Subtitle of this chapter: Tanabata, may there be lovers in the world who will eventually become married.

"This lifeboat can only be on one more person, which of you two can get on?!"

"Mary Sue, my dear favorite infatuated Mary Sue. Leave me alone, get on board! By the way, please bring this necklace from my family's ancestral Louis-Franccedilois-Cartier, and my soul will be with you even if I die. (Author's note: this Catier is the founder of Cartier.) ）

His blue eyes were as clear as the waters of the Mediterranean, and a bundle of solidified enthusiasm melted Mary Sue in an instant.

"Jack, what if a woman like me is as ordinary as the stone chrysanthemum of Plymouth, as ordinary as lavender of Provence, as humble as the honeysuckle of the Alps, and as boring as the precocious grass of Budapest? This seat belongs to a man like you in a Savile Ro tailored suit. (Author's note: Savile Ro, London's famous menswear street, has been synonymous with high-end menswear in Britain since the mid-19th century.) ）

Her fragmented grammar was like a dense algae in the sea, a mass of shaking souls that entwined Jack in wisps.

"No, Mary Sue. You're on! ”

"No, Jack. You're on! ”

"Sorry, two, the boat is full. You wait for the next one...... Well, this is the last one, figure it out for yourself. ”

"Mary Sue, remember when we met?"

"Jack, are you saying that you mistook my little adventure of stepping over the railing as a little suicide?"

"Yes, that's what I said when I took your little adventure out of the railing as a little misunderstanding of suicide......"

"JACK (MARY SUE), YOU JUMP I JUMP!"

The sloping deck reverberates with fiddlers performing the last of their lives, jumping hand in hand into the icy Atlantic. （The End）

It's finally finished!

Miss Helen Brown stretched, picked up the coffee she had at hand, and poured it into her mouth without thinking......

“HOT！ HOT！ HOT！ Then she was so hot that she jumped.

Mr. John McCall, who was on the side, also jumped three feet high and hurriedly asked, "Helen, are you alright?" I'll help you get cold water! ”

"Hahaha...... "Miss Brown stuck her tongue out like a puppy and gasped for a while, and drank another glass ......of ice water before she regained her ability to speak, "You want to burn me?" ”

"I'm not ......," Mr. McCall still had a small grievance, but he immediately remembered the teachings of "Lord Fool" and immediately changed his words, "It's all my fault, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought such hot coffee." ”

"Hmm......" He bowed his head so voluntarily to admit his mistake, and Miss Brown was not too embarrassed to criticize him more.

Only then did she notice that the other party was wearing an evening dress: "Hey, why are you still dressed so formally at my house, are you going out to eat?" ”

John exclaimed, "Ah, Helen, it's Christmas Eve, and it's six o'clock." Everybody's almost there......"

Miss Brown, who has been writing books all the time, has certainly forgotten about it. She subconsciously looked at the mirror in the study, and saw her unkempt self inside.

"Ah, what can I do?" She slumped in her chair with a sad face and said, "I didn't even prepare clothes for the party, who else can do my hair now, oh my God, I didn't even buy a gift for my parents......"

At this time, I only heard John say proudly: "Helen, you don't have to worry, I'm ready for you!" ”

So saying, he opened the door and beckoned out, and two tailors brought in a splendid but elegant evening gown hanging from a shelf, and behind them was a hairstylist with all his tools, and finally a maid pushed in a small cart full of beautifully wrapped gifts.

Needless to say, this trick was also given to him by our Master Yuan.

"John, you're amazing!" Miss Brown was overjoyed to see this, and she didn't care that there were outsiders. Jumped straight out of his chair onto him. I couldn't help but give him a heavy kiss on the cheek......

"Father, this is Miss Julie Rogers."

The good-looking female musician said in a clear voice, a little shyly, "Merry Christmas, Mr. Chandler." ”

The Teutonic Knight, who had been serious all day, gave a rare kind smile and said very kindly, "Welcome, Miss Rogers. ”

"Are you my brother's girlfriend?" A fifteen or sixteen-year-old blonde boy next to him couldn't help but ask curiously. I have to say that this young man is very handsome, and at first glance he is very Aryan.

Mr. Chandler Jr. hurriedly introduced: "This is my brother Heinche......"

Then he pointed to a blonde beauty on the other side and said, "This is my sister Eva......"

Miss Eva Chandler is also very good-looking, definitely no worse than Miss Aynica, and her figure is more "strong" but not graceful, worthy of a real dragoon.

Mrs. Chandler, the hostess of the house, also died in 1918 because she contracted the Spanish flu like Tang Baoyue, and now there are only four people left.

Miss Rogers smiled and said, "Hello, Heinche, Eva. By the way, I brought you a gift. ”

The two sisters and brothers said in unison: "Thank you......"

While the three of them were unpacking gifts in the living room, the Chandler father and son smoked and chatted in a low voice.

"Yuri, did Mr. Yuan really decide to do that kind of business?"

"Yes, father."

Like most fathers and adult sons in the world, their relationship was originally a little rusty, but after this lawsuit, the relationship between the two became more harmonious. Although Mr. Chandler Jr. did not tell his father the whole truth, he did reveal some inside information about Yuan Yanqian and the SCP Foundation.

"Yuri, what do you think of this Chinese?" 、

"Your Excellency Justice" smiled bitterly in his heart, "Lord Fool" has been unthinkable to the point of unscience. He felt that no one would believe him even if he told it fifteen-ten, including his father.

So little Mr. Chandler said vaguely: "Father, he is really special and very ...... Well, ambition. ”

"Oh, what kind of ambition?"

Naturally, it is the ambition to start a world war.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "That's it...... Well, become an important historical figure. According to the saying of their Seris, if you can't eat a feast cooked in five large pots when you are alive, then you will go and be a feast cooked in five large pots. ”

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Finally caught up, so tired. After the end of the first volume, Murong had to apply for a few days off.