What is an aristocracy?

Aristocrats are a group of losers who can eat, drink, and have fun every day, and don't have to worry about money.

As long as there is a party, no matter where it is, no matter what the reason, this group of losers will come to join in the fun one by one - of course, Larson's party must come.

The Capets have a very high status in France and even in Europe, and they have to fight to the death of Larsen, the next heir of the Capetian family.

This is the second time that Yan Murong has entered Capet Castle, and he is also the protagonist of this party.

"Mr. Yan, Miss Su, welcome."

As soon as Yan Murong and Su Qingwu walked into the hall, Larson greeted them with a smile. "Feel free to play, and I'll introduce you to some people later."

Yan Murong didn't speak, smiled and nodded, her eyes glanced around, and she saw that Mo Jiana, who was wearing a long white dress, was actually in the crowd, chatting with a few young girls.

As if sensing that someone was looking at her, Mo Jiana turned her head, and when she saw Yan Murong, she said a few words to a few girls, and then turned around and walked over to Yan Murong.

"Your little lover is here, do you want me to avoid it?" Su Qingwu pinched Yan Murong's arm and said with a teasing expression.

"She's not." Yan Murong shook his head helplessly, looked at Mo Jiana who had approached and said. "I didn't think you're here."

"Shouldn't I be here?" Mo Jiana raised her face expressionlessly, looked at Yan Murong, and said. "Have you forgotten our agreement?"

"We don't have any agreements." Yan Murong shook his head. "Besides, I've done what you asked me to help you with—I suppose you can't be unaware, right?"

"I know." Mo Jiana nodded, stared at Yan Murong's eyes, and asked. "I wonder, why are you working with the Capets?"

"Miss Morgana, this doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, does it?"

Without waiting for Yan Murong to speak, Su Qingwu interjected. "I'm curious to know, in what capacity are you questioning my husband? His lover? Or is it a partner? If it's a partner, then I can answer for him - sorry, it's a company secret. If it's his lover, then I'll tell you, we're licensed. ”

Yan Murong smiled bitterly in her heart, thinking to herself, if this woman was jealous, she would really want her own life, no matter what the occasion was.

Secretly glanced at Mo Jiana, and Yan Murong's heart suddenly became cold.

When Su Qingwu finished saying this, a smile appeared on Mo Jiana's face, which had no expression just now. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and a touching smile hung on his face, but it was this small size that made Yan Murong's heart tremble.

Lifting the hem of her skirt, Mo Jiana moved to the other side of Yan Murong, stretched out the exposed Qianqian jade arm, directly grabbed Yan Murong's other arm, looked at Su Qingwu and smiled. "That night, he said to me, 'I am his.'"

As soon as the words fell, Yan Murong felt bursts of pain coming from the soft flesh on his waist.

"Yo, I really didn't see it." Su Qingwu pinched Yan Murong's waist with undiminished strength, looked at Yan Murong with a smile, and said. "When did you Young Master Yan become so long? How do you say such a thing? ”

"Misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding." Yan Murong was about to cry when she was aggrieved. I just said it so casually, and I haven't even developed the actual action, which can be regarded as an attempt to commit a crime at most, but when Mo Jiana said this, it sounds like I have something wrong about her and is confessing to her.

"As a gentleman, you have to walk the talk." Morgana said. "In your Huaxia words, it's called the water that was spilled out of the words - that night, so many people made it, do you want to deny it?"

So, Yan Murong wisely chose to be silent.

Now these two women are pinching each other, he is standing in the middle, and if he says a word, he will be bombarded one more time, and only by closing his mouth and remaining silent is the most correct choice.

Sure enough, seeing Yan Murong poking there expressionlessly, the two women suddenly lost their energy, glared at each other, and then turned around and left.

Yan Murong rubbed his aching waist that was pinched by Su Qingwu, looked at the backs of the two women, and smiled bitterly in his heart. Just now, he was "hugging left and right", and he became a loner in the blink of an eye.

Just as I was thinking about whether to find a corner to fill my stomach first, a voice came from behind me.

"Yan Murong, do you know? I hate you. ”

Hate me?

Yan Murong was slightly stunned when he heard this. Turning his head to look over, standing behind him was Mojana's younger brother, Vincent. Suddenly, Yan Murong felt a layer of goosebumps all over his body.

"I don't know if you went to school or not, but the way you express yourself is really unacceptable to me." Yan Murong looked at Vincent and said. "You old man, you hate another big man, as if I had eaten you clean and then discarded you."

"Whatever you want." Vincent stared at Yan Murong with burning eyes and said. "Shouldn't I hate you for ruining my good deeds?"

"Your good deeds?" Yan Murong said with an innocent face. "Counting today, it seems like I've only seen you for the third time, right? When did I ruin your good deeds? ”

"Maybe you'll figure it out." Vincent said. "I'm just here to remind you, by the way, I hate you."

“――”

Yan Murong was speechless for a while, and he really didn't dare to compliment this guy's vocabulary. Although Huaxia said it well, the words were too far away, and they reminded him, but this guy just didn't listen to persuasion.

"You're just here to tell me you hate me?" Yan Murong smiled, looked at Vincent and said. "So, can I understand that you are here to threaten me?"

"Yes."

Unexpectedly, Vincent nodded his head in acknowledgement without any disguise.

"What I can't get, I'll destroy with my own hands, I don't like to see other people look proud." Vincent looked at Yan Murong with a serious expression. "I'm not going to do anything to you here, but I'm going to kill you when you get out of here."

"Oh? How are you going to kill me? The smile on Yan Murong's face did not decrease, but his eyes narrowed.

"You want to know?" Vincent asked.

"Yes." Yan Murong nodded seriously.

"Okay, I'll tell you then." Vincent shrugged his shoulders and said. "I'm going to put a bomb on your car - of course, I'm not going to just kill you, I just want to destroy your car. Then, a truck would come out and crash the broken car into the Seine, and at the end, I would have people shoot guns into the river -- huh, isn't that funny? ”

"Hmm." Yan Murong nodded approvingly. "With your imagination, it's not bad to go to Hollywood and be a screenwriter."

"Hehe, I think so too." Vincent laughed, a neat row of little white teeth glinting faintly in the light.