"Bang, bang, bang...... Open the door, open the door, open the door". Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 There was a sharp knock on the door, and a man with the smell of alcohol on his face kept banging on the door.

Could it be that there is no one? The man pondered in a daze, slightly impatient in his heart. How can there be a voice in this? There is also a man's voice, man, man, damn it. Anger swelled up, and he was instantly angry with the slightest drunkenness. The hand was clenched into a fist, and the green tendons burst out one by one. A trace of fighting spirit spread from his fist and punched hard at the door.

"Bang ......". The door was reduced to inch by inch fragments and scattered all over the ground. The fragrance of the room poured in from the tip of his nose, and he used this little trick to flirt with it. Is there anyone now who has forgotten my Arnold's warnings? Arnold glared at Mo Fan and punched him in the face.

Arnold's fist was about to fall, when a trace of wind appeared on top of it. Then the force rebounded, and Arnold was caught off guard and took a few steps back.

"Arnold, calm down, things are not what you think". A trace of remorse appeared in Rosewood's heart, knowing that Arnold would come today. Why do you want to ask someone to come to this room to find yourself bored.

Arnold turned to Rosewood, his eyes gradually reddening: "As the owner of Manxiang Mansion, there are not only guests in her room, but also a fragrant fragrance. If it were you, what would you think of?"

"Sometimes what you see is not necessarily true, Arnold, please take back your nonsense". Rosewood patiently explained, and a trace of annoyance gradually appeared in the remorse.

Arnold laughed self-deprecatingly, and then the laughter expanded into a wild laugh: "Have pity on me Arnold, drunk for you today." I thought that the woman I had always been obsessed with was a strange woman who was affectionate and righteous, and who came out of the mud without staining. But I didn't expect you to be so dirty."

"Dirty? What was I Xiangxiang doing when I took over this Manxiang Building? Others don't know, and neither do you, Arnold. I didn't expect that all these years, what I did became dirty in your eyes. Let's go, since there is no result in entanglement, why are you persistent." Rosewood's eyes gradually reddened, and her strong personality still made her stop crying.

Arnold was remorseful and knew he had lost his words. But when the words came out, how did they get it back: "Rosewood, I, I ......."

"Go back, and forget about Rosewood, as the future Earl. Your family will not accept a woman from a dusty background to be their countess. Even if she is clean and self-conscious, or has a last resort. In their eyes, that's also a pale excuse." Rosewood hardened her heart and forcibly suppressed the pain in her heart. His gaze gradually returned to normal, and his tone turned flat.

Mo Fan looked at the two of them in a daze, sorting out the information he had just heard in his mind, could this be another bloody love story. Scratching the back of his head, his gaze gradually turned to Arnold, feeling a little familiar. But he couldn't recognize who he was: "You, what are you talking about?

"It's you, okay, let's count the old and new hatreds together......." Arnold's drunkenness gradually subsided at this time, and he looked at the voice, and the anger that had just disappeared gradually rose again.

Mo Fan was very pure, and winked at Arnold: "You know me? Then we must be acquaintances." Let's talk to you about whether she accepts alcohol or not. Originally, I was going to sell it for 2,000 gold, but since it's an acquaintance, then 1,900 gold, how about it, buddy, I'm interesting."

"Puff ......". Rosewood couldn't hold back the smile in her heart anymore, this person was too funny: "You want money and don't die, if others encountered such a thing, they would have run away long ago." It's just you standing here stupidly, not believing you to look into his eyes."

Mo Fan blinked his eyes very innocently again, and looked at Arnold for a while: "Why are your eyes red? Could it be that you didn't sleep well yesterday?" I said that good sleep is the foundation of a good body, don't be so uncherished."

Arnold's fists were clenched tightly, and he could only stand awkwardly. His eyes swept towards Mo Fan's wine jar, and his eyes were full of suspicion.

"I'm really a wine seller, Arnold, do you need to look at me with such suspicion?". Mo Fan put the wine in his arms on the table, and the wine shook twice in the wine jar. A hint of wine came to the nose again.

Arnold looked at Mo Fan in disbelief, and his gaze gradually turned to Rosewood: "He, he's really a wine seller?" But you discuss things, there's no need to ...... in your bedroom."

"You think I'm just going to talk about what we're going to talk about, where else can we talk about it besides the bedroom." Rosewood thought of what had just happened, and looked embarrassed. Looking at the upper and lower floors, only my bedroom is the safest.

Mo Fan didn't think carefully about the meaning of Rosewood's words at all, but felt that the seller of wine was expected to quickly nod in agreement: "Yes, yes, yes, what Rosewood said is not wrong at all, what we have to discuss is too important, except for this bedroom, no matter where we go, we will feel unsafe."

"Except for Rosewood's bedroom, you don't feel safe talking about it anywhere......? You are now finally willing to tell the truth, good boy, you not only help my enemies, but also seduce my woman, and from this day onwards I Arnold and you will not share the sky." The more Arnold spoke, the more angry he became, and he slammed his fist at Mo Fan.

Seeing that the fist was about to fall, Rosewood was anxious. A hint of breeze appeared out of thin air, and Rosewood was already standing in front of Mo Fan, her eyes slightly closed.

The fist stopped in front of Rosewood's forehead, and Arnold was furious: "You, you are still so protective of him, Rosewood still dare to say now, do you have nothing?"

"I can't argue, you can think whatever you like. After all, I have no reason to care about you, and you have no reason to care about me." Rosewood didn't open her eyes, only two tears slowly flowed. Since being together is destined to be extravagant and tragic, then simply completely cut off the illusions of the two and free each other. People in the dust, and nobles. Originally, they were two completely unrelated worlds, so why should they forcibly open this barrier and let each other be covered with scars.

Tube?. In what capacity can I manage this matter? Is there a marriage contract? Or is she already my wife? A hint of bitterness spread in his heart, and Arnold turned around and walked out the door. The voice slowly floated through the back: "I wish you happiness ...... fragrance."

"Yes, I'll be happy. At the same time, I wish you the best of luck and hope that you will find a good wife and love each other for the rest of your life." Rosewood didn't dare to open her eyes, and there was a slight tremor in her tone.

Arnold's back paused, then disappeared through the door. Mo Fan smacked his lips, not understanding why things would develop like this. In fact, I just want to sell wine quietly.

Rosewood opened her eyes and let the tears drip on the ground: "You go, today's incident, I will treat it as if it never happened"

"Farewell ......". Mo Fan smacked his lips, thinking of what had just happened, although he was confused, he also knew that he couldn't stay here. Picking up the wine jar and taking the little turtle with him, he turned around and walked out the door.