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Chapter 1048: Lorenzo's Birthday Party (6)

To say that she can, to insult Ales, to insult her children, by no means, not to be forgiven.

"What you said is indeed right, I can't fight the demon party without him, I can't have children without him, I am indeed an incompetent person, I don't deny this, but ......" Moro paused, but raised his eyebrows noncommittally, and then backhanded a slap, crisp and loud.

Moro doesn't like nonsense and is more straightforward, which is what Eliad taught her.

Sylvia never thought that Morlo, who had always been good-natured, would beat her.

Sylvia's eyes widened, bloodshot red.

"However, I still have the ability to beat you." Moro paused, "For the rest, you remember that you are not qualified to say this, I tolerate your offense and insults, I didn't say much about you and Lorenzo, it is that you and his affairs have nothing to do with me, if you continue to make inches, this is just the beginning." Whatever Lorenzo wants to say, he can come and tell me directly, you don't deserve it. Moro curled her chin to straighten Sylvia's face, Moro raised her chin and said word by word, "Remember, Sylvia, as long as you can't beat me, you'll be the one who dies, and I don't want you to die and dirty my Ales." ”

Sylvia still understood. What Mo Luo said, in short, Mo Luo beat her in vain, she has nowhere to redress her grievances, Mo Luo said the truth, now she really can't beat her, and it's just a shame to say it.

Even if she is a marquise, and this is Ales, she doesn't have any backers, in fact, she knows best in her heart that even if she returns to the secret party, she has no status at all.

But so what, Moro Ales is already dead, and she will die in two hours, maybe this is the confidence that Sylvia has the confidence to bully Moro in the end, but now it seems that she has been killed again.

Sylvia should have been carried away by anger and wanted to go up and slap Moro back, but unfortunately she had done too little homework, and she didn't even know if Moro had the real strength to sit in this position and wanted to take her place.

Sylvia rushed over like a mad dog, and Moro only raised his hand slightly to grab Sylvia's wrist and whipped her out, Sylvia's body slammed into the wooden wainscoting with a thud, smashing the wooden wainscoting into a huge gap.

Sylvia was knocked to the ground, unable to speak in pain, and Moro didn't want to talk more nonsense with her.

The small trident outside the door still swayed slightly, but the frequency increased and it was a little cheerful.

Moro raised his hand to put on his mask and disappeared.

Such a loud noise even the guards outside were alarmed, but when they came in, they found that Sylvia was alone.

………………………………………… I'm a simple dividing line....................................

Morrow walked out of the house, she bypassed the whole lively banquet, it was still the small balcony outside, it was a rare quiet place, it used to be clean here, and after decades it was still uninhabited.

The railings outside were covered with a thick layer of ice, and Ales's wind and snow were still so raging, she didn't know what it felt like to be cold for a long time, but this time she really felt what it meant to be cold, cold in her heart, from the cold in her heart to the hundreds of bones in her limbs to every vein and every hair.

All the tiles were covered with thick ice and snow, and a door blocked the laughter and warmth in the hall, which was his birthday, but he gave himself such a big gift.

It seems that a long, long time ago, at the banquet of the Demon Secret Alliance, he once again allowed himself to turn back and fall into his abyss again, but this time? She had been married for several years and had children in common, and she thought she would be with him forever, and she seemed to have always been too confident and trusted in him, so much so that now she slapped herself hard.

She is not the Mo Luo of twenty years ago, she wants to be as relaxed as possible and doesn't want to ask anything else, she doesn't want to live on the shelf everywhere without freedom, she doesn't want to be restrained everywhere, but she is too free, too relaxed, she even forgets the danger.

Father was right, be prepared for danger in times of peace, her father punished her for copying many times, and she completely forgot the meaning of these words over the years.

She really relied on Lorenzo too much, but she indulged herself and left everything to him.

She knew that Sylvia was deliberately angry with her, she knew that the woman had bad intentions, no matter how calm and strong she was in front of Sylvia, she was still deeply hurt, she was also a woman, she would be jealous, angry, and weak.

Under the railing, the lights of the entire city of Ales were dimly visible in the snow, whether it was the haze of snow or the blur of tears. She hooked the corners of her mouth, trying to suppress the tears with a smile, but it seemed to fall even harder, this was Ales, her most familiar and favorite comfort zone. It's just that the peaceful days have passed for too long, and they forget the danger and try to make a mask with innocence, and over time the mask is also branded on the face and engraved in the heart.

said that he didn't care about Sylvia, but some words were still blunt knives inserted in his heart, and it hurt when he inserted them, and it would hurt even more after he slashed them.

- Are those vows useful?

She didn't know.

- Young?

She never saw it as a barrier.

She didn't know what had happened today.

Did Sylvia say anything? She doesn't remember clearly, either.

But there was one thing she remembered very clearly, Lorenzo had broken up with him in the morning, the military academy over there was so tightly wrapped that Dylan told him every day that he had no privacy, he said that he had tried his best not to disturb, but Dylan, the old fellow, still nagged and even threatened him all day long, saying that if he didn't find a way to solve it, Dylan would take out his anger on their Stella and Alfonso, or something.

Why would such a Lorenzo do such a thing on his birthday? Why would a father who can care about his children's nagging cheat? Would you flirt with another woman in such a place?

Moro was sober but not sober, confused but unable to find a way out, and she didn't even know how to solve the matter. She didn't want to be presumptuous, she didn't want to think too much, but too many doubts, too many disbeliefs, all of them came up at once, and then more tears came up together.

"Why are you here, I've been looking for you for a long time." The voice behind him sounded, and Moro was startled and quickly put on his mask.