The Magician of Clow

Chapter 378 In English, I can teach you, but.
On the screen, the silver-gray noble hair color was loose, and she took off all her disguise. She changed from Monica back to Veronica, and back to the queen who controlled Fisseld.

The golden armrests on the crimson sofa gave it an elegant and luxurious feel. Veronica leaned there, raised her snow-white legs under the hem of her skirt, and looked at Fangran at the other end of the screen with a smile.

She didn't speak, just looked at Fangran with a smile.

The silver-gray pupils were filled with the exact same look as in the Pearl of the Night that night.

In the end, Fangran was the first to lose the battle, and looked away, that is, his usual appearance was more or less exaggerated, but he was really not good at dealing with this kind of women who were no longer ordinary.

why?

Maybe it's just a lack of confidence.
Fangran actually didn't know how to deal with Veronica, just like the mysterious and enchanting person wearing a black cloth cloak who regarded him as his property.

Whether it was a crisis that night in Pearl of the Night, whether it was a clear occasion, whether it was overwhelmed by the name of the national mission, in short, he put away his usual appearance and became calm and serious. He really didn't expect it.

The person he randomly picked to talk to on the open deck would be the real owner of the Night Pearl.

Even though he might have been a little confused at the time, he never expected that fate would really play a trick on him.

He thought that even if he revealed a slightly different side of himself than usual, the other party is just a weak foreign girl anyway, and the result is that it doesn’t matter that he will never meet again after completing the mission, that is, after he gave her the [magic card], The night crow's identity was completely exposed.

Moreover, unlike everyone else, only in Veronica's eyes is he the one who is a little silent, calm, and able to think about many things, the one who took off the mask, the original him.

The only one who knows who he is now.

The two people with a slightly special relationship met in this way after a long time.

Seeing Fangran averting her eyes a little bit, Veronica smiled. No one knew if she was really happy at the moment.

"It seems that you have remembered my name well."

Fangran was silent for a while, looked at the crimson queen's scepter on the desk, then paused for a moment, shook his head and sighed helplessly:
"I didn't expect that you would give me such a precious thing."

"I didn't expect that you would meet Abel there."

Veronica took the red wine brought by the silent maid next to her, and the goblet stopped between her snow-white fingers. The blood-colored liquid swayed in the glass container under the gaze of her silver-gray pupils.

She laughed casually, as if she was talking about an unimportant but trivial matter:

"The Crimson Queen is the symbol of our O'Brien family, and it is also the symbol of Fisseld."

Listening to Veronica's words, Fangran dumbfoundedly looked at the golden scepter inlaid with a huge crimson crystal in his hand, and said with a wry smile:

"So, why do you want this kind of thing?"

"Why should I give it to you?"

Before Fangran could finish speaking, Veronica turned her head and leaned close to the screen to look at him. The shoulder straps of the gorgeous skirt slipped slightly from her pale shoulders. From this angle, she could vaguely see her neckline. There is no hidden white arc in the middle.

Just as his pupils narrowed subconsciously, he wanted to look away again, when he saw Veronica standing up with a chuckle and saying:
"Because you said, we are friends?"

Fangran was taken aback for a moment, then rubbed his face, and smiled wryly to hide his heartbeat blushing just now, remembering what he said to Veronica in that room that night when the night pearl sank.

"Although, rather than being a friend, I hope you agree to my proposal at that time."

It seemed that she was deliberately provocatively posing just now. Veronica was shaking the goblet. The sexiness and beauty of Europeans and Americans were vividly reflected in her long silver-gray hair and pale skin.

Similar to Ling but completely different, compared to Ling who looks more like a teenage girl, Veronica is a mixed-race beauty who completely embodies a different style from Huaxia.

Leaning on the crimson sofa with gold armrests, she took off her mask to spread out her aura. In the figure of a pale beauty with cool tones, she could no longer find the frail man wearing tortoiseshell glasses. The look of 'Monica'.

With her true personality, she has the impact to make any man's mouth dry and blood spurt.

"Moreover, I also wear a mask to hide my true nature, identity, and strength, and hide in a place where others can't see, observing the surrounding world."

Eyelids lowered, silver-gray pupils sliding in the half-closed narrow eye sockets, looking in Fangran's direction, Veronica's voice was soft and inexplicable.

"We're the same kind, aren't we?"

Hearing this sentence, Fangran remained silent without answering, and Veronica just looked at him like that.

After a long time, Fangran suddenly smiled wryly as if he couldn't help it. He put down the scepter in his hand called the Scarlet Queen, looked at Veronica who was far away from him on the screen, and sighed lightly as if he couldn't laugh or cry. Opening:
"I'm not as good as you say."

He shook his head, raised his gaze, and looked at Veronica, who he would be able to watch carefully if he were a friend, and thought about his words for a while.

"I just"

Thinking of the days in the rented house or in the night bureau, Fangran smiled knowingly, he smiled and said:

"I just like that way of life."

Speaking of which, maybe it was because Veronica learned about her true appearance, or maybe it was because the two of them were far apart anyway, but maybe it was just because...
They were trapped in the underground dance hall together on that night when the night pearl was trapped in a storm.

In short, Fangran smiled wryly, and his tone was helpless, as if he was complaining to a close friend.

"Besides, whether it's the wanted identity of Ye Ya, or the things like the night pearl that night, many things are actually forced to do that step by me, and that power is actually the same."

"So, that's why you rejected me then?"

Even after hearing Fangran's tone, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, but Veronica still squinted her eyes in an aggressive tone and spoke.
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'So, be my lover, Fangran. '-
Even after more than half a month, the impact of these words still remained unabated for Fangran.

"Although not, but can we not talk about this issue."

Fangran rubbed his brows helplessly and said, then he saw Veronica's silver-gray pupils staring at him, as if waiting for his answer.

So he looked up at the office he was in and opened his mouth.

Although it is not as good as the room he stayed in this morning, it is high-end and bright enough, which symbolizes the status of the owner in the capital-Xike District, with an annual salary of one million.

"Do you know, I came to the largest private hospital in China today, because the owner is a very familiar participant, so I was thrown here to experience a whole day of high-level decision-making."

Fangran sighed softly, thinking of those complicated documents to be processed in the morning, his head felt swollen.

He let out a long breath, looking at the elegant, sexy and beautiful Veronica, not thinking about the troublesome things, he suddenly felt a little relieved.

"Then I saw a permission document for group recruitment that required my signature."

Veronica raised her eyebrows slightly, not understanding why Fangran suddenly mentioned this. The warm lights of the Empire Manor broke through the embossed marble walls, filling the luxurious palace-like room she was in.

Then she saw Fangran smile bitterly:
"The ones on it are all graduates from famous schools that I looked up to before."

Fangran raised his head and looked at Veronica, with a calm look in his eyes that he didn't know what he was thinking.

"But now they all need my permission to enter and work in this top hospital in China. Does it feel like the contrast is a bit big?"

He smiled and looked at the 20 floors of the Sacred Heart Group looking down at the high-end Xike district.

"Those who I have looked up to and envied, and think that they are from prestigious schools and have a lot of knowledge and technology are very powerful, maybe they are not even qualified to be your employees, even this one is already very powerful in my opinion. The hospital here may not be a big deal to you."

Fangran sighed helplessly, and Veronica looked at him silently as if she was complaining to her classmates.

"So, I can't even imagine the world you live in."

"And, lover or something"

Speaking of this, Fangran was a little ashamed to speak, turned his eyes away from Veronica in front of him, closed his eyes and sighed like he couldn't laugh or cry:

"This topic is too adult for me. What do you say to a person who has not yet stepped into society."

After speaking, Fangran slightly raised his eyelids, lowered his eyes, and quietly watched the Scarlet Queen in his hands.

The beautiful, elegant and brilliant crimson scepter represents another layer of deeper meaning.

"Do you know what you refused?"

Abruptly, Veronica spoke coldly without expression, and the standard Chinese in her mouth as a European and American showed no ups and downs.

Just as Fangran was about to sigh and speak, Veronica continued.

She put her arm on the gold-plated armrest, propped her cheek, and turned her gaze back to the red wine in her goblet.

His eyes were far away, his silver-gray pupils stared at the reflection of the blood-red liquid, and he seemed to be thinking thoughtfully.

"I thought you didn't know it at first, but now it seems that you know it very well."

"Ye Ya, no, maybe I should call you Fangran."

Veronica turned her head suddenly, raised her snow-white neck slightly, like a queen staring at the knight who rejected her.

The silver-gray pupils carried inexplicable power.

"Don't you have desires?"

"desire?"

Fangran raised his eyes and stared at Veronica without any fluctuations in his eyes, as if asking back in confusion.

"Everyone has desires, money, women, higher status, better wine."

Veronica's haughty tone, she propped her cheeks and looked at the red wine trapped in the goblet with a chuckle or a contemptuous opening.

At this moment, in Fangran's eyes, she is the master of Fisseld.

"You clearly know that as long as you stand by my side, you can have all these things, and even I can satisfy you."

"Money, power, and even women are not interested in you?"

"Don't say that I seem to have no desires or desires."

Hearing Veronica's explicit words, Fangran answered her with a wry smile.

"But isn't that the truth? Not only is Fiseld able to give you everything, you even gave up the chance to hold me down."

I've said it all, don't be so explicit.

Fangran thought with a wry smile, listening to Veronica's straightforward words, coupled with her on the screen in front of her, wearing only a simple loose gorgeous skirt, her pale and seductive body in cool tones and the impact of the deep red sofa .

I feel a little overwhelmed by this kind of grown-up conversation.

"For an ordinary young man who has just awakened for more than a month, becoming the lover of a world-class celebrity, and possessing wealth and power by the way, this kind of fantasy is unreal."

"How can you let me accept it calmly?"

He said with a sigh, as if he was forced to be helpless by a friend of the opposite sex, and gave the final explanation.

For some reason, she looked at Fangran who was talking to herself like this helplessly.

A smile suddenly bloomed on Veronica's face, and the aura of an extremely high-ranking person just now disappeared.

She seemed to be deliberately seductively posing in a sexy pose, revealing a large area of ​​white and flawless thigh skin under the gorgeous skirt, propped her cheeks, and looked at Fangran with a clever smile on the corner of her mouth:

"No wonder you were the one who took the initiative to strike up a conversation, but you didn't even dare to hug my waist tightly."

"Oh, Ye Ya, you Chinese people are really conservative."

"Don't kill all the Chinese people with one shot, probably only a fool like me would refuse such a tempting proposal."

Fangran also joked with Veronica with a chuckle as if mocking himself. Without red wine, he could only pick up his black wheat tangerine.

However, it unexpectedly matched Veronica with red wine.

"So you really don't want to come to my side? From what you said just now, it seems that my attraction to you still accounts for a large proportion."

Veronica only opened one eye and looked at him. Compared with the previous invitation, this time's words were more like a joke between friends.

"Just being a high-level executive in Sister Su's company for a day is enough to give me a headache. Although I'm sorry to Brother Su Qun, after today I decided to change back to the usual me that gave him a headache."

Facing the same kind who usually wore masks, Fangran smiled lightly and spread his hands, a look of regret or relaxation flashed in his eyes.

Indeed, if he chooses Veronica and chooses to leave this country, he will indeed stand on a higher platform, and perhaps he will have a new life, a new experience, or...
Another new destiny.

However, Fangran finally rejected her proposal with a smile, just like she made a joke with himself, he also jokingly replied:

"So forget it, and my English is not good."

The gorgeous smile on his face widened, and Veronica laughed at Fangran's words when he heard him say that his English was not good.

"For the first time, I was rejected twice by the same person, and for this reason."

It seemed that because of her smile, Veronica's words paused a little. This time, she directly took the screen to her side, and on the screen being hugged in her arms, Fangran could see her pale and delicate collarbone, and her pale blood-colored frivolity. lips.

Behind the snow-white shoulders is a large exposed sexy back line, and the waist is slender and beautiful.

Fangran was stunned by the heartbeat scene, and just when he was about to look away, he heard the second half of Veronica's words, the temptation whispered in his ear like a sympathizer:
"In English, I can teach you, but"

"It has to be in bed."

The soft and soft words were like a stone thrown into the water in Fangran's heart, and he almost choked on the sip of black wheat orange that he drank to hide his embarrassment.

After coughing violently twice, Fangran raised his head speechlessly, and looked at Veronica who was already sitting dignifiedly and smiling on the screen.

"You did it on purpose."

"That's right, as your revenge for rejecting me."

Veronica said with a smile. Fangran's words were suddenly choked by her direct confession. He looked away, not daring to look at her on the screen again, and changed the subject.

"What about this scepter?"

"I said, it's a gift for you."

Thinking of hugging herself in memory, yelling angrily into the communicator that she was dissatisfied with the order of leaving her and the entire ship, and facing the young man in front of him who refused his own wealth and rights in a joking tone with his friends,

Veronica didn't know why, but felt that she was happier for some reason.

　Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahh The consequence of this point is that I really want to do my best, and I can't tolerate myself who lowers the quality. Also, it turns out that in Internet cafes, let's not talk about holding back the embarrassing sight of the people next to you to comment on you. Even if you are the only one playing the game, and you have to endure the cheers of the gamer and concentrate, it is simply impossible!

　　Also, although this one is more than 4000, but because it was added yesterday, it is not considered a debt repayment, so I still owe seven chapters
　　
　
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