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The third prince of Windsor has been an optimist since he was a child, free and easy, doing whatever he wants. He has always been the master who kills others without paying for his life. shadow.At the age of nearly thirty, he still smiles like a carefree teenager all day long, so he can be regarded as a very lively and eccentric mascot.

Such a person, when he found Naiden, he was in a mess.Needless to say, the clothes are dirty, the hair is messy and the beard is unkempt, and the face is so pale that it almost makes people feel sick. It is probably due to being in a state of extreme anxiety for a long time, and there are even fine wrinkles in the corners of the eyes. ten years old.

He was looking for Cyril.It's a pity that Cyril has spent very little time in China these years, and he doesn't know what he is busy with. It is difficult to contact him all over the world.Allen came to find him when he was on the road. In any case, although he didn't know why Naiden, who was Cyril's personal butler, didn't follow Cyril this time, but stayed in White Castle, but he There must be a way to find him the fastest now, and Naiden is the only one.

Of course, due to some unexpected events, Cyril really lost contact.By the time he got out of the predicament and learned the news here, Allen had been waiting crazy.

He didn't even wait for Cyril to take the time to listen to him explain the ins and outs clearly, and went to the airport without hesitation after asking the exact address.Shriel was also a little surprised after receiving Naiden's report, and then told Naiden to arrange the flight and then ordered his men to meet him.

Allen made a disguise. The private jet under his name had already been spotted by all-pervasive paparazzi, and there was no time to make other arrangements in case of an emergency. Naturally, the channel to go was Cyril's side, but the journey was smooth.The voyage between England and Spain was not long, so it was not surprising that Cyril heard the report that people had arrived.I'm just a little curious in my heart, Alan is notoriously heartless, what could make him so sad?

Mrs. Wendy is tending her spoiled Cymbidium in the garden.This is a domesticated wild species from the east. It was given to her by Cyril a few years ago. The change in the environment almost made it unable to recover. Mrs. Wendy felt very distressed.Then she looked up from the flower garden, and was surprised when she saw the guests rushing in.

His Royal Highness the Prince of England, even though he looked really embarrassed, how could she not recognize him?

Allen was also taken aback when he saw Mrs. Wendy.This lady is very famous in the upper class, and she is also the protagonist of the pornographic news that Cyril can barely count, how could he not know it!It's just that there have been few rumors about her recently. I didn't expect her... Fuck, how could she be here with Cyril? !

The plainly dressed beauty in the garden smiled and lifted her skirt to salute him.Allen bowed back in embarrassment.When he turned around and rushed in, he at least took a bit of a aggressive attitude.

After all, it was Allen, who showed his true colors after only a few dignified steps into the door. He didn't even suppress the gossip that was brewing in his heart. Lowering her voice, "You and Mrs. Wendy..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and my mind didn't dare to race anymore.Because Cyril gave him a cool look.

Allen smiled sarcastically, then his brows were tightened again.His appearance is really not good. When he is quiet, the almost desperate sadness in his eyes can almost turn into substance and overflow.Such a situation, let alone those who don't know him will be surprised, even Cyril, who grew up with him, finds it inconceivable.

"What happened?" Cyril asked bluntly.

Allen took a deep breath: "Find someone for me."

Cyril paused: "Who?"

Allen rubbed his face hard with his hands to make himself look more energetic, but even his voice trembled: "I don't know."

Xi Ruier looked up, bowed knowingly, turned and walked to the wine cabinet in the living room.

Allen drank the strongest whiskey in one sip, and put the glass back on the coffee table before he calmed down.

"Italy... I know you have more contacts, Cyril, help me find her... Please, help me find her."

He used "she", and it was a woman who bothered him so much, which was really abnormal for Allen.

Cyril could vaguely guess what was going on, but remained silent, listening to Allen intermittently—because the emotions were a little wrong, even incoherently—telling the whole thing clearly.

Things go back to the Florence Music Festival last fall.The orchestra that Yulea belonged to was invited to participate. Unlike before, this was the first time Yulea was mentioned as the principal violinist... Yes, what he was interested in back then was the cello, because the cello was too bulky to carry It was inconvenient and did not meet his expectations, and he changed to learning the violin not long after he arrived in Vienna... He really has this talent.But this music festival can be regarded as a breakthrough in his career. It just so happens that everyone except Alan has no time to spare, so Alan had no choice but to rush to support his younger brother... and then encountered the disaster of his life.

There are countless encounters and partings in this world every day, but they have nothing to do with the third prince of Windsor.He has lovers but no lovers, he is not single, but he has never thought of getting married. The concept of separation of love and sex has been confirmed in him, but since he broke up with Doris, the Countess of Ireland, the paparazzi have It's been a long time since I found any pornographic news about Allen.Of course, this is not the same as Crown Prince Charlie's self-cleaning. He is just too lazy to make false claims with others, never understands what love is, let alone thinks it should be a necessity of his life.

It's a pity that he still met such a person after all.

"It's not pretty, it's really not pretty, just like a man," Allen covered his eyes tightly, tears still seeped through his fingers, "but I still like her, everywhere."

Allen said that he abandoned the bodyguards and went shopping alone, dodging the paparazzi and crashing into those messy alleys. When he found his way, he saw some men wearing black suits, white gloves and sunglasses coming out of a certain house at night.Although he is the Prince of Windsor, he has very little contact with this aspect, and he couldn't understand it for a while, until one of the big men in black raised a pistol at him, and he suddenly woke up and broke out in a cold sweat.

It was clear that he had bumped into some kind of secret transaction scene, but he was not silenced. A person who walked out of the house looked up at this scene and stopped these people.

Surrounded by other people wearing sunglasses and black suits, they were a little shorter, also wearing black suits, but with a coat over their shoulders, and their complexion was too pale, obviously not in good health.Her half-length hair was combed back with pomade, revealing a smooth and full forehead, making her look like a man.The bridge of the nose is high, the lips are thin, and even the eyebrows and eyes look heroic. Although they are a little sick, they don't feel weak, on the contrary, they feel more vigorous.

Allen was dumbfounded at a glance, but no one in the group paid him any attention.The woman in men's clothing turned sideways and shook hands with a middle-aged man who came out of the room. She didn't know what to say, she went down the steps and took the top hat from her hand. She lowered her head and put on the hat without looking back. gone.

Allen returned to his residence in a daze. Not only did he not have the excitement and happiness of escaping his life, but he was inexplicably lost.So a few days later, when he saw a beautiful woman in men's clothing standing in front of an impressionist painting in an art gallery, he immediately rushed up.

"Mafia," Cyril said calmly, "the most famous dark crowd in Italy."

"Of course I know!" Allen grabbed his hair hard, "I know it's wrong, but I just can't control it!"

Wrongest encounter, stupidest touch.The music festival will last for a month, and Allen planned to leave Florence after listening to Ulea's concert, but he stayed there for the whole month.

And for some unknown purpose, that person also stayed in Florence for a long time.

There were not many people in Florence during that period.But Allen could search for hotels one by one. He couldn't hide his identity too high-profile, so he had to use the most stupid method.The target of so many people in black suits should be quite obvious.He found it, and then used various clumsy methods to meet her by chance.

What kind of thing is love?Like a kind of unsolvable magic power, it attracts your attention and focuses on her uncontrollably. Her every move can set off a storm in your heart, and her every word can make you feel sad and happy.

Allen could even feel the undisguised killing intent of the other party's companion or bodyguard towards him, and knew what it meant for a person of this status to be so close to him.But he took his own life and walked forward again and again recklessly, like a moth chasing the light, sometimes he couldn't help but burst into tears when he woke up in the morning, thank God for allowing him to meet such a person .

"Cyril, you know I like Van Gogh the most..." Allen sniffed, his wet eyes made him look as pitiful and innocent as a child, "Van Gogh wrote many letters to his younger brother Theo, one of which contained To write such a passage..."

"There is a fire in everyone's heart, and those who pass by can only see the smoke... But there is always someone, there is always someone who can see the fire, and then come to accompany me..." He choked up and said no go down.

"I saw his fire in the crowd, and I walked over quickly, for fear that if he slowed down, he would be buried in the dust of the years," Cyril read slowly, finishing the passage for him, " I brought my enthusiasm, my indifference, my rage, my gentleness, and my unreasonable belief in love... I was out of breath. I stammered and said to him, what is your name? Names—it starts with what your name is, and everything follows."

"I finally understand what this emotion really is..."

"But I can't find her—Cyril I can't find her!"

"I thought she had begun to accept me, but suddenly, she disappeared," Alan's tears flowed down. "They disappeared without any expectation...how did she leave before the music festival was over?"

Alan traveled to Sicily to find out.Even if that person is not the head of a certain family, he should still be an important person. It is impossible for him to be famous, but he visited all the taverns, and no one was willing to accept his entrustment. He used all the means he could use, Still can only leave in embarrassment.

"Help me! Cyril, help me," Allen said painfully, he couldn't tell anyone about such a relationship, let alone rely on their strength, "You have a relationship over there, right? Help me Cyril, only you can help me!"

Cyril sat on the sofa, watching him calmly.Even though they were sitting on a horizontal line, they had an inexplicable illusion of looking down. "Is it worth it?" he said. "It's all wishful thinking to me."

"No! I can feel it!" Allen said anxiously, "No, I can feel that she cares about me!"

"So, what if we find her?" Cyril asked a fatal question.

The two ways of white and black are Dao Honghe, and Alan's identity is really sensitive. He was born with a responsibility that cannot be shirked, and that female mafia leader... since it never started, it is the end of it. Best choice now.

"I know," Allen said much later, "I know all about it."

—“But I don’t want to.”

"But I don't want to."

"Siryl, you have also met such a person," Allen looked at him firmly, tears welling up in his eyes, "You know what kind of mood it is!"

The existence of Klauris is not a secret, these people know, they just never revealed Cyril's scar.

"I can help you," Cyril said finally, "but I'm not sure I'll find the answer."

Allen cried with joy: "Thank you, thank you! As long as I can see her again, I am willing to do anything!"

... Florence again.

How could such a story always happen in this city?

Cyril has almost no contact with the underworld, but he has gray channels.Moreover, starting from Safair back then, he had contacts with many forces in Italy.It is only a matter of time to check a person, and there are shortcuts.

Lawrence complained very much when he received the call, and Cyril waited quietly for him to finish complaining.It's true that I haven't contacted him for a long time, but this time I contacted him to ask for help. Of course, I feel a little guilty.

"Wait, I seem to have some impressions, please wait for me to ask."

Lawrence, as the current Italian ship king, has most of his power and property are white, but the Eugene family also has a huge mafia family.He is not in charge over there, but the leader is either his brother or his uncles, the relationship is very close, of course he is well-informed.It's just that there are too many families, large and small, in the Italian black forces, and he can't remember them for a while, but there are very few female leaders, and he is also known as a lover, so it is inevitable that he has some impressions of women with character.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Cyril to have detailed information about the woman in his hands.

Mafia families also fight openly and secretly with each other for survival materials, but they are always in an unimaginable collusion with the outside world.Of course, it would be troublesome for Allen to check from the outside, and he didn't dare to make a big show of it, so he would naturally have a bloody head.However, he could think of seeking help from Cyril, and the method was right, but he really didn't know whether it was a good move or a bad move.

Allen has returned home.After Xi Ruier got the exact information, he didn't pass it on to him directly, but went to Sicily himself.

Unexpectedly, Lawrence ran over in person, ignored the cold face, hooked his shoulder and smiled, "Oh, long time no see."

The left eye says gossip, the right eye says let me see, and the forehead is full of gossip.

Cyril made an appointment with the female leader named Enrina, and when he arrived at the cafe the other party mentioned, he followed Lawrence with a face behind him.

The café is small and, like most Italian establishments, only opens in the afternoon.Cyril walked in, and there was only one guest in the corner.

Men's clothing should be considered casual, and the hair is not pomaded, but is meticulously combed and tied behind the head with a rubber band.Allen's evaluation is very consistent with the facts. The whole face she showed is not beautiful, and even lacks the softness that should be unique to women, but is indifferent and blunt like a man.

The other party was obviously taken aback when he saw Lawrence, but said nothing.He just nodded to him, as a greeting, obviously recognizing who this playboy is more than the man who controls most of the Italian ship industry.

"Good day, Enrina." Lawrence greeted in a sweet tone that he was used to, calling him like an old lover even though he was unfamiliar.

Enrina didn't even twitch a single eyebrow.

Xi Ruier ordered a cup of mocha, and Enrina was in front of the black coffee, apparently without adding anything.

The two were relatively silent.Lawrence couldn't figure out the situation but couldn't talk casually, so he took out his phone in boredom.

Cyril didn't say a word until the farewell.He just took a sealed document bag from his subordinate, put it on the table and slowly pushed it to the other party, then got up and left without looking back.

Lawrence followed behind inexplicably, and only after going out the door began to ask: "What what? What does this mean?"

"Nothing interesting." Cyril replied.

"so?"

"She is a very outstanding woman," Cyril smiled, the smile was very light, but it was a little clear pleasure anyway, "Alan is not bad."

Such a woman, tough and courageous, always knows what she can and cannot want, what she can get and what she cannot get.She won't cross the line of her own limitations because she can't afford to get to the other side of the line.

Cyril looked up at the sky in Sicily, it was very interesting, even the sky here can be so clear and bright.

The author has something to say: 10.5

I've had a cold for half a month, damn it, it's been a long time since I've had a cold for such a long time, it's so hard.

I want to write Lance~