second, she was slightly lifted up until they were lying on the soft big bed that belonged to him, or it should be said that Candice was lying on the bed, because someone had a relationship with the bed. There is also a her in between.

"Candy, occupying every moment of yours is far more joyful to me than conquering the world."

……

The weather in London in August is sunny and comfortable, and it is probably one of the months with the least rain in the whole year. But Candice is not in a good mood at this time, because she realized that she forgot to bring spare clothes after finishing her grooming, and her shirt from yesterday was very dirty. Miserably unbuttoned yet again, she certainly couldn't be touring London in just a pair of jeans.

Tom looked at her pitifully, "Darling, you took the initiative to seduce last night—"

Candice suppressed her anger and laughed dryly, "Are all the British so insincere?"

"Americans always like to set fires around and be irresponsible."

Tom was about to call his assistant or go to Regent Street to buy her a dress to apologize when he heard the girl's voice, "Give me one of your white shirts."

Tom obediently found a white shirt in the closet. In fact, he obviously had a brand new one, but deliberately picked out one he had worn for her. Hiddleston himself could not explain this inexplicable possession want.

He originally thought that girls would tuck the wide shirt hem into their jeans, which is a hot trend nowadays, and Candice is also very good at this style, but the girl turned the white shirt on her body backwards, and then turned to him Body, the whole attractive back appeared in front of his eyes, "tie the hem in a knot."

Tom endured so much that he didn't imprint his hot kiss on her bare back. After he finished tying it up, he wanted to button up all the shirt buttons, but the girl refused, "Just button the bottom one, and don't worry about the rest." She turned to look at him, "Isn't this beautiful?"

Tom looked at her white and seductive back with a deep expression, "I'm going to Regent Street to buy clothes for you now."

"No, I think this is very beautiful. Didn't we say we were going to visit London? Get ready to go out." She smiled beautifully. "If you tear my clothes again, I will go out like this every day."

Tom: "..."

London's customary fog adds an unreal beauty to its scenery. It is already afternoon, and a pair of lovers in a classical restaurant on Piccadilly Avenue are drinking the most authentic English afternoon tea. Tom and Candice, with the aroma of English scones, Tom poured some honey from Regent's Park on her, "Candice, this is the best combination."

"Wa-oh, that's great," she winked. "I think people might have a misconception about British food."

Tom raised his eyebrows, "You think you mean the French say that British food is very famous, as long as people don't starve to death."

"That's not what I said. The United States has no position on food." Candice blinked at him. Outside the window was a traditional classical British building, and in front of him was the girl he loved. Tom smiled and was with her. Every second will become a moving picture that he will remember for a lifetime.

Tom seemed to want to show her everything he thought was the best in London. At dusk, they came to Southbank for a walk, which was the most beautiful section of the Thames, away from the tourist crowds of Tower Bridge and London Eye. The Thames River is dyed with bright colors at dusk, and Candice can see world-famous high bridges such as Tower Bridge and Waterloo Bridge across the top, as if she was in ancient London a hundred years ago, elegant and gorgeous. People are amazed, but all this is not as good as the British man beside her.

Tom put his arm around her waist and looked at her, "Do you remember our agreement?"

Candice couldn't help the sweet love that was pouring in her heart, she cleared her throat, "Afternoon tea in Piccadilly and honey in Regent's Park has been realized, but there are still brilliant buildings, operas, and Shakespeare that you promised. Sir, you can't wish on a girl in vain."

Tom showed a regretful expression, "I seem to have continued the date directly to the last one, darling, we are now on the banks of the Thames—"

"But I don't want to kiss you, because—" Candice shrugged, "the reporter from The Sun behind the third tree on the left will be putting it on the headlines tomorrow morning. Oh, and the tree next to him seems to be doing the same Hiding an entertainment reporter."

Tom frowned slightly, and there were stars hidden in his gray-green eyes, "Little Candy, I really want to hide you."

"Hide?" Candice repeated.

"Yes," his voice was deep and moving, "I will hide you wholeheartedly for the rest of my life."

"In order to let you no longer see other people in your eyes, only my existence, it is best that you will belong to me wholeheartedly and unreservedly."

"But I only need to look at you to dispel this selfish idea, because I want to give you everything but want you to be free. You make me selfish and make me great."

"You are the girl of my dreams, the reason and the place of my tenderness."

Candice kissed on tiptoe, "Fuck his headlines."

"I'm just a normal girl in love with my lover - I just want to kiss him."