William. The smug smile on the corner of Taylor's mouth widened, and he knew that his partner had a cold temperament and disdained to flirt with a strange woman so blatantly. Feeling.

However, in the next second, he couldn't laugh, because the soft and delicate woman pulled her legs and chased after her partner.

William. Taylor, politely reminded by the waiter, quickly paid for the two glasses of tequila, and followed him out of the dance. Hall.

Outside the ballroom, Evans took a few breaths of fresh air, turned sideways, and stopped when he saw the woman who had boldly followed.

The woman was out of breath, took the opportunity, followed, plucked up her courage, stepped forward, and before she could open her mouth, she hugged the man's waist tightly.

William. Seeing this, Taylor smiled, smiled helplessly, waved to his partner, congratulated, turned around, and went back to the ballroom.

Evans was really stunned, and now, the woman put. Even though he's seen a lot, but put. Even if he didn't speak, he sent it to the door, the first time he saw it.

The beauty of this strange woman, so bold to throw herself into her arms, did not make him moved, but added a little vigilance, as if awakened.

Unceremoniously, he jerked away the woman who was tightly hugging his waist, took a few steps back, and beckoned to the approaching taxi.

An approaching taxi was about to stop, and Evans warned the woman with his eyes to stop pestering him and bent down to get into the car.

Through the window, he watched as the young woman straightened up, smiled coquettishly at him, smiled brightly, raised her arms and said goodbye.

Evans cursed in his heart, "Isn't it? These women in Haisha are so shameless that they are hooked up in the street. Lead men. ”

In fact, he prefers reserved women, explained the location to the driver who turned around, and just sat down, feeling movement in his trouser pocket.

He hurriedly reached into his right trouser pocket to inspect it, and pulled out a small Brazilian turtle with a note on its striking shell.

I took the note with one hand, and wrote it in black and white: Viper, I don't take off my pants when I see a beautiful woman. Are you not. How? Tiger Claw is so presumptuous. They all killed a female policeman, but you Interpol don't do anything serious, and you are investigating Ye Tingying's private affairs all day long, which is useless.

That note was small. Not as big as his palm. The words on it were written crookedly. It's not neat, it's not beautiful at all.

It seems that this little note is in a temporary hurry. Writing in a hurry, Evans glanced at the contents and shifted his gaze to his hand.

The little Brazilian tortoise, crawling restlessly in his palm, crawled to the tiger's mouth, fell to the floor of the car, and continued to crawl, crawl.

The little turtle was stuffed in his trouser pocket, crawled for a long time, and finally saw the light, but he still shrank his head and kept crawling on all fours.

The little turtle's shrunken head and constant frightened appearance on all four legs were completely ridiculous, as if he was beaten by his eldest brother and hid in the cabinet, and after being discovered, he kept hiding in the narrow space of the cabinet.

Thinking of this, Evans turned furious, clenched his fist and creaked, raised his foot, and stepped on the little Brazilian turtle with one kick.

The big foot was put down, and there was a loud bang, and the little turtle's shell was still not hard enough, and it was trampled on by a hard-soled leather shoe.

Evans still didn't understand his hatred, looked at the tortoise shells that were broken into a mess, and continued to step on them, and the soles of his shoes collided violently with the tortoise shells, and the sound kept coming.

The driver looked at the angry guest in the rearview mirror, and had already guessed what had just happened, the big man was actually planning with a little turtle.

The guest lost his temper, and the driver dismissed the idea of talking to the guest, and drove attentively in the direction of Yinshawan.

More than half an hour later, Evans got out of the car, the driver trembled and took the two hundred-dollar bills handed by the guest, just took out his wallet, wanted to change, the tall man walked to a villa without looking back.

The driver opened the door of the back seat, looked at the scattered turtle shells, and scolded dissatisfiedly, "The big man is arrogant with a little turtle who hasn't quit milk, alas, you died a miserable death, the corpse was destroyed, the ashes were scattered, the smoke disappeared, and the scum was gone-"

No wonder the driver was dissatisfied and scolded, because he likes to buy some turtles for his son the most, as a pet, he loves the house and the black, his son likes it, and he also likes turtles.

Evans pulled out the door card, and as soon as he opened the door, there was a slight slamming sound from upstairs, and he became suspicious and nervously trotted upstairs.

As soon as I ran to the staircase on the second floor, I vaguely heard a woman's low moaning in my partner's room. Moan, that groan. The groan is full of pleasure. Pleasant and unbearable.

He realized where the slight slamming of the door had come from, and he slowed down his pace and returned to his room.

The black coat that was handmade under the width hung up, and the black leather shoes were inertly put back on the shoe rack, and he went straight to the bathroom to take a hot bath.

Because, Su Wenze's housing requirements for him are to keep the room clean and tidy, and he is not allowed to alter or move the furniture without permission, and he should obey.

After a beautiful run for a hot shower, half an hour later, Evans put on a thick bathrobe and wiped his wet hair with a large towel, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

He kept wiping his wet hair with both hands, leaning against the window, looking out at the darkness outside the window, listening to the ethereal sound of the waves, thoughtfully.

After standing for more than half an hour, the next room, those thick soundproof walls could not block the pleasure. Joy's schoolgirl moaning. The groan finally disappeared.

Evans put the big white towel back on the coat hook in the bathroom, turned off the light, got into bed, and fiddled with the thin tablet.

After more than twenty minutes, knock three times each time, a regular knock came from outside the door, he closed the web page, got up and opened the door.

Su Wenze stood outside the door, dressed neatly in white clothes and white pants, his hair was neatly combed, and he couldn't tell that he had just experienced a fierce bed. War.

Su Wenze opened his mouth to apologize, "Evans, I'm really sorry, my sister came to stay overnight tonight, and I disturbed your hearing just now." ”

Evans shook his head slightly, smiled, and said he didn't mind, "Shouldn't you call her fiancée or wife?" I heard that you will be getting married at the end of the month. ”

At the end of December, Su Wenze and his sister held a wedding at the Wenyue Seaview Hotel, which was hotly discussed by the citizens of Haisha, and he had heard of it.

Su Wenze was silent, turned his head, looked around the back, and asked, "Sister get used to it, do you have good wine in your room?" I want to have a few drinks. ”

It's late at night now, almost one o'clock in the morning, it should be a normal time for work and rest, but he wants to wait for Bai Ruomei to fall asleep before going back to the room.

Evans nodded, dodged to let the man in, closed the door, walked to the wine cabinet, took a bottle of red wine, opened the bottle, and breathed it.

Su Wenze walked to a wide floor-to-ceiling window, looked into the distance, looked at it for a while, retracted his gaze with a lonely look, and sat down on the sofa chair. (To be continued......)