Heather who counterattacked

The cold and gentle voice, except that the sound quality is very pleasant with magnetic elegance, is actually not surprising, but the person who matches this voice is too impressive, so even Jeffrey's relationship is not deep I heard it all at once.

Cyril obviously understood this, and turned around and left after leaving a word, regardless of the reaction of the two.

Markas was dazed and stiff all over his body, his body instinctively had to keep up before his head was functioning clearly, and he staggered on the flat ground because he was too nervous.Jeffrey looked at this side and subconsciously looked at the other side of the dance floor, before hesitating for half a second, he chose to keep up with his friends.

Cyril roughly identified the direction, and the two nearest side halls are the east hall and the southeast hall.The floor plan information of the entire club appeared in his mind, and the relevant information flowed through his consciousness like a scroll bar, and he turned to the east without hesitation.

The last Lengfeixi Night was held in Meilan. After the banquet, all participating guests were given a platinum membership card, and guests who already had the same level or higher qualifications could choose to open an unopened side hall ——According to his current membership card qualifications, only the East Hall and South Hall are directly open to him.He is not interested in any theme content, just want to find a room without people.

Cyril was walking ahead, unable to see Markas's expression, but Geoffrey, who was catching up with him side by side, could see that something was wrong with his companion.In his opinion, although Markas has matured a lot in a short period of time, because his broad vision has truly come true, he also has the atmosphere of being a person in charge. There was an inescapable gloom and stubbornness in his brows and eyes, but generally speaking, the irascibility and occasional naivety and stupidity in his personality still made Jeffrey feel very kind.But this doesn't mean that he can imagine that his familiar friends will be so depressed and lost their souls, looking as if they are about to cry at any time.

In many cases, it is the authorities who are confused by the bystanders.Jeffrey didn't know much about the relationship between the two, but from the previous encounters, he could vaguely see that this lordship was an existence equivalent to the elder of Marcus, and he was playing the role of education. Judging by his own cognition, no matter what the reason is, even if there is really resentment, he can't show such an expression.

Geoffrey secretly glanced at the black figure in front of his eyes, and carefully tugged on his partner's sleeve.With just this one movement, Markas seemed to come back to his senses and even shuddered, his eyes turned around in a daze, and when he saw the little friend shaking his head at him and mouthing, "Calm down", he was stunned for a moment He should have reacted immediately, so he tried hard to restore his expressionless face.

According to the sequence, the east side should be the fourth side hall.He showed his level card to the waiter at the entrance of the corridor, and when the waiter bowed and retreated, he also led the two brats directly into the corridor.

The light that caught the eye was quite bright, and he didn't see any kind of lewd and promiscuous mood, so Cyril secretly heaved a sigh of relief.He was all right, but the latter two were still underage, and the dogma about pups was almost universal the world over.

The compound curved dome is layer by layer, and the end is carved with gorgeous and delicate Roman columns. It is not clear whether the light is coming from the material itself, or from the gaps between the columns. In the patchwork and bright warm light, all kinds of The posture statues stand quietly along with the Roman columns, making this corridor as elegant and quiet as the layout of an art museum.Maybe it's because there are well-dressed people walking or stopping around to watch and comment on these works, so the tranquility has not yet reached the point where life is cold.

Walking from the stairwell to the floating pavilion, although Cyril's architectural attainments are not deep, but he has seen a lot, and he can understand some of the design intentions of this very particular place. Know where the lounges in this side hall are generally distributed.

Entering the floating pavilion, one enters a slightly closed area from the open corridor.The rooms on both sides are roughly the same in appearance, only the flowers and plants in front of the door are decorated differently.Xi Ruier didn't choose, just pushed the door and entered the first room on the left, watching the two bear children go in obediently, took off the lilac button on the door, closed the door, put the flowers in the rattan pocket at the door, and took I took out the room instruction booklet that was originally placed in the rattan pocket.

After doing this, he turned around and saw Geoffrey observing the decorations in the room with a novel eye, and Marcus staring at a corner with a cold and paralyzed face—the two brats didn't dare to sit down.

"Sit down." Cyril could only say... so afraid of him?

This room is very modern, living room, bedroom and suite with kitchen, all kinds of facilities are available, it seems that there should be no psychological pressure.There are exactly three sofas around the coffee table, and the fabric workmanship is very delicate.Cyril took off the black tourmaline mask and put it on the coffee table. Jeffrey took a small breath when he saw it, and quickly took off the peacock hair mask on his face when he recovered, and Marcus took it off silently.

"Tell me, the reason for coming here." Cyril thought his tone was very relaxed and natural, but he swore that as soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the bodies of the two bear children were stiff, and one shrank back on the back of the chair. Shrinking, one clenched his fist tightly.

No one spoke for a while, and Cyril didn't care.Flipping through the exquisite instruction booklet, I found that there are milk tea machines and coffee machines here. I got up and walked to the transparent carved glass kitchen, opened the cabinet on the wall, and there were indeed various coffee beans in the squares—waiting for him to hold the freshly made coffee beans. The brewed coffee and milk tea walked back to the living room, the two of them had already petrified with shocked expressions, okay?

Cyril knew what they were surprised about.Perhaps it was the image of Naiden never leaving his body and the absolutely aristocratic posture that gave them the illusion, as if he was a person who would not even button his buttons without the housekeeper. Business, it feels like the worldview is broken.

Cyril put the tray on the coffee table, and Jeffrey almost stood up, taking the teacup with trembling hands, with a cautious gesture as if he was holding some rare and fragile treasure.Marcus looked at the milk tea with a disgusted look, but when Cyril passed the cup over, he still held the handle of the cup tightly with an ambivalence of disgust and urgency.

"Why did you come here?" Cyril stirred the hot coffee with a spoon, and slightly closed his eyelids, creating a faint threat, but he didn't appear to be asking, "I thought——you know what I'm asking. reason?"

"I, I'm here to help, just to help!!" Jeffrey said quickly.

Marcus gave the soft bone a hard look, but helplessly, he pursed his lips for a long while, reluctantly uttering a few words: "I'm here to find Henry Oliver Jones."

"Then?"

"Ask him to be CEO."

"..." Even Cyril's expression was blank for a long time.

Damn, did he hear wrong?Could it be that the information he read earlier was wrong, Henry Jones was not the original owner of the Simpson car brand that Marcus had just acquired?Marcus bought most of the shares from him to master the brand, and now he wants to ask Simpson's former chairman who holds the highest voice to work for him? ...how did all this happen?

"You sure don't believe I can do it!" Marcus roared, as if offended, a little nervous, staring at him stubbornly, "He loves it—and no one understands Simpson's development better than him trend!"

like?This... Isn't it because Jones is too lazy to take care of the family business, so even if he bears the title of unfilial son, he has to sell his useless property?For such a well-known dandy second generation ancestor, how can he be biased to make people feel responsible?

Even though Cyril was expressionless, Marcus seemed to be able to see some kind of contempt that could not be described in words, and he was about to explode: "I know the situation—the situation in the world will change soon! Because of his He sold Simpson because he couldn't see the prospect, but he didn't know that if he was willing to complete his plan, he would definitely accomplish a lot!"

Cyril's heart skipped a beat, and he felt that Marcus should have spotted the signs of the global economic crisis, and felt that this was a rare opportunity, so he had confidence.That's true...but can you be sure that Jones himself described it to this guy?Could it be that in Jones' mind, it is more important to achieve a lot than to spend a lot of time?

Xi Ruier said lightly: "Are you going to persuade him yourself until he agrees?" How bold.He asked again, "How many times have you failed?"

Marcus fell silent.

"After learning about your intentions, is he willing to sit down quietly and listen carefully to what you say?"

The teeth were clenched so tightly that they creaked so loudly.

The final blow: "Do you think he will be moved by you if you chase after him so hard?"

The bear boy looked like he wanted to flip the table.

He raised his head suddenly, as if he wanted to say something, but when he saw Cyril's eyes, he fell silent again. ... At a certain moment, he almost thought that there was a tolerant and almost gentle gaze in those eyes - no, no tenderness - when he paused to explore with his heart, he could only see the cold light of inorganic matter settling in the deep In the quiet eyes, as always, there is no warmth in the beauty.

His face, which was flushed with excitement, slowly, slowly, turned pale.

"Your Excellency!" Jeffrey finally couldn't help but stop him aloud. A few words shattered all his naive and self-righteous views. He was really afraid that his pride and self-esteem as strong as Marcus would be directly hit. To the point of collapse... Although he was also very depressed.

After a long silence, Cyril slowly said: "Go prepare the materials, detailed materials. Your analysis of the current situation, your consideration of Simpson's development and prospects, sort out the information about Jones, and explore where to start to impress He. In the process of preparing, I hope you can build your own team, technical, or intellectual, but if you have your own team, then Jones will sit in front of you, and all you need to do is convince him .”

"I don't need your help!" Marcas stood up abruptly, glaring at him viciously, the emotions that were so suppressed that the priest suddenly released made him tremble uncontrollably.

Cyril looked at him, then called out, "Jeffrey."

The teammate who was not too stupid stood up and swallowed: "Yes!"

"I need to speak to Marcus alone, can you..."

"I'll go out right away!" Although he forcibly interrupted this gentleman's words, and made him tremble a little just thinking about it, but at this level he really didn't dare to stay any longer, so he rushed out and snatched the door after speaking.

"There's nothing to say!" Marcus roared with the sound of the door closing.He reached out and wiped away the tears.

Cyril slowly sipped her coffee, put down the cup, and watched him cry.

It was embarrassing to see Marcus because of his careless movements.Marcus felt unspeakable embarrassment because those eyes were watching him cry, but he couldn't stop the tears. The previous merciless accusations mixed with the resentment of being abandoned in his heart made him cry more and more. The more aggrieved.

I used to rely on him like a mentor in life, almost thinking that he was the only light left for me, but what he did was to give you a hard blow when you had endless hopes, and let you know that you can rely on Yes, only you can be yourself.But he can obviously prepare a coming-of-age gift for that woman Kane, and can spend so many days by her side, why doesn't he even want to look at him!After throwing him to Mrs. Saffair, she never heard from him again.

God knows that when he suddenly heard his voice before, what he felt was not joy, but embarrassment.It was as if a basin of cold water was being poured from the head to the soles of the feet, and he was shivering so much.

Cyril finally understands that for a child who is emotionally broken, men and women are actually the same, and there is no difference in the way of crying more and more intensely.

"Wipe away your tears." Cyril sighed slightly, "Marcus, you have grown up..."

His voice stopped abruptly.The bear kid actually jumped on him.

It's not a pounce, it's just coming over, grabbing his clothes with one hand, covering his eyes with the other hand, and at this moment, he is afraid of tears falling on his clothes.But too many tears are falling down the fingers. "You can want that woman, why can't you want me?" He lowered his head and cried so hard that his voice trembled, "I'm much better than her!"

Cyril stared at it hesitantly.After a long time, I tentatively—really tentatively, put my hand on his head—and rubbed it gently.It feels weird.

Yes, two children, which one does he value more?In fact, at that time, Saint Langton on the Hunting Goddess had to see him through completely.St. Langton said, you spent more time and energy on Miss Kane, but you were too indifferent to her, even if she stepped into the abyss by herself, you would stand by and watch.He said that the one you are closer to emotionally should be Marcus, but you have indulged him too much, and you are not half as demanding on him as you are on Aurora.

why?

Maybe even he himself couldn't tell.But in fact, he had prepared so many things for Marcus, why didn't he give them to him?Why was he so relieved to be alone when he offered to follow Lady Safeair?After being away from Italy for such a long time, why is the subconscious mind so relieved that even the attention is only given to the subordinates?

"I will look at you and keep looking at you, so you have to go forward." Cyril said in a low voice, "...don't cry."

He recalled that year when the sunset in Florence Square disappeared, the girl he loved was squatting there, hiding her face in her arms and refusing to lift up, tears kept falling, and she said, I am ugly now, don't look at me.

The bear boy came back to his senses, recalling the scene of himself crying to death in someone's arms, and felt that the three views were shattered.Almost running wildly and disappearing into the room—Syril stared at the door that closed suddenly, and laughed a little.

But it feels... really different.

Xi Ruier thought about it for a long time, picked up the mask and put it on his face, and picked up the black coat that was soaked in tears just now.Open the door, take out the lilac from the rattan pocket, put it back in the door buckle, close the door and prepare to leave the floating pavilion.

After walking a few steps, I heard a "click" sound that was almost inaudible, and the whole world suddenly went dark after a brief burn.

All the lights went out in an instant and unexpectedly.

This is in the depths of the corridor. There are closed rooms on both sides, and the moonlight cannot penetrate. After losing the lighting, the entire field of vision will have no light.Cyril stood quietly in the dark for a while, even the sound of her own heartbeat could be heard clearly, her hands clenched tightly into fists.

"Go away." He suddenly said coldly.

He couldn't hear any sound, and couldn't feel any existence, but he just said a word like this, so abruptly and disgustingly.

There was a long silence, and then a clear voice resounded in the darkness, extremely gentle, extremely pleasant, ethereal and melodious like the sound of an organ in the wilderness, but sleepy and careless, from the bottom of the bone, even if it was as low as dirt. Without any loss of arrogance: "If you don't speak, maybe I'll just look at it for a while and leave."

Before this person opened his mouth, he was standing in a certain corner of this space—but Cyril couldn't find his existence at all!

The tense muscles from being too tense made Cyril feel unimaginably tired, but he didn't dare to relax his vigilance at all.Yue Mo felt that it was not good to stay still for a long time, so he slowly stretched out his hand, trying to get close to the nearest wall.

"Where are you going?" said the voice.

Even with the honorifics, speaking in the tone of this unknown person, there was no trace of respect.That kind of momentum, even if the great thing falls in front of him, he can still treat it in a contemptuous tone.The sentence "Where are you going" is no different from "Where can you go" in his mouth!

There was another awkward silence.

"I have always felt that for you, the same mistake should not be made a second time." With light and steady steps, approaching from far and near, the voice carried a careless smile, but there was a kind of depression in the smile Feeling very deep emotions, like hatred, but also like restraint, "Why do you still come here?"

Cyril tried to lean to the side to avoid it, but almost at the moment when this intention appeared, one hand grabbed his wrist accurately and firmly, and instinctively struggled a bit, the other hand was placed on the On his waist, the moment he hit back hard with his elbow, his whole body was embraced into an embrace.It seemed that every movement he made would lead to more oppressive behavior. The moment he realized this, he didn't even dare to move again.

But he was really a little nervous, especially when facing a stranger who might attack him at any time.In such a completely oppressive situation, the more calm you are like Cyril, the more unspeakable fear you will feel.The almost fainting dizziness made Xi Ruier confused for a moment, and then with goosebumps all over the body, it was the feeling of convulsions in the stomach that almost nauseated.

"Let go of me." He said with difficulty and calmly, exhaling foul breath.

What responded to him was an arm that tightened more and more tightly.The person behind him even lowered his head slowly, resting his forehead on his shoulder confidently - this person is much taller than him.During the brief touch, Cyril suddenly realized that he wasn't wearing a mask!

"I want to invite you to dance." The low voice sighed like an aria.There was an illusion of tenderness, but Cyril could sense the killing intent that was suppressed so deeply that it was hard to find.

It's really hard for people to figure it out, this stranger seems to want to tell him to die, but why is he behaving like this?

Cyril was silent.The whole person exudes deep resistance.

"King's invitation to dance, you can't refuse." He leaned his chin on his shoulder instead, hugged him tightly, and said with a smile.

Cyril's pupils shrank, touched by a certain noun in these words?This person... the King that Lawrence said?If he was relying on Meilan's rules to say something about inviting dancers, that's why his tone was so reasonable?

At a certain moment, the force at the wrist was suddenly so strong that it was almost choked—Syril was startled, and was forced to let go of his tightly clenched fist, and then felt a warm liquid, slowly flowing from the palm of his hand. Drip to fingertips.

Cyril's hand was too tight, and she pierced her palm unconsciously.

After a long time, the strength around his waist relaxed, and the other hand picked up the jacket on the ground, pulled out the chest scarf in the pocket, and slowly helped him tie up the wound on the palm of his hand caused by too much force.The slender and tough fingers even slowly touched every knuckle of his fingers, trimmed the natural nails, and finally touched his hands to his lips, and gently branded a kiss.

"Are you in pain?" He said in a low voice, and after a long time, he seemed to be talking to himself again, "Actually, I'm in a little pain."

"...Who are you!" Cyril said coldly.

"Heh," a mocking laugh sounded in the darkness, and he said lazily and contemptuously, "Yes, who am I?"

The sinister voice in the voice snakes like a snake, murderous intent is everywhere.But a scalding liquid fell onto Cyril's hands unexpectedly, and he even trembled for a moment because of the temperature, only to be belatedly aware of what it was.

Ridiculous isn't it?What is this man... doing?Why are you crying? !

Cyril fought the urge to shake the hand away from the man, but he couldn't stop the trembling of his fingers.

And besides the self-resentment, Cyril also had great confusion.The most intuitive point is that he can't feel this person's emotions at all.He seemed to have no emotions in the first place, the illusion of straightforward killing intent and tenderness that Cyril thought—even ridicule and sadness, seemed to be like lines drawn on white paper, ambiguous.

There was another long silence, because the killing intent was too strong, and Cyril didn't dare to take any action before he was not sure whether it would come true.So when he almost thought that this man would hold his hand and go on, he heard the sound of double footsteps pattering far away, and the voice of the bear boy muttering and complaining was a little vague.

——"Hello? Hey! Why is there no light? Power outage? Damn you sure he's still there!"

Footsteps could be heard approaching from a distance.

"Please, don't let me meet you again." The man said, his voice was deliberately lowered, almost like a hallucination.

The stranger finally let go of his hand, and just like when he came, he disappeared here slowly and quietly.

Cyril held his hand firmly, feeling clearly that he was shaking, but he couldn't tell whether it was fear or something else.He remembered that last time he had enough time to say "look forward to the next meeting" like a cat catching a mouse, but this time, he said that he would never meet again.

At a certain moment, all the lights turned on one by one, because of the sudden light, Markus and Jeffrey, who were blind for a moment, covered their eyes with their hands, and it took a long time before they could see things.

In the end, they were surprised to see that His Excellency was still here, facing them sideways, standing in front of the first room.

Jeffrey was very careful, and he found that the lilac that had been buttoned on the door was missing.

Instead, a black rose.

The author has something to say: 4.8

╮(￣▽￣")╭Look at the word count! Damn, because tomorrow is the second break, I will give you two chapters in one!

In the extra episode, it was actually written that Mr. Black Rose’s name is Lance, roughly Lance is CP, that’s right, but I won’t tell you the cuteness in advance... This stuff is really not simple.And you've already guessed that he has a relationship with Cyril, but Cyril doesn't know it.

In yesterday's message, Mingjing Beauty is a sofa, but looking at Yuanwan Beauty's message, there is only two and a half minutes between each other, so the red envelopes are given to both of you~ ummmada~!

4.9

Me, me, me...not fake! !You all know the update time, I just modified it!Revise!Forgive me, there is a chapter where a person appears, I can't help but want to portray this person more in line with his nature.

Believe me, just like what was marked in the episode, Lance is an old enemy!Enemy!

Someone asked me, why must Lance be the CP and not someone else... Actually, according to the character design, I can only spoil it, only Lance can completely belong to Cyril, Ulysses is only half, The other half of his soul was dedicated to innocent and stupid causes, and as for Don, he was the one closest to Cyril, but this man will find himself after all, and he will not belong to anyone.