The tears on his face had not yet dried.

The wind blows on the face and feels cool.

"Bang bang bang-"

Outside the window, gunshots rang out one after another.

Lin Man only felt that her heart was tangled, and she was worried about Lin Zhaoyang's situation.

Don't think about it, it must be Lin Zhaoyang's traces that have been discovered.

"What are you thinking?"

Suddenly, the jaw was pinched violently by two slightly cool fingers.

The man's deep and sticky voice sounded from the side, and Lin Man came back to his senses and looked at the man in front of him.

The man in the black vest has every muscle on his body as if to show strength and full of male hormones.

That's Connor's unique temperament.

Lin Man looked into Connor's eyes, "Why are you here?" ”

"Who are you crying for?"

Connor ignored Lin Man's question, his thumb wiped the tears from her face, and his lips straightened into a line: "That person just came to you?" Who is that person? ”

"I didn't see anyone."

Lin Man replied coldly, she lowered her eyelids, unwilling to look into Connor's eyes: "Let go, Connor, you are overdue." ”

Connor's fingers twitched slightly.

Then he squinted his eyes violently, and his tone seemed to be a little disdainful: "Do you think that you are the fiancée of the little master, and I can't touch you?" Euphelia. ”

"You should call me little lady."

Lin Man's voice was extremely cold, obviously when facing Connor before, he was still lacking in confidence, but at this time, he seemed to be bold, and he was particularly calm, he frowned, a little puzzled, why Lin Man suddenly changed so much, could it be that Charles said something to her in the evening?

Lynman lifted his hand and gently squeezed Connor's hand holding her chin.

The soft fingertips are like a soft cloud.

He gently pinched Connor's fingers, "So, Connor, you do this to me, does Charles know?" ”

Connor narrowed his eyes.

In the bottom of my heart, it seems that heaven and man are at war.

It's a pity that Lin Man didn't look into his eyes, so naturally he didn't read what kind of mind he was thinking.

Connor let go of his fingers.

"I'm sorry, little lady."

He took a step back, as if stunned by Lin Man's words.

Lin Man nodded reservedly.

"You came to my room in the middle of the night, what's wrong?"

"I just broke into a little mouse, I'll check to see if the little mouse has touched anything valuable."

Lin Man sighed.

The serious face finally changed, revealing a bit of indescribable melancholy: "Then you can go, no one has been here since I came." ”

"Huh? Really? ”

"Hmm...... I couldn't sleep with a headache, and naturally I knew that no one had been here. ”

Connor looked at Lin Man and walked to the window: "You are not in good health, and it is easy to catch a cold when you open the window to sleep, so I'll close it for you." ”

Lin Man only felt uncomfortable with dry and hoarse eyes.

The heart is heavy.

She nodded: "Good ......"

"Then I'll take my leave."

Connor, like the most loyal courtier, slowly retreated from the room he had left, turning off the lights before leaving.

The room was instantly darkened.

In the silence, Lin Man could still hear the voice outside: "How is it?" ”

"Killed."

The sound of the wind drifting in and out.

Three words, the heaviness made Lin Man's heart shrink suddenly.

Then the tears fell.

The overwhelming pain struck again. ，

Only this time, Lin Man only felt extremely conscious.

She endured the pain, climbed out of bed, held the pistol she had just thrown away tightly in her arms, gritted her teeth, and opened her eyes wide, looking at the ceiling, night to dawn.

…………

Cosimo Castle.

Charles was dressed in silk pajamas with a red wine glass in his fingertips.

There wasn't much emotion in the emerald pupils, just looking out the window faintly, at the crescent moon at the top of the woods.

Old Cosimo finished his business and came out of his study.

Some chubby faces are tired that can't be hidden.

When he went out, he saw his favorite son looking at the moon with a melancholy face, and the old Cosimo was stunned, but he still walked over: "Drinking? ”

"Daddy, do you want a drink?"

Charles wasn't surprised.

Reaching out and taking a glass from the side, he poured a glass of red wine.

Obviously, the cup was prepared a long time ago.

Cosimo Sr. also understood that Charles was waiting for him.

He happily pinched his wine glass and looked at Charles suspiciously: "Looking for me?" ”

"It's nothing, it's just that I can't sleep."

"Why?"

Cosimo Sr. took a sip of red wine.

Although he was fat, his delicate facial features could still see the handsome face of his youth, and he turned his head to look at his proudest son: "Are you thinking about your fiancée?" ”

The tone was a little astringent.

Honestly.

This son is smart, measured, and low-key.

Compared with the fools born to other mistresses, the son born to him by Cicada Niang is simply a perfect heir.

There is no shortage of mental strength, means, and more.

The only thing that is different from Cosimo is that it is not close to women.

After all, the Mistress culture of the Cosimo family has a long history, and there was once a head of the family, and the most powerful mistress was the Queen of Italy at that time.

"Euphelia is good."

Charles covered his face and smiled, obviously very happy: "If it wasn't Riley's wife, it would be even better." ”

Old Cosimo was a little unimpressed: "She's Euphelia now, not Linman." ”

"She'll regain her memory."

Charles took a sip of red wine.

Turning around, he looked at his father, and there was a melancholy in his emerald pupils.

"What if that happens?"

Cosimo Sr. pursed his lips.

After all, he didn't speak.

Of course, Charles didn't think about hearing anything from the mouth of old Cosimo, after all, in the eyes of old Cosimo, it was okay for Lin Man to be a mistress, and it was better to be a wife, forget it, after all, it was very unreasonable to face the Riley family for a woman.

It's better to have a good night's sleep before Riley has his hands free to clean up Cosimo.

It's like the original Queen of Italy.

Don't think that it lasts forever, and it is the best thing to have it.

"Charles, isn't it okay not to get married?"

"Dad, I don't want my woman to become a second my mother."

The expression on old Cosimo's face suddenly became extremely sad.

The momentum on his body also became heavy.

"Charles, you don't understand what happened back then."

Charles's emerald eyes, which seemed to glow in the moonlight, were crystal clear, and penetrated directly into the heart of old Cosimo.

"Some people, if you don't work hard, you can get all of her, Charles, anyway, I really loved your mother."

Charles nodded.

"I know."

Cosimo Sr. patted Charles on the shoulder, turned and walked away.

Two people, one standing and one walking, knew that some things had changed in such conversations.

I didn't explain it, but I knew what they thought.

Charles didn't like to smoke.

It's as if Charles didn't like to have a mistress either.

It's not that he won't, it's that he's reluctant.

However, at this moment, Charles wants to smoke, he wants to learn from those people, to see why, what he inhales is smoke, and what he exhales is worry.

He pinched his fingers.

Look at the crooked round of the crescent moon.

"Cosimo, it's rotten."

"Really?"

Suddenly, another voice came from behind him.

It's very gentle.

It's as if spring snow hit Charles's heart.

He turned his head and looked behind him, where a white figure stood behind him.

It was a very beautiful woman, with long blond hair, emerald eyes, fair skin, wearing a cumbersome long skirt, on the skirt, Shaman layered, in the breeze, beautiful not like a real person, her red lips raised slightly: "Charles." ”

"Mosia."

Charles turned his head to look at the beautiful woman.

There is not the slightest ripple in the emerald pupils that are almost identical to those of a woman.

"Why are you here?"

Mothea walked up to Charles, her slender fingers, gently hugged his waist, put her ears to his chest, and her cheeks flushed slightly: "Long time no see, Charles." ”

Charles frowned: "Let go." ”

He didn't like her touch.

No, it should be said that Charles didn't like anyone's touch, even to the point of disgust.

Mothea turned a deaf ear, her fingers nimbly stepping over the layers of obstacles, reaching directly into the hem of his clothes, caressing the man's abs.

She took a breath, "I miss you so much. ”

"Fuck off."

Charles reached out and pulled Moxia away, pushing her away.

Mothea took two steps back and pulled out her hand.

She looked at Charles with complaining eyes, and cried: "Charles, why are you so cruel to me? Obviously I am the only one who loves you like this? ”

"Mosia, go back to Italy, now."

Mothea sniffed, and the sobs on her face disappeared for a moment.

"I heard from my dad that you're getting engaged?"

Charles wrinkled his eyebrows: "Why can't I get engaged?" ”

"The men of the Cosimo family are not engaged, Charles, you should know." Mothea tilted her head, looking innocent: "Or do you want to cancel your own inheritance?" ”

"It's none of your business, Moshea, you should go to your fiancé."

"Nope."

The three words of fiancé seemed to stimulate Mosia.

Her face distorted for a moment: "That disgusting man is not my fiancé at all, I obviously only love you alone, why did you ask my father to engage me to that disgusting man?" ”

"Mothea, you've grown up, it's time to pay for your family."

When Mosia heard this, tears came out of her eyes.

The emerald pupils were as clear as if they had been washed by water.

The people of Cosimo's family are all beauties.

Especially women, every beauty who goes out is a beauty who can stir up the storm, but almost all of these beauties are married to Italian families.

Moxia is no exception.

She pinched her fingers and looked at the 'negative man' in front of her accusatory.

Charles looked at Mosia: "Why did you suddenly come to the United States, shouldn't you take bridal classes in Italy?" ”

"Bridal course? Lessons that only teach women how to please men? It's okay not to do it. ”

The anger on Mothea's face was a little deep, and suddenly, her eyes fluttered, and her body was weak and boneless towards Charles: "However, if you are willing to please me, I am not willing to take some such classes." ”

Charles pursed his lips: "Don't sell it, let's say, why did you come here?" ”

The expression on Mothea's face instantly cleared.

There was uncontrollable coldness in his voice: "What have you done, the Italian industry has been attacked in fifteen places in one day, and those companies that have been attacked, all of them have attended the meeting of the parliament without exception, because Hua Guo called the parliament and asked for Cosimo. ”

Mothea smiled coldly: "There has never been an accident in Italy in my hands, so the only possibility is that you are here, what have you done?" ”