"What are you looking for that Bichi?" Suzanne pouted, making no secret of her disgust for Lady Ellie.

Looking at her with a huffing face, Wren smiled and spread his hands: "What are you doing?" It's not about her anyway. ”

He is quite helpless, and the grievances and entanglements between women are often much more lively or complicated than those between men.

With a curled eyelash, Suzanne clasped her hands on her chest and looked at him suspiciously: "You haven't slept with that widow?" ”

"Not really, like I haven't touched you, my girlfriend is not an ornament." Wren yawned and said lazily.

Keisha once said that he was willing to share a man with his cousin Catherine, and because of this sentence, he still had a hint of fantasy that he had the hope of building a crystal palace.

It later realizes that he is purely thinking too much, and that Keisha is as possessive of him as he is of her, and she will never share a man with another woman.

As for why she looked at her cousin Catherine differently, Wren couldn't figure it out, let alone the strange relationship between them.

"Okay, you wait a minute, I'll give her a call." After a moment's hesitation, Suzanne picked up the telephone receiver on the table, despite not wanting to see the widow.

Fingers twirling the dial, Suzanne suddenly remembered Wren's girlfriend, what a beautiful woman she was.

Although she had only seen Keisha once, she was still impressed, even with the appearance of Lady Ellie's bitch, she was eclipsed in front of her.

…………

The blue sky is like a wash, a round of golden sun hangs in the sky, it is late autumn, the warm breeze blows through the streets, and the sunshine has become warm.

A carriage stopped outside the Thorns Security Company building, and in the carriage Lady Ellie took a deep breath, grabbed the hem of her skirt with her hand, and got off the carriage on tiptoe.

Stepping on pink high heels, Mrs. Ellie reached out to pull her hair, subconsciously showed a wry smile, and entered the reception hall.

To be honest, she really didn't want to come here today, but judging from the current situation, even if she wanted to cut off contact, the other party would not stop.

After greeting the front desk lady, Mrs. Ellie walked slowly down the stairs to the second floor, her fingers clenched white, and her heart was sighing.

She wanted to take advantage of him, but she far underestimated the difficulty and ruthlessness of the other party, and now, not only was he holding the handle, but she was forced to become a pawn in his hands.

After going up to the second floor, the light became a little dim, and Mrs. Ellie was not an ordinary woman after all, and quickly adjusted her mood.

The frowning brow gradually relaxed, and a bright smile resurfaced on her beautiful face.

In the long aisle, light and shadow are intertwined, and between black and white, Mrs. Ellie's red dress is particularly moving.

She had been carefully dressed before she came, her temperament was very different from usual, and she looked very enchanting and charming, and she took out the costume that seduced Baron Carmel in the first place.

The eyelashes are curled, the thin lips are smeared with lipstick, the fiery red dress on her body is like a blooming flower, and the long soft brown-red hair is naturally scattered.

Charming and natural, Mrs. Ellie exudes amazing charm, and her every move looks amorous.

Before, she was just reluctant to sacrifice herself to cheapen him, but once she recognized Allah and moved, she didn't believe it, and she couldn't let that bastard fall under her pomegranate skirt!

But before she could meet Wren, she met an acquaintance, who was her fellow countryman and a former friend of hers.

"Tsk, you're dressed up so fancy, are you going to pick up customers? How much is a night? In the aisle, Suzanne approached her.

Gazing at Lady Ellie with disdain, Suzanne made no secret of the sarcasm in her words.

The plastic sisterhood has long been broken, of course, you don't have to be polite, just tear it up when you meet.

"Huh! Meet again. Mrs. Ellie retracted her thoughts and chuckled a few times.

She strode up to Suzanne and stretched out her hands, like gentle lovers, gently caressing the cowgirl's pretty face.

Her autumn eyes stared deeply at Susanna: "Didn't anyone tell you?" How beautiful you look in your uniform and skirt.

With a shrewd and capable temperament and a bit of wildness between my eyebrows, if I were a man, I really couldn't help but want to tame your rouge horse. ”

Slapping her hand away, Suzanne snorted softly, staring coldly at the once good sister.

"I'm not you, I always want to recommend myself for a pillow seat, saying that it is a noble wife, what is the difference between it and a rogue warbler who exchanges her body for money." Suzanne scoffed unceremoniously.

When Mrs. Ellie heard this, she was not angry, but smiled brightly.

She pursed her lips and snickered, raised her leg and took a step forward, whispering in the cowgirl's ear, "My good sister, don't be so pedantic and incomprehensible.

Words are not a woman's only weapon, there is one more between her legs, and every woman should learn to use it.

Once learned, your own man will become the sword in your hand like a stupid traditional knight, and both swords are free! ”

The voice is straightforward and ambitious, and in Lady Ellie's opinion, the body is a woman's best weapon.

"Bichi, you don't have a chance, he knows what kind of garbage you are, no matter how beautiful you are, you can't compare to his girlfriend." Suzanne said in an indifferent tone.

Dumbfounded, Mrs. Ellie shook her head slightly, and pinched a strand of her hair with her fingers: "You really don't understand men, men like the new and hate the old, which has nothing to do with how beautiful his woman is."

They also like excitement, especially for men who are too strong to be bound by moral etiquette.

Isn't sleeping with other people's wives and dominating other people's women more satisfying their distorted sense of conquest and possessiveness? ”

A wife is better than a concubine, a concubine is better than stealing, and stealing is better than not getting ...... Mrs. Ellie knows very well that the more capital a man is, the more he tends to be spending.

They can easily gain the favor of a lot of women and are unlikely to hang themselves from a tree.

Suzanne was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and staggered past her: "Maybe you're right, he's not the kind of man who is dedicated to his passions.

However, if you want to get something from him, you have to give something, and your body alone is not enough. ”

With her eyes lowered, Lady Ellie whispered, "I don't need you to remind me, I know what I'm doing." ”

She sighed and walked on, the sound of clackling footsteps echoing through the silent corridor.

Chirping~

Holding the cold metal doorknob and pushing open a door, she saw Wren standing by the window.

Her gaze was slightly complicated, and Lady Ellie knew that maybe after today, she would have no way back.