The memory of taste is very long-lasting, all the food is eaten to the end, if it is just food, it may be a little bland, the aftertaste is insufficient, you must eat a little human flavor, eat a little affection.

The taste of hot pot will only be understood after trying it yourself. Spicy and delicious, each fresh ingredient becomes delicious and juicy inside, making it difficult to stop eating one bite after another, even if it gets hot.

As the butter hot pot is soaked for a long time, the taste of the hot pot becomes more and more fragrant, and the meat is also more and more delicious, and the familiar taste that makes people linger is not just a soul-stirring taste.

Full of wine and food, a bottle of flying to the bottom, Arthur at this time was already drunk, perhaps it was the familiar atmosphere, familiar smell, familiar voice, made him very comfortable and comfortable, and also made his drunkenness more and more intense.

After returning to the villa, Arthur quickly fell asleep drunk, and he had a long, long dream, and the pictures in the dream were some memories of his previous life.

"Whew-"

In the early morning, when Arthur opened his sleepy eyes and saw the bright sunlight shining through the gap in the curtains, he couldn't help but exhale a breath full of wine.

"Huh?"

Arthur was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, which was still a little dizzy, sat up, rubbed his cheeks with his hands, lifted the quilt and went to the ground, reached out and pressed the bell service at the wound, and walked into the bathroom.

After taking a shower and washing up, Arthur changed into a loose casual suit, walked out of the bedroom, and went downstairs, where the maid at the staircase was already smiling and waiting, and sent a good morning greeting.

The table in the dining room had been set up for a hearty breakfast, ironed, and a very flat newspaper had been placed in the corner of the table, of course, the newspaper was not ironed for the sake of aristocratism, but to kill the germs on the newspaper, and at the same time to dry the ink in the paper to prevent his fingers from getting dirty after reading the newspaper.

"Whoa—"

After Arthur sat down, he picked up the "Times" and unfolded it, and quickly skimmed through the headlines of the major pages, and when he saw on the financial page, Asian stock markets rose across the board in anticipation that the Fed would re-emphasize that interest rates would remain extremely low for a longer period of time tonight. Later, the Bank of England also announced this morning that it would keep the benchmark interest rate unchanged at 0.5%.

He knew that he had talked to Smith Jama before, and the content of the prediction had become a reality, and the Bank of England's interest rate decision would not only set off a huge tide in the foreign exchange market, but also push up the price of gold.

"It's a great day!"

Closing the financial page, Arthur raised the corners of his mouth, muttered happily to himself, put the newspaper aside, and began to enjoy his breakfast.

After breakfast, Arthur looked at the time, sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in no hurry, drinking black tea while flipping through the newspaper, as if waiting for something.

Even if the British stock market rose at the open and gold rose as expected, he didn't rush to the investment company, looking at those cute, beating numbers, and experiencing the joy of lying down and making money.

It wasn't until 9 o'clock that Arthur picked up his mobile phone and called Alamuddin, first after a greeting greeting, Arthur told Amore that he was going over to send her a magical medicine, and under Aimo's weak excuse and his insistence, Arthur learned the good news that Amore was home alone, and hung up the phone without saying a word and rushed to the apartment where the beauty was.

"Ding-dong-"

"Here we are... ”

Arthur, who was standing at the door, vaguely heard Aimo's shouts and the sound of heavy objects hitting the floor, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Click-"

The door opened, and Arthur saw Aimo, who was wearing a white sweater, a pair of black loose slacks, a pair of slippers, crutches, light makeup on his face, and black shawl curls tied into a ponytail, showing a sunny smile.

"To you, I wish you a speedy recovery-"

Arthur held a bouquet of pink awakening roses in his hand, with pink bellflowers, and lover's grass in front of Aimo, the corners of his mouth rose, and Aimo's bright eyes with a sweet smile looked at the bouquet in front of him, flashed a touch of brilliance, leaned forward and smelled it, his beautiful eyes smiled, and said softly: "Thank you, but... ”

Arthur saw that Aimo gestured to the crutches under his arms, and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry. ”

"Hehe, come in. Aimo smiled sweetly, got out of the way, and let Arthur enter the door, and the beautiful eyes looked at Arthur with more incomprehensible colors, pink roses and pink bellflowers, Aimo is no stranger to this words, 'You are the brightest light in my life'.

Tsk,It seems that this little nai dog,It's really thinking about himself.。。。

"I'll help you—"

As soon as he entered the door, after Arthur closed the door, he hurriedly reached out to help Aimo, I have to say that Aimo, who is 1.73 meters tall, looks tall and slender like a bamboo pole, but the curve of the body is very graceful, not only is it very material, the visual inspection is at least thirteen plus, and the meat is grown in the place where the long rou should be, it seems that she usually attaches great importance to the shaping of the body, a rare good figure.

"No, thank you, I can do it myself, I can use that vase... Aimo walked cautiously on crutches, walked into the living room, smiled and stretched out his finger and said.

"Okay, I'm going to decorate some water... Arthur put down his bag first, then walked over quickly, picked up the bouquet and vase and walked into the kitchen, Aimo looked at Arthur's tall back, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

"After a night's rest, how do you feel today, is it still painful?" Arthur walked back with the arranged bouquet and placed it in the middle of the table in the living room, and reached out to help Aimo with great concern, and when she sat down on the sofa, he put her crutches aside, sat down next to Aimo, and asked.

"It's okay not to move, the swelling is worse than yesterday, but the doctor said it is a normal phenomenon, and the swelling will go down in a few days. Aimo looked at Arthur and smiled.

"Let me see—"

With that, Arthur left the sofa, squatted down, carefully picked up Aimo's cold white slender feet, looked at the red and swollen ankles, looked up at Aimo with slightly red cheeks and said: "I brought you the special medicine of the mysterious ancient oriental country, specifically for this kind of sprain, you wait a minute... ”

Arthur reached for his briefcase, took out the safflower oil from it, sat directly on the carpet, put Aimo's feet on his tui, opened the safflower oil and poured it on his hands, rubbed his hands, and began to carefully apply MO massage to Aimo's ankles.

Smelling some pungent smell, Aimo frowned slightly, feeling, looking at Arthur's focused appearance, her cheeks suddenly felt a sharp rise in temperature.

At this time, Arthur had already begun to imagine, from ancient times to the present, the in-depth and detailed depiction of women jiao under the pen of many literati sao guests has cast a veil of "literature and art" on women's jiao.

Some people say that anyone who has seen a pair of beautiful jiao is hard to forget in this life. It is also said that hands are a woman's inheritance, and jiao is often more exciting, more dense, and more intimate.

"Ahem... Almost, right?"

I don't know how long it took, a breath of Aimei had been diffused in the living room, and Aimo, whose pretty face was flushed and had a disordered heartbeat, coughed lightly twice, and asked in a trembling voice.

"Huh?"

Arthur woke up, looked up at the shy and embarrassed Aimo, and said with an embarrassed smile: "Sorry, I'm a little distracted... ”

With that, Arthur carefully put on Aimo's slippers, then got up from the carpet and sneered, "I'll wash my hands first." ”

Looking at Arthur's somewhat embarrassed back, with a poof, Aimo covered the red CHUN and laughed coquettishly, okay, this little nai dog is really interesting. Thinking of his restlessness before, he couldn't help laughing at himself, it seems that he is really too open.

"How does it feel? Does it have any effect?" Arthur, who walked back, sat directly next to Aimo, looked at Aimo with burning eyes and asked.

"Well, yes, it's hot, I think it's healing, I didn't expect it, it's really magical!" Aimo and Arthur looked at each other and smiled sweetly, but for the burning gaze like substance, Aimo still took the opportunity to look away, to be honest, she was a little worried that the little nai dog would not be able to restrain her emotions.

"It's good if it works, apply MO again at night, I think it will speed up the healing, cough cough... I'll go first, there's still a meeting to open, you have a good rest, you don't have to get up to see me off, I'll go by myself... ”

"Thank you, Arthur, for everything. Aimo wanted to get up, but Arthur's hand pressed on her shoulder to stop her, and she looked up at Arthur with a very sincere expression.

"Hehe, we are friends, you're welcome, I'll come over to see you again when I have time, you can call me if there's anything, it's okay if you're bored. Arthur smiled mischievously and winked at Elmo's eyes.

"Hehe, okay, then you pay attention to safety on the road, I won't get up to see you off. Aimo said softly with a smile like a flower.

"Well, I'm leaving. Arthur smiled slightly, picked up his briefcase, waved at Aimo, and left quickly, the moment he closed the door, Arthur's mouth was smacking, and he could still hear it vaguely, it was so white, I don't know how KOU feels...