[Titanic] How could the male lead be an angel

How could the hero be an angel 36

——>> "He's a gentleman! He's a gentleman! He's a gentleman!"

Rebecca visually estimated that the stack of banknotes that Karl took out contained at least thirty bills, although the face value was twenty, it was not a lot.Money is so capricious.

"No problem, Mr. Hockley." Anyone who sees so much money will smile, which is almost equal to half a month's salary paid by Baixing Company: "Do you need me to introduce sports equipment? We use it for fitness here. The bicycle can exercise the lines of the thighs and calves very well, reduce fat, and our electric horse here..."

"Ahem," Carl coughed and interrupted Mr. Macaulay's follow-up introduction: "Mr. Macaulay, thank you for your respect and responsibility. I'll be fine if I'm here."

He had been to the gym yesterday, and Macaulay had already told him about all the fitness facilities in it, so it was enough for Becca to just listen to him.

"Okay Mr. Hockley," Mr. Macaulay said with a smile on his face as he gave Carl the key to the gym and told the other two crew members to go out with him.

"Wait," Carl seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and stopped the three people who were walking towards the door: "Mr. Macaulay, do you have any cushions?"

"Mr. Hockley wants a cushion?" Macaulay looked back with a clear expression, one of the other two crew members was full of doubts, and the other had a strange look on his fair face that Rebecca couldn't describe.

Carl said, "Yes, I want some cushions."

"There are cushions, Mr. Hockley, please wait a moment, I will bring them to you in a while," Macaulay greeted the two crew members beside him: "Adrian, you go to the cabinet in the common room to get the cushions, David, you Follow me to the warehouse."

"Mr. Hockley..." The fair young man named Adrian stopped for some reason. He looked at Rebecca, at Carl, and turned his head to look at McCaw, who was smiling like a dog's tail. The profit is like a stick in the throat.

"Adrian!" Mr. McCauley seemed to know what Adrian wanted to say: "Shut your mouth!"

"Mr. Hockley," Adrian didn't listen to Macaulay's harsh stop. He is an upright person. Since he was chosen by the boss to be in charge of the gym, he must take responsibility for these equipment: "Please don't do weird things in the gym. matter, this gym is a place for everyone.”

Carl suddenly understood why Adrian spoke as if he was stuck by a fishbone, and his thoughts were too dirty!Although he did have that idea before, although he has not given up on that idea now, although he still thinks about which location is more convenient besides the gym...but!But it's daytime!He will not white|Japanese|declaration|prostitution!

Carl tried his best to keep his tone calm and without ripples, but there was still a bit of gnashing of teeth: "I'm a gentleman."

He is a gentleman!He is a gentleman!He is a gentleman!

"You are," Adrian said, glancing at Rebecca, "but you made the lady next to you change her way of walking."

Carl: "..."

Rebecca: "..."

Just now Rebecca hadn't realized what Adrian said about doing strange things in the gym, but combined with his subsequent additions, Rebecca understood.

"I hurt my foot..."

Rebecca wanted to explain, but was stopped by Adrian: "You don't need to say clearly, miss, I understand, we all understand."

...Why is there a feeling that the drawing is getting darker...Is it an illusion?

Rebecca glanced at Carl secretly, his cold jaw line was fluctuating, is he chiseling his teeth?

"I don't need to tell you the reason why I want the cushion," Carl said coldly. "As a crew member, all you have to do is to meet the needs of the guests. Go on and on, I'm going to complain to Mr. Ismay. I don't think White Star Company would ever want someone who can only talk to customers and think he has a sense of justice, but his ideas are stupid to work for it. What do you think? Mr McCauley?"

"Mr. Hockley is right!" Mr. McCauley nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and pulled Adrian out: "Adrian, have you thrown all the training sessions into the Atlantic Ocean?"

After the three left, Carl and Rebecca were the only ones left in the gym. Rebecca felt a little embarrassed when Adrian said that, but capitalists don’t just want|want|dissatisfy in broad daylight. ah……

There is a rowing facility in the middle of the gym, which Karl told Rebecca is used to exercise arm strength.

The boat is a real wooden boat, and there are many seats, but the two pairs of oars are fixed, no matter how you move, they are there.

Carl took off his fur coat and hat and put it on a stool beside him, and stretched out his hand to Rebecca: "Becca, come here."

He had been taught by his coach how to row a boat and how to use even force during his orienteering and wilderness training at Harvard, and he could show Becca.

Rebecca was led by Karl and sat in the wooden boat in the gym, sitting face to face with the capitalist. He paddled the boat back and forth, and soon a thin layer of sweat dripped from his forehead.

Rebecca took out the handkerchief she carried with her to wipe Karl's sweat. The scent on the handkerchief was like an aphrodisiac drug, which made him let go of the oars and held Becca's hand.

"What's wrong?" she asked him.

Carl gently pulled, and Rebecca, who was sitting opposite, fell into his arms.

He lowered his head, looked at the little woman with bright eyes and white teeth sitting on his lap, and swallowed.

Karl heard a 'gudong' sound coming from his throat.

So cute.

He also heard voices in his own head.

Rebecca sat leaning on the capitalist's lap with her handkerchief in her hand, and looked at him with her neck half-raised. Carl's dark eyes flashed with a shy light that she was familiar with.

Could it be that Adrian really hit the mark?The capitalists want to be here... no!The three of them went to get the mats, and they will be back in a while, not to mention that it is broad daylight now, although the windows are frosted glass, people passing by on the deck outside can't really see the scene inside, but she is ashamed!

Rebecca moved, trying to pull back the claws that Karl had caught, but the capitalist held her tighter when she moved. She heard the sound of him swallowing saliva, and she blushed to the point of burning.

"It's so cute." He said the voice that kept repeating in his head.

"Boom—" All of a sudden, Rebecca turned into a boiled crab.

Carl lowered his head to get closer to her, and Rebecca blushed and closed her eyes.

Her eyelashes, which were thick and dense like two small brushes, trembled slightly, and even held her breath, his little lamb was waiting for him to kiss her.

His heart beat faster at the moment, but when he bit Becca's lips and was about to stick out his tongue to lick her white teeth, Macaulay, Adrian, and David, who had finished taking the cushions, came back.

Hearing the sound of footsteps from far to near, Rebecca shuddered and jumped out of Karl's arms like a spring, and sat back opposite the capitalist again.

Rebecca raised her hand and touched her cheek, it was so hot that she was about to be noticed.She glanced at the instigator with the end of her eyes reproachfully, and lowered her eyes to stare at her skirt.

To the capitalist, Becca's glance was more like coquettishness. He licked his lips unsatisfied, thinking in his heart that these three idiots would choose this moment when they didn't come back.

"Mr. Hockley, I brought you the mats. Where do you want to use them?" Macaulay held three large orange-green mats in his hands, and Adrian and David, who followed him, also had three in their arms. indivual.

"Put them around the electric horses, electric camels, and electric cattle." Karl directed the workers in the factory to give instructions and got used to it. The placement of the mats facing the three people was also unambiguous. Put on a cushion so Becca can't fall and hurt herself.Of course, it is best not to fall, but if there is this possibility, he has to worry about it.

He is so considerate.

The capitalists applaud themselves inwardly.

"It's all set up, Mr. Hockley, what other orders do you have?" You're done, after he goes out and hangs a sign on the door latch saying that the gym is reserved this afternoon, he can go drinking.

"No, it's fine, thank you."

Watching Macaulay, Adrian and David go out, Karl locked the door of the gym.Adrian turned his head every three steps, the uneasy look in his eyes made Carl almost want to rush up and pin him to the ground, and yelled in his ear a hundred times that I am a gentleman.

"I must report him to Ismay!" he said bitterly.

Sometimes Rebecca feels childish about the capitalist's relentless personality. Why would she embarrass a loyal crew member?What's more, capitalists already have... such and such ideas, and Adrian was right.

becca...

Everyone who was in the way was gone, and finally only the two of them were alone again, so good, he can continue to touch Becca... Stop it!He is a gentleman!It was really taken over by that idiot Adrian!

The capitalist turned around subtly: "Becca... which one do you want to ride first?"

"Electric cow." Rebecca pointed to the electric bull placed in the corner, which looked a size smaller than the electric equipment of other fitness equipment.

Cows should be easier to ride than horses, right?Rebecca had only heard of strong horses but not strong cattle. Cows should be more docile than horses.According to the electric facilities made by these animals, it may be the same, and the electric cow is not as tall as the electric horse.

Thinking of this, Rebecca told Carl that she was going to ride a bull.

But after she actually sat on it, Rebecca realized that she was wrong.

Electric cows are not easy to ride! ! !

"inued"