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Chapter 917: Big Parents Voyeur Scene (2)

Alecto raised his eyebrows and waited for his next step, Ethan had a smile in his eyebrows, "I said, you can do it secretly, when no one can see you." ”

Alecto stared at Ethan's eyes as if he remembered something, and asked directly, "Is the person you are talking about Moro Ales?" ”

Ethan didn't expect Alecto to ask this, and after a pause, he laughed, "yes." ”

"You brought her up? You're her ......," Alecto continued.

"So to speak." Ethan smiled. "I'm her good friend, brother, huh...... Both. Moro's mother went early, and Lord Eliad was busy, so I was the one who took her when I was a child. Ethan suddenly understood something, "Oh, I see, do you like Moro very much?" ”

Alecto subconsciously shook his head, but quickly noticed something and simply hung his head. Of course, it is impossible to say that she likes it, but she can't say that she hates it to Ethan, but she really wants to know more about Morrow.

"Don't refuse so quickly, I know that there are many little girls in the Demon Party who worship this Demon Party leader~" Ethan is wrong this time, but he is not wrong.

Alecto still bowed her head and said nothing, what did she say.

Ethan thought she was shy, "Everyone thinks the leader of the United Party must be mysterious, but it seems to me that Moro has always been a little girl who doesn't grow up, and she actually thinks very simply, and she wants very little, you know when you see her." ”

Alector jerked his head up, "What did you say?" ”

Ethan walked out of the restaurant and looked back at her, "You don't believe it." ”

Alecto was silent, and the woman she saw in the bedroom that day seemed to be of her generation was vivid, even though she was a mother, she still looked the same childish.

"Although Mo Luo has indeed suffered a lot of hardships since she was a child, it is rare that she has a lot of cute thoughts, which is also my favorite suspicion about her." Ethan seemed to be bathed in a faint glow when he talked about Morro, and somehow Alector felt a little jealous.

It seems that everyone says that she is very good, and everyone seems to like her the same way, but those people are people she is close to, people she likes.

For the first time, she began to doubt her own judgment, such a person was indeed not as vicious and unscrupulous as Adler said, and why should a person like her need to be unscrupulous? It's just that Ethan is someone she is so close to, can she really believe what she says?

Alecto was thoughtful, but he was soon at the door.

Ethan gently took the back of her hand and bowed his head slightly and kissed the back of her hand, "Good night, dear Miss Alec." ”

……………… I'm the shortest dividing line, okay........................

It seemed that the holiday was really a holiday, except for seeing his uncle and aunt during the day, he didn't see him for a day, and no one assigned tasks, and his uncle didn't have any instructions, Alfonso relaxed a little flustered. Alfonso was still thinking about whether to read books and practice exercises, but Stella didn't have this idea at all, and he stayed in the room next to Alfonso for a whole day, chattering all day long, and he could talk for a long time in front of a picture album, and when he was tired, he would hold Alfonso's cold body and sleep for a while, which was probably the perfect life in Stella's heart.

Alfonso had been nervous, and he didn't know why, for fear of his uncle's sudden summons, and then how to tell his uncle about her and Stella, and what if his uncle and aunt didn't agree to kick him out?

He was a hesitant man, and this time he began to waver again after making up his mind, and he typed a belly of drafts, and then tore them all out in his stomach, neither of which seemed to fully encapsulate what he was trying to say.

Soon Alfonso relaxed a little, and no one summoned him until it was time for dinner in the evening, so Stella simply ordered some of his favorite food and brought them into the suite for two to eat.

Stella dragged him around the palace, telling everything from what each room was doing to where she had tripped and fallen, but none of Moro and Lorenzo had been seen in such a long circle. Could it be that my uncle and uncle are too busy, so they are not there?

In a dark corner of the palace, Moro grabbed Lorenzo's sleeve, "You say, isn't it good for Stella to be so chattering, how did I raise her to be too lively?" ”

Lorenzo chuckled, "Raised like you." ”

"I didn't talk that much when I was eighteen, but I was quiet." Morrow frowned.

"You're Iliade's stricter, if you don't care about you, you'll have more than Stella, you see you now?" Lorenzo showed no mercy, not taking into account the fact that Moro's face was now black. "But I think Alfonso is very useful."

"Say it again." Morrow's face darkened.

"But I think Alfonso is very useful." Lorenzo repeated.

"No, last sentence." Moro squinted at him, his mouth already pursed.

Lorenzo finally reacted, "I said, you were quiet, cute and beautiful when you were so old with Stella, and you didn't talk much at all, but it's a pity that I didn't know you when you were eighteen years old, and if I knew you, I would come to the door and ask Master Eliad to marry you to me." ”

Mo Luo's face looked a little better, and he thought to himself that you have the desire to survive, so you don't have to sleep in the study tonight. "Cut, my father won't agree."

"It's all my people who don't agree with it now." Lorenzo muttered.

"Alfonso, this kid I like very much, quiet and sensible." Moro continued to look for trouble.

"Of course, it doesn't matter who taught it." Lorenzo was quite satisfied, Alfonso was really angry.

"It's not like his uncle at all."

"You didn't see me when I was twenty years old, why do you say I'm not as good as Pozzi?"

"When you were twenty years old, you didn't have me, old goblin." Moro took it for granted.

"When I'm twenty years old, I'm much better than Alfonso, okay?"

"It's useless, you're far worse than Alfonso now, you have a bad temper, a bad mouth, and you're disobedient......"

Moro finished laughing, and then disappeared, leaving behind a weathered Lorenzo in place, who didn't even listen to me.

Moro left, Lorenzo did not, and somewhere in the garden, Alfonso earnestly bowed his head and kissed the girl in his arms.

Lorenzo glanced at it with some wistfulness, and then disappeared.

The flowers that have been raised for 20 years have to be brought away with the pot, even if the person who took it away is his nephew, why is it still not very comfortable?