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For Tang Zhaozong, the higher the prestige of that Tang Zhangwei, the more he needed to get rid of Tang Zhangwei.

After all, Tang Zhangwei was an obstacle that prevented him Tang Zhaozong from satisfying all kinds of desires.

The members of the Thorn Team who were eating around Tang Zhaozong, they now had two different opinions.

Among these people, they thought that they would help that Tang Zhaozong get rid of Tang Zhangwei immediately, so that they could gain power.

There is also a faction of them that believes that Tang Zhangwei has deep roots, and if they fight with Tang Zhangwei, they are likely to give away their lives immediately. Therefore, this faction of people did not agree to fight with Tang Zhangwei and others.

These people advocated reconciliation with Tang Zhangwei and them, and then the group cheated some money and money around Tang Zhaozong, and cheated some delicious food.

These people account for the vast majority, but although Tang Zhaozong is with beautiful women every day, he tends to get rid of Tang Zhangwei.

Wei Wan'er's subordinates had infiltrated the assassin group under Tang Zhaozong, and at this time, we were in a restaurant that was already empty, and all the tables had been cleaned up. In the afternoon, the scorching sun scorched the streets outside the window like fire.

He was extremely melancholy, hopelessly melancholy. He didn't want to change that melancholy. Anger caused him to lose confidence suddenly. The vicious pleasure I was familiar with in him was gone. The shadow of his beard made his entire face appear darker.

It was all in vain, even if the girls at the table were all concerned about him, always preparing drinks for him, the clam broth made especially for him was left out in the cold, and the screens placed for him lost their meaning. Sara and Candida's mother swept away the widow's face and left the cash register to come to him, wanting to hear his opinion.

He endured, barely smiling a little in thanks. Sara was also silent, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Actually, it's one thing, sir. Will you stay in Napoli, or will you go back to Turin with me? ”

"Oh, fatty, you have a lot of questions. Can't you just be honest for a while? He retorted to me in frustration.

It was a party, and it was meant to make him happy.

This was originally what the lieutenant meant, and now everyone is busy with it, trying to make it more perfect. In fact, it is as perfect as everyone wants, from ham to dessert, from fish jelly to champagne-topped seafood.

"When the wine is opened, it is poured into a flask for a more festive atmosphere." The lieutenant commanded.

"Vincenzo, you're such an idiot." Here's what he said about him. "Champagne has never been bottled with a thin neck. Benighted. ”

"This kind of small mistake is not to be taken into account. I won't say anything more. Another tried to defend himself, responding vaguely.

The girls laughed.

"Sarah, why don't you speak?"

Sara didn't speak. Don't you see she's not interested? She's thinking, oh my god, she's thinking too much. ”

"Poor Sarah, thinking with all her heart."

She lowered her eyebrows and endured the ridicule and ridicule of her girlfriends, her hands hidden under the tablecloth.

After a while, she said unhappily, "Now, it's better for everyone to go about their own business and get out of here." Otherwise, what's the point of us gathering here tonight? ”

"Are you uncomfortable, baby?" He asked. This sentence made the girls suddenly quiet.

"I'm wonderful. Why is it bad? You don't have to worry about it. The girl blushed and was amazed.

A yellow butterfly flew and stopped on the dining table, its little wings fluttering wildly. Ines, Michaelina, and Candida all raised their hands, all trying to grab it while they were in the chaos.

"It's all fools." Sara grumbled, but quickly shrugged her shoulders indifferently.

"It's a butterfly." I explained in his ear.

Sara quickly rolled her eyes to me for a moment.

The yellow butterfly escaped from Ines' hand and landed right in front of him, folding her thin wings and resting on the tablecloth. Sara didn't make much effort, reaching out and pinching it with her index finger and thumb.

"See?" She smiled.

"Put it down here, down here." Candida shouted.

She turned a glass upside down and pinned the butterfly inside. The butterfly was whirling, its wings wide open, and the two tentacles on its head were fluttering.

"Alas, it's pitiful."

"What a beautiful yellow color. Look at those dark spots, velvet-like. ”

"Do they really only live for a few days?"

The girls were huddled together on their arms and watching, sweating profusely. At this time, the butterfly had stopped spinning, but its wings were still fluttering slightly.

"My children, what are you doing? A shelter under construction? That's all you do? It's really comforting. The hostess's grumbling rang out at the other end of the room.

"Madame, let them play." The lieutenant responded.

"I like the dark." Sara said.

"Black? The kind of human-faced moth on its wings? What is that? Ines retorted.

"You're depressed today."

"Sarah, she can't get along with you today?"

"I like black, what does it have to do with you." She shot back.

His right hand slowly reached out and slowly touched the cup on the table.

"You mean you like the dark? Definitely? He asked her in a low voice, trying to smile.

"yes. What's wrong? ”

The gloved left hand smashes the glass with a frightening sound.

"Well, it's dark now." He said the hand on the shard of glass was not removed.

"What's going on. How's that? The lieutenant said uneasily, "Didn't you say that everyone is happy at today's party?" ”

"You have two tasks, fatty. My white shirt was sent to the laundromat, washed, ironed, but fast. Buy a few more bottles of champagne. I don't trust others. They will use baking soda to fool around. He said.

"Yes, sir."

"Buy 10 bottles of champagne. That's not too much. I want Fisher-Price pure cards. ”

"Fisher-Price is purely branded. Yes, sir. ”

"You just stop and stop. Don't go out today. ”

"Sarah, she'......," I said tentatively.

"What?" There's something in his words, I think. Body. "I'm not a woman. I hope so. Oh, maybe not. How do I know? She was agitated again. What does it mean if a woman is not a woman? Everyone said I was in love with him. All said so, even my mother, the poor man. People are still laughing at me behind my back. But it's all behind the scenes. But it's not the kind of love they think is mind-boggling, stupid, and tormenting. It was my own decision, my choice. It's like a dog on the street casually following a person and just following him. It's just hopeful, it's just expecting, and it doesn't need to be explained. ”

(End of chapter)

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