Chapter 1289, vomiting blood!

Silent.

Deathly silence.

Jackson took the cigarette case out of the drawer, pulled out a cigar from it, and trimmed it carefully.

For the sake of his public image, he rarely smokes outside. It's a different story in your own home.

Leon's expression was uncertain, and then it turned cloudy.

He looked at the cigar in Jackson's hand with a smile and said, "Oh. Hand-rolled cigars from a workshop in Verba, Cuba. I smell it. ”

Jackson tossed the trimmed cigar in his hand to Leon, and then trimmed another one himself.

Leon lit the cigar, took a puff, and said, "Sir, this is the most wonderful enjoyment in the world." ”

"Yes. I think so too. Jackson said.

"It's unimaginable." Leon said. "It's a terrible feeling that we're now sitting face to face and enjoying a cigar, only to quickly become each other's enemies because of a bad choice."

"Nope. It was a wrong choice for you. But for me, it was the right choice. Mrs. Mary is my mother and I love her. I need her to wake up, to wake up now—that's the most important thing in the world. ”

"But sir—" said Leon. "In that case, why did you agree to this plan in the first place?"

Jackson was silent.

"Are you going to tell me that you didn't think about the consequences in the first place?"

"I underestimated my feelings for Mrs. Mary." Jackson said in a deep voice. "Now that I think about it, it was really a sin. I can never forgive myself. ”

"But have you thought about it, you agreed to this plan before, and took away Mr. Antwan's insurance of 100 million dollars - to make such a choice now is to betray your deal."

"Perhaps." Jackson took a preoccupied puff on his cigar and said, "But Mr. Antwan should not have made this deal with my mother's life in the first place—it was rude." ”

Leon pressed the cigar in his hand into the ashtray on the table in front of him, straightened his clothes, and said, "So, do I need to report this to Mr. Antwan?" ”

"That's your problem." Jackson said. It didn't mean to stand up and send off the guests.

"Farewell." Leon said.

"Mr. Leon, please wait." Franklin said. He turned to look at Jackson and said, "Sir, we need Mr. Antwan's support. They are our friends, and we should choose to be with them - this bottle of medicine is only temporary. It was only for the time being that Mrs. Mary was left unconscious. When this is over, we can always revive her. Just the slightest grievance of Mrs. Mary can bring you great gain—I think even if Mrs. Mary knew about it, she would have agreed. In this world, how can a mother not love her son? ”

"Yes. However, what son in this world does not love his mother? Jackson asked rhetorically. Franklin, help me deliver Mr. Lyons. ”

Seeing that Franklin couldn't get Jackson to change his mind, Leon turned and left.

"Sir, do you really not think about it anymore?" Franklin asked reluctantly.

"Yes. Franklin. Jackson looked up at Franklin, so sincere. You're my close assistant and my best friend - I need your back. ”

"I respect your decision." Franklin said. Then he turned and chased after him.

Love is a car, and every movement can become a mileage on a computer. Meter after meter, accumulating into tens of thousands of kilometers – the longer it moves, the greater the number of words on the dial.

Family affection is like a roller coaster. It can leap into the clouds all at once, and it can quickly fall to the bottom. It can go from zero to a hundred in an instant, and it can also go from a hundred to zero in a second.

Love is boiling soup over a small fire, and family affection is stir-frying on a fierce fire.

The reason why there is such a big gap in family affection is because there is a mysterious blood relationship between people. It's innate, unchangeable, yet deeply ingrained.

Before coming to the United States, Lin Huanxi still had a deep hostility towards her mother. Not only because of the suspicion that she stabbed herself in the back, but also because of the ruthlessness and injustice she had abandoned herself for so many years.

She came all the way to the United States, and she also has the meaning of 'rejuvenating the teacher and asking for guilt' and 'revenge'.

However, after this incident, the figure who had almost disappeared from her memory suddenly became the most important person in her life.

Even Lin Huanxi herself didn't expect that she would cry bitterly in a foreign country holding a handful of that woman's hair.

These days, Lin Huanxi has hardly left her room, she no longer acts as an interpreter for Qin Luo, and is replaced by Xiaoling with full authority. Even, she didn't go downstairs to eat. Every time, Qin Luo sent it to her.

Her expression was calm, but depressed.

She didn't say a word, but she was sad.

Therefore, as long as there is time, Qin Luo will return to the room to talk to her.

"During dinner today, Wang Yangxin suddenly asked-Tony Leung and Leslie Cheung made a movie with the same love theme, what is the name?"

Then Xiaoya was very excited to answer-"chūn light early #ejaculation"." Qin Luo said with a smile. What's even more amazing is that Xiao Ling even nodded affirmatively and said-yes, that's the name. Seeing everyone laughing, the two of them realized that they had said something wrong. ”

In fact, this joke was not something that happened at today's dinner table, but a 'joke message' received on Qin Luo's mobile phone. He reinvented it and then told it through the mouths of the characters around him to add realism and fun.

Sure enough, the corners of Lin Huanxi's mouth grinned.

Even so, Qin Luo's heart still felt extremely satisfied. It's been a few days, where has Lin Huanxi ever shown such a happy expression?

"They're idiots." Qin Luo said. "Even people like me, who almost don't watch movies, know that its name is "Premature Ejaculation"."

So, Lin Huanxi finally couldn't help laughing.

Qin Luo secretly thanked God that he told such a vulgar story, just to make a smile. If Lin Huanxi can continue to laugh like this, let him dance a striptease for her every day - as long as she is willing to laugh.

Lin Huanxi looked at Qin Luo and said, "This is not your style. ”

"Really?" Qin Luo looked at Lin Huanxi and asked, "What is my style?" ”

Lin Huanxi thought about it seriously, shook his head and said, "I can't say it." ”

"I don't know what my style looks like." Qin Luo stepped forward and hugged Lin Huanxi tightly, and said in a low voice: "I just want to tell you a story that can make you happy-as for the content of the story, there is nothing to care about." Do you still need to be polite and polite when telling jokes to your wife in your room? Besides, I'm not a well-mannered person. ”

Lin Huanxi was very moved and said, "I rushed to the United States, but I couldn't help you." I'm really sorry. ”

Qin Luo slapped Lin Huanxi's ass lightly and said, "Why are you still so polite with me?" You are my wife, and you are not allowed to say anything like 'I'm sorry' or 'sorry' to me in the future. You do what you do and don't do, as long as you can be happy. ”

"Besides, you are responsible for the fact that we were able to destroy their base." Qin Luo was worried that mentioning this would make Lin Huanxi 'touch the scene', so he quickly changed the topic and said, "I think, we can go back soon." No matter how good the United States is, it's someone else's country after all -- and besides, I don't like to eat steak all at once. I can't get enough bread. ”

"Hmm. Let's go back. Lin Huanxi said. She looked at the small box on the table, her eyes were red, and she said, "Take her back." ”

The two were hugging each other and talking about love when there was a quick knock at the door.

Qin Luo walked over and opened the door, and saw Xiao Ling standing at the door panting, and said, "Doctor Qin-quick-quick." Mrs. Mary began to vomit blood again. ”

(PS: Chapter 3.) Now the red ticket every day is in fourth and fifth place. It's very demoralizing. Lao Liu is working hard, I hope you can accompany me. ）