Lawrence's group of fox friends are all noble sons and daughters near his family's territory, because Lawrence's family's territory contains a dense mountain forest and beautiful scenery, so they often invite a few beautiful young ladies to visit here.

It was at a group party like this that Lawrence met Deborah West, fell in love at first sight, and fell in love from then on.

Carlo and Charles rode for a quarter of an hour or so, and finally arrived at the agreed place.

It's a small river, a meadow full of lavender and dandelions, and a bush full of berries, butterflies and bees dancing among the flowers.

There were already people waiting for them there, Lawrence's son-in-law friends, and the young lady and their respective servants they had brought.

"Lawrence.." Charles suddenly pointed to a person in the crowd in front of him and exclaimed, "Look how beautiful our Miss Deborah is today... Oh, it's like someone who came out of an oil painting.."

Carlo looked in the direction he was pointing, squinting slightly, and found Miss Deborah, who had haunted him according to Lawrence's memory.

With pale pink curly hair, apricot eyes and cherry lips, and smooth skin like milk, she obviously has a girlish and pure temperament, but the towering chest and straight buttocks add a different sense of charm to her, she is indeed a stunner, and it is no wonder that Lawrence will be fascinated.

Carlo retracted his gaze, glanced at Charles, and smiled lightly, looking confident and victorious.

Carlo's appearance made Charles extremely unhappy, and he couldn't wait to see Lawrence, the idiot, start his show in front of the beautiful ladies, it would be funny.

Charles couldn't help but chuckle, and then shouted loudly, "Friends, look who of ours is coming.."

"Wow~" Several aristocratic sons and brothers by the river all shouted cheeringly.

The faces of these people were often in Lawrence's memory, usually with a sneer. For the aristocratic young masters who have nothing to do and do not learn, finding fun in a boring life is all they have.

"Hey Lawrence, I haven't seen you in a long time.." A young man with blond hair strode towards Carlo with open hands, a smile on his face that was bright and sincere, but the next sentence...

"So you haven't been whipped to death by your mean daddy... Hahaha.."

Everyone laughed exaggeratedly, including Charles, who was the norm for them to take pleasure in making fun of Lawrence, the most cowardly.

But today's situation seems to be a little different.

The smile on Carlo's face was little by little, and a faint look swept over each of them, and the laughter was cut off like a knife.

"Is this funny?" Carlo shook his head, "It's not funny at all." ”

Then he dismounted and walked slowly past them, and everyone couldn't help but shiver, and their bodies trembled subconsciously.

"Oh.." When Carlo walked away, the blonde young man had a look of disbelief on his face: "What's wrong with me today.."

The rest of the people did the same, except Charles, who looked at Carlo in disbelief.

Carlo walked straight towards the aristocratic maidens who were sitting on a beautiful tablecloth with their legs bent.

"Look, it's Lawrence. ”

"It must be for you again, Deborah."

The girls whispered, and Deborah caught a glimpse of the nasty and familiar figure, trying to dodge, but it was clearly too late.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Each one of you is brighter than the morning light.." Carlo bowed politely and did the most standard aristocratic etiquette, elegant and modest.

"Lawrence.." Deborah suddenly interrupted him first, "Are you going to read me any more love poems... If so, please spare me.."

Deborah's face showed a look of helplessness, and the rest of the girls sneered, if it was Lawrence in the past, he would have been extremely embarrassed at this time, so he could only leave in a hurry with a red face.

But Carlo didn't care at all, and smiled slightly, "I think you misunderstood, Miss Deborah, I'm not here for you this time."

The girls were slightly surprised, their eyes wandering back and forth between Carlo and Deborah.

Carlo didn't look at Deborah again, but turned to another lovely girl with long chestnut hair, and said with a smile: "Miss Lucinie, you are so beautiful today, even the roses are not as beautiful as yours."

"Me?" was surprised by the chosen girl, glancing at Deborah, then nodding happily, "Thank you for the compliment, Lawrence."

All the men came for Deborah, and the girls were jealous and dissatisfied in their hearts, and it was natural that there was a chance to suppress her.

"These are for you.." Carlo leaned forward slightly, his hands folded, and an elegant and charming smile on his face, and when everyone was attracted by his pale red eyes, large roses appeared in Carlo's hands for no reason.

These splendid beauties gushed out, with an intoxicating floral fragrance and a surprising taste, and captured the girl's heart almost instantly.

"Oh my God, Lawrence.." Lucini exhaled softly, looking at the ripples in Carlo's eyes, "How did you do it, it's incredible.."

The rest of the girls were also amazed, only Deborah had a cold face.

"Just a little magic.." Carlo smiled softly, stretched out his right hand and quickly stroked Lucien's ear, and the next moment, a beautiful butterfly hovered silently over the top of his index finger.

"Oh my God.." The girls' voices of surprise were louder.

The handsome and elegant Carlo stood in front of them, with a faint smile on his face, and butterflies perched between his slender and white index fingers, like a perfect picture.

They suddenly discovered that Lawrence was such a charismatic person.

All the girls couldn't help but blush and their hearts beat.

"For you, Miss Luciene." Carlo stretched out his hand and gently placed the butterfly on the tip of Lucie's hair, which was a real bow, Lucinie's cheeks were slightly red, and the light was shining, and her eyes were full of affection.

"This is truly the best gift ever... Thank you, Lawrence.." Lucini whispered, and looked at Deborah beside her as if showing off, and Deborah's face was already extremely ugly.

Lawrence obviously liked her first, and this bow should have been hers, and Deborah was jealous and hateful.

"Okay ladies, I'm going to go first, so I won't bother you anymore.."

Carlo had an apologetic look on his face.

"Lawrence, you could have stayed a little longer." Lucine's face was full of reluctance, and she added eagerly, "Or, I can go with you."

Her heart was now completely on Carlo.

Carlo just smiled faintly and did not answer, but gave Deborah a deep look: "Goodbye then, Miss Deborah.."

Deborah was suddenly hit by those pale red eyes, and she suddenly felt that Lawrence in front of her was so handsome and charming, she should have noticed it a long time ago. He still likes me, and I won't let him be snatched away by others again.

"Again.. Goodbye.." Deborah waved her hand awkwardly, her face full of girlish shyness.

Carlo, who strayed into the flowers, turned around, flicked the clothes on his body lightly, and slowly left with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.