[Titanic] How could the male lead be an angel

How could the hero be an angel 38

——>> "If Rose didn't have some condition, Lai Fujie wouldn't come to him now."

The dinner made the capitalist Cal Hockley feel very depressed.

His fiancée, Rose Bukett, was flirting with the brat in the third class during the dinner, and his sarcasm at Jack Dawson on the table was picked up by Rose, who turned it around and seemed to be praising him. up.Rose also said that Jack's paintings are great, and she has seen his paintings, which are excellent works of art.

Carl remembered that Rebecca told him that she also met a wandering painter when she was reading in the library, and she was very good at painting.Since when did the third class have so many poor, vagrant painters?Why both Becca and Rose met?What paintings do those street mice know?Know what is art?

Jack Dawson said he worked everywhere to earn money, on cargo ships, on the docks, in other people's grocery stores.

He said he enjoyed life, loved life, loved waking up every morning not knowing where he was going or who he was going to meet.

He said that he spent the night in the bridge hole two days ago, but now he is having dinner with the upper class in the Titanic's first-class restaurant.He said that life is a precious gift from God to everyone and he doesn't want to waste it.

No fixed place, no fixed income, today and no tomorrow, maybe one day he will drink northwest wind, Carl can't figure out what is worth yearning for in this kind of life, besides him and Rufu, everyone on the table Everyone was captured by Jack's enthusiasm and chic!It's so strange!No matter how hard he thinks about it, he can't think of such a situation!

It means that the life of cold and hunger can only hit people without the desire to live. If Cal Hockley one day becomes like a poor man like Jack Dawson, he will definitely commit suicide by swallowing a gun. Days without money It would be better to die.

But he will not have such a day.

Because his surname is Hockley.

After dinner, the gentlemen chatted about politics, finance, and business in the smoking room as usual. Jack Dawson also stood up after they stood up, but Mr. Dawson was very sensible, and he said he would go back up.

"Alright, you won't be interested in what we're talking about," Carl patted Jack on the shoulder and said, "Thank you for coming, Mr. Dawson."

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Today they are talking about the Rockefeller consortium case.

Now Western countries have entered the stage of being monopolized by consortium tycoons in the industry. These capitalists control the life and death of the entire industry, and some politicians in the federal government are even the heads of the consortium, so this time the Rockefeller consortium Everyone is paying attention to the case.

The spider webs they form are huge and full of traces, and they can move the whole body with a single pull.

The nobles exchanged the latest information they had received in the smoking room, talking about what kind of ruling the Supreme Court would make on the Rockefett Foundation this time.

“The antitrust laws don’t deal with that either.”

"It has gone beyond the scope of the federal government's authority..."

"..."

In the past few days, everyone has been on the Titanic, and the messages they have received are all sent by telegraph, and the information is a bit delayed, but in four days, Titanic will arrive at the port of New York, and they will receive The latest news first-hand on the Rockefett case.

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After Carl pushed open the door, he saw that Rebecca was handing the well-cut apples on a plate to the annoying face one by one.

He hasn't enjoyed Becca's feeding him yet, but this dog is one step ahead of him.

"Becca, don't take Hate to the bed from now on." Carl looked at Hate who was eating apples on the bed, and his face turned stinky in an instant.

"Hate is a very well-behaved dog," Rebecca hugged Hate to let the capitalist see the clean sheets: "It won't stain the sheets."

She hated eating all the apples she fed. It doesn’t treat food as a toy like other dogs, and spit it out after biting. It hates grinding its teeth and won’t bite things randomly. It bites Rebecca’s bed for it. Upholstered.

"I don't like a male dog lying on my bed and taking my place," Carl said sternly.

Becca's liking for this male dog is about to surpass him, sleeping in his place and enjoying his treatment, he doesn't allow this!

"Carl, why don't you like Hate? It's so cute." Rebecca held Hate's body in both hands and raised it in front of the capitalist: "Master likes me! I'm very obedient and obedient, share some of your love Give it to me! Master, master, please like me!"

Rebecca raised her nasty dog ​​paw and waved it in front of Carl, pretending to be nasty talking to him.

Hate was facing Carl, and Rebecca was behind Hate. She couldn't see that Hate was staring at the capitalist with a look of 'contempt' for capitalists.

This dog's face really became more and more disgusting the more he looked at it, he had never seen such a dog that disgusted him.

At this moment, the thoughts in the head that hate this dog are similar to those of capitalists: this human face really becomes more and more annoying the more you look at it, and I have never seen such an annoying person.

The pattern of wanting to see two people hating each other was broken by Karl after 2 minutes. Karl took the hating from Rebecca's hand, and put the hating on the ground lightly, softly and slowly under Rebecca's scorching gaze.

He hated being in between the two of them, and he felt better when he moved away.

"Repeat what you just said to me."

He took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed. Rebecca felt the danger intuitively. Before she could hide, she was brought back by the capitalist and held between her arms.

"Say, what are you talking about?" Rebecca's eyes flickered.

Carl stared at Rebecca's soft and deep brown eyes, as if burning two torches: "Tell me again what you said that you hated just now."

"I, I can't tell..."

She held up her hat just now, pretending to be talking to Carl, but now without that good dog, she is directly facing the capitalist... It seems a bit shameful to say so.

"One hour." Carl said, raising his eyebrows.

"what?"

"Two hours," Carl raised his hand to caress Rebecca's cheek: "You know I have this ability."

The capitalist said such suggestive words in a mellow and sexy voice, it was difficult for Rebecca to pretend not to understand, and he deliberately rubbed her twice to tell her that he was ready to go.

Shy and embarrassed, Rebecca opened the city gate and surrendered without preparing to resist: "I, I say! I say!

"Yeah." He pricked up his ears.

"Lord, master... hi, like me... I, I'm very good..." Rebecca deliberately didn't look at Karl with her eyes drifting, but the distance between the two of them was too close, and the corner of her eye It was easy to keep his expression clean: "Very listening, obedient, share, share some of your love with me...Master likes me..."

Rebecca stuttered, and after a few words, she uttered a long paragraph. After she finished speaking, Rebecca's face could be fried.

She raised her hands to cover her face, but was pulled away by the capitalist. Carl kissed her head and face, and reached down to pull the corset under Becca's skirt.

"Well……"

"Little fool."

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...Liar, liar, big liar! qaq

Carl looked at Rebecca, who could hang an oil bottle on her mouth with a funny face, and stroked her bare back: "Baby, I didn't promise that I would be there in two hours if you said so." end within."

Ask which man in this world can hold back after his woman said that to him?He's just one of many.He was confident that his skills and stamina would allow Becca to immerse himself in sensual pleasures as much as he did, so why was his little pout pouting and looking unhappy?

Carl seems to be right in saying that, he did not promise her like that.Or is her understanding wrong?

Rebecca buried her head in Karl's chest with puffed cheeks and did not look at him.

Capitalists are cunning!Play word picking with her!And she was so much better at picking than her... Rebecca lamented that she was not a player of the same level as the capitalists at all, and was KO'd in one hit.

People are very sleepy after strenuous exercise. Becca fell asleep obediently in his arms within a few minutes. Carl yawned and closed his eyes, but just as he closed his eyelids, there was a knock on the door It rang.

"Mr. Hockley, Mr. Hockley?"

It was the voice of his manservant Lai Fudge.

He went to the smoking room with the gentlemen after the dinner, and was going to send Rose back to her room, but Rose said she would stay in the banquet hall, and he let her go, so he sent Lai Forger to stay aside, waiting for Rose to go back After the dinner, send her back, and if she does anything else after the dinner, just follow her.

He didn't want Rose to go to the third-class deck at night to mess with the poor ghosts of the third-class cabin. A Jack Dawson was enough to annoy him.

"what happened?"

Rebecca in his arms frowned, Karl didn't want to wake her up, he carefully removed Rebecca's head from his arms and put it on the pillow, then lifted the quilt and took a robe beside the bed Put it on, go to open the door.

"What happened?"

If Rose hadn't been in any condition, Lai Fujie wouldn't have come to him now.

"Miss Rose and Mr. Dawson went to dance in the third class. Miss Rose seemed to have a good time in the third class." Lai Fujie asked Carl after reporting to the employer: "Do you want to bring her back?"

Disregarding his own identity and the face of his fiancé, he ran down to play with Jack Dawson in the third-class cabin until now, this important news really made Carl overwhelmed.

As the fiancée of the son of a steel magnate, Rose went to the third class with a brat who didn't even have 20 yuan... Would he still hang out in the upper class if he was seen by others?

"Which way did they go down?"

"They went down the lift in the back kitchen." And two baguettes.

Karsu

"inued"