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Chapter Four His Name Is Arthur

The next day, the waiter indeed delivered the latest mobile phone. His mobile phone may have been lost in the car accident. But when he asked someone to check it at night, nothing could be found, but...

There was indeed a car accident three months ago. The truck driver had already been detained for driving drunk. When he saw another high-end private car, there was only the car and no one there.

He leaned on the sofa, and this was the only information he checked. However, no one knew what happened to him in the past three months, including himself, the clothes on his body, the umbrella, and his

The necklace was lost and there was nothing to check.

If he doesn't even know it himself, then who can know it.

Therefore, he may need to go back again. And his vacation this time is really too long. Although it is long, even he doesn't know what he is doing.

With his salute, he got on the plane, but for some reason, he turned around and looked at this unfamiliar city with an indescribable nostalgia in his heart, and his gift box

Inside, there were still those clothes and that umbrella. I felt an indescribable feeling. I wanted to throw them away, but I couldn't.

Sitting on the plane, he closed his eyes and heard the sound of the plane taking off.

"Lan..." He woke up suddenly and unconsciously muttered a word. The beautiful flight attendant looked at him strangely and said softly again.

"Sir, the plane has stopped. You can get off the plane."

The man opened his eyes suddenly, and a pair of green eyes fell into the woman's eyes, and the woman's face turned slightly red. Her eyes were really beautiful, like emeralds, but they were just cold.

He stood up, and sure enough, people on the plane had already gotten off the plane one after another. He strode away, and naturally someone took his salute.

After getting off the plane, this was a country he was familiar with. He half-squinted his eyes and walked forward. There was a car parked not far ahead. It looked like he had been waiting for a long time.

A man wearing an off-white windbreaker stood there, with black hair and black eyes. He looked like an Oriental. He turned around and saw the man walking over with a dusty look on his face, and his lips curled up in a smile.

"Boss, it looks like you had a good holiday?" He looked him up and down, "Well, he is a lot darker, but he is still handsome." However, no matter how handsome he is, he is not as handsome as him, he is narcissistic

He touched his face.

"Fred, if you don't want to go to Africa to bask in the sun, then shut up now," he said in a very calm voice, but Fred shuddered when he said it, "Boss, I shut up, I shut up

, Okay, "I don't want to tan, especially as dark as you are now. Of course, he can only think about this in his heart. This boss of his is a cannibal.

, I couldn’t blame him for throwing him in Africa, but in fact he was thrown to Antarctica to feed the penguins.

In that case, he would rather go to Africa to bask in the sun than to go to that ice and snow land. At least there are a bunch of dark-skinned beauties there. Although they are not his favorite type, they can still be seen. In addition to the ice cubes in Antarctica, there are also those in the North Pole.

It works.

If that's the case, it's better to just kill him.

He felt a chill, but he secretly glanced at their great boss. He closed his eyes and leaned against the car. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he was extremely quiet.

He always had a feeling that when he came back this time, he seemed to have really changed, and changed a lot, which made him feel indescribable.

"We're here," Fred said. The car had stopped. It was a huge medieval castle that had been located here for hundreds of years.

"Well," the man opened his eyes at this time and walked down. The door of the castle opened. Before he walked in, he only saw a shadow like a colorful butterfly floating into his arms.

"Arthur, why did you come back just now? I almost miss you." It was a woman, a very beautiful woman, with a snow-white dress and burgundy hair that was layered and fell on her shoulders.

Above, the small shoulders were shaking, the eyes were filled with mist like water, and the red lips were trembling slightly, which could easily arouse the man's protective desire.

The man he called Arthur's eyes flashed, and there was a coldness in his green eyes. "Let go," he lowered his head and looked directly at the woman who was holding him like a koala. His voice was as cold as autumn.

wind.

The woman was obviously stunned for a moment, "Arthur..." She grabbed the clothes on his chest with her thin white fingers. She finally chose him between the two people. How could he be so cold.

"Arthur, this is Shui'er, what's wrong with you?" She stretched out her hand to touch his face, but he flashed past her, and her hand stopped in the air awkwardly.

"Arthur," Mu Shui'er said anxiously. She had never seen him be so indifferent before. Although he was like this to everyone in the past, he was definitely different towards her. Why did he only go out for three months?

, it changed, so much so that she became a stranger.

Arthur jumped directly over her, no matter how she cried behind him, he ignored her again. He may have liked her before, but it was just her body. He was not willing to fall out with his brother for her.

.Just a woman.

Mu Shui'er just looked at him with tears on her face and her hands clenched at her sides, obviously unable to accept such a thing.

Fred walked past him, but took a few steps back, held up his chin and stood in front of her, "Actually, you can cry harder and have more tears. It's best to be like noodles.

Otherwise, how could we possibly impress our boss who is as hard as a rock?" He said with a rude smile. He had never liked this woman. What's so good about her? She just cried all day long.

Caught between two men, I thought I was infinitely charming, but I was so stupid and pitiful.

Fortunately, the boss doesn't like her, otherwise, if he wanted her to be his wife, he would rather go to Antarctica.

Facing such a hypocritical woman all day long will make him vomit to death.

Mu Shui'er glared at Fred fiercely, her face stained by tears looked particularly ugly, and the makeup on her face was stained by tears. But her face no longer looked as pitiful as before.

"Shut up, Fred." Her voice was much shriller, which was really a torture to human ears.


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