The first time Honanstine really met Roman was through the family's engagement.

He told himself that he would be the most difficult "friend" in the world, and Roman's aggressiveness from inside his pores made Jonanstine feel oppressed from the same sex.

But for the sake of his sister, it doesn't seem to be a problem either.

Sitting back in his place, Honanstin loosened his pinched, aching hand under the tablecloth.

A man's physique is an innate advantage, his eyes are an acquired character, his ability is the passage of the same sex, and the whole is a weapon to conquer the opposite sex.

Roman sat back in his seat, leaning back in his chair with his legs crossed and staring at his stirring tea, and Honanstin subconsciously looked at his teacup.

The tea that had been calm suddenly appeared in a ring ripple, and the tableware on the table began to vibrate, and Honanstine looked at Roman, who found that Roman continued to look silently at the table that began to jolt.

Something was rushing into this calm and peaceful banquet.

The family is beautiful on the surface, but every family has this unknown wound with blood.

Jonanstine had heard of Frion's troubled marriage, but had never seen it. Looking at the tabletop that kept beating because of the force that charged in the distance......

Roman looked at the door, and Honansteen looked at the door, as if the people in the hall were unaware.

"Flion!" There was a woman who broke open the door and rushed into the hall, some people knew her, some people didn't, she was Flion's wife. She screamed like a crow's crow.

"Let's take a look at the wonders of the family." Roman laughed, his laughter completely drowning out the woman's growl.

"Let me introduce it to you, this is the eldest lady of Zelli, she married into the family and did not receive any preferential treatment, I am really sorry that our family is a bloodsucking worm and sucked the blood of Zelli dry!" Jonanstin subconsciously looked at the woman, who spotted where Flion was standing, and strode towards her husband with the wine glass on the table.

The cold juice splashed on the face of the head of the family, Frione, as if to show the humble side of a family's rise to prominence.

The cold wine dripped on the carpet, and Frione's heart was as calm as ice.

"Why are you here?" He asked calmly.

"Why am I here! Don't you know!" Jonanstin noticed Roman's clenched fist with his peripheral vision, his hand bulging as if he were holding back anger.

"That's all you want to climb! Flion! Unscrupulous, hardworking! Let me guess which family your stepping stone is!"

Jonanstine saw Roman's fist slam on the table, "Vampire? You disgusting woman. The veins on his forehead bulged, and Honanstin knew it was a scar on the Buda family.

Roman smashing the table could not be heard in the distance, but he could hear it, and Honanstin shook quietly.

"Let me introduce the patriarch of the House of Babel." From the moment his marriage began, Frione knew it was a nightmare from which there was no turning back, and he could do nothing but walk quietly through the nightmare.

Marriage is like a chrysalis shell that tightens Frieon's soul, so he hopes that his brother can have a better choice. That's why he can endure a life that ordinary people can't endure.

"I'm talking to you!"

"Robelk will marry Reim, so that the position of the Buda family in Mordu will be more secure." Frio took the towel handed by the family and gently touched his face, and said.

"You don't want to get another piece of the pie from me!" The woman was aggressive.

"I've already set a time for the wedding, just two months later." Come to think of it, he's been putting up with it for seven or eight years, it's incredible. Looking at his wife, who was getting more and more hideous with age, Frieon was indifferent.

"So my words don't count, right, Flion."

Yes, it doesn't count all the time.

The mechanical dialogue is Flie's cold violence against his wife, Frio likes to go home, he hates to return to that "imaginary" home, and the outside world has not been clear about the couple's marriage.

"Probably, yes." Frione wiped the juice dripping from his chin with the towel he handed him.

Who is the bloodsucking worm, the Zelli family naturally knows.

Slapping an adult man is a mental insult. After receiving a slap in the face, Frieon's painless expression told outsiders that this kind of farce often happens.

"I'll ask you to re-answer the question you just asked." Honanstine heard the crisp voice and felt a faint tingling in his cheeks. He was shocked that such a powerful man also had such a humble side.

"I said yes. Robelk, lead people to avoid. Flion motioned for the family to take the guests away.

Honanstine's eyes had been following his sister out of the banquet hall, and Roman's chair suddenly pulled, and Honnendine shouted nervously in such a tense and strange environment.

"What are you going to do!" Roman's family was surprised, and this was Honansdine's greatest concern, and he would not have risked his life if it weren't for his sister.

Roman paused as he got up, and he looked at Honanstine like an animal, his gaze revealing undisguised anger.

"I want a glass of wine to suppress the shock." He said leisurely that Honanstin didn't think Roman was just trying to have a glass of wine to suppress the horror.

He sensed that as soon as the woman burst into the hall, Roman entered a sensitive period that outsiders could not easily detect.

"Please help me get a ......" Watching Roman leave, Honanstin whispered, after being shocked by Roman's actions just now, by the time his eyes returned to the man and woman in the hall, the situation had been reversed.

Frio grabbed his wife's hand and seemed to whisper that the banquet hall was running as if nothing had happened.

The engagement episode between the Buda and the Babel family is like a pebble falling into a pond of water, which ripples but is quickly subsided.

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"If you want to mess with Huang Robelk's marriage, the Zelli family will pay the price." Frieon grabbed his wife's hand fiercely and whispered in her ear.

"I stretched out my hand to let the mosquitoes suck their blood because I wanted to clean them, if you insist on making trouble, just try it." With that, Frione let go of his wife's hand.

An emotionless marriage is like two people wrestling together, and both parties are constantly battling to see who will be brought down.

The winner must be the man, because they are more ruthless.

Apparently Flieon won, outright won. Seeing his wife tremble and let go, the only daughter of Zelli can only be imposing on the surface.

"Go back to your room, I'm not going back tonight." Before leaving, Frieon patted the back of his wife's hand to reassure him that he would never spend the night in a dead home.

This scene was strange in Honansteen's eyes—he didn't know if it would be the same after the attack on Ream.

He's afraid, he's afraid.

Watching Roman lay out a glass of wine in front of him, bubbles hanging on the wall of the glass, like Honansteen's fermenting heart, uneasy and confused.