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Sa's father grumbled in Tahitian language to White.

"Daddy tells you, you must not miss your appointment in the future, otherwise you must not forgive you." Saya explained while listening.

After White and Saya walked out of this room on the small island, Saya asked, "Why sign?"

At this time, White discovered that a lot of vanilla was also planted on the small island.

Vanilla is a very expensive plant, but it can be seen everywhere in Tahiti, which is also a major feature of Tahiti to attract tourists.

White easily folded the vanilla stick and apologized: "I signed it without discussing it with you just now. Time is running out and I can't explain it to you one by one. I understand your father's meaning, and he wants you to go from Tahiti. Go out, right?"

Sayah said: "You can see this?"

You are beautiful and good at singing and dancing. You are stuck on this island of Tahiti, and it is a pity that even others will see it, let alone your biological father.

White said in his heart, but he said on the face: "I just signed it just now, and it is compelling. However, if one day I come up again, I will come to you and take you out."

Saya lowered her head and pursed her lips: "Who asked you to take it?"

White took the paper out of his pocket and put it in the wind to take a closer look. The words on it were English, and White still understood it.

The line in the last column is signed with White's own name and Saya's father's name.

The sky was getting brighter and White was about to go back on the boat, and Saya sent White to the side of the boat.

Saya still needs to go back to the mini island, so she didn't follow along.

Before White climbed onto the boat, he pinned the vanilla that he had been holding in his hand to Saya's hair.

Saya seems to like to hang some plants like this on her hair.

No matter what you hang, it looks like a mermaid emerging from the water.

Especially with the sea view behind her, her long hair is fluttering and beautiful.

White took a few steps back and looked at Saya.

"Vanilla really suits you."

White jumped on the boat and was farther away from Saya.

Saya looked a little reluctant: "I hope you will take a longer vacation next time."

White smiled and said, "The small mini-island must be built well." As he said, he took the paper out of his pocket again, stirred it twice by the wind, pointed to the paper path, "It's all written on it."

Saya pursed her lips and smiled.

As the boat slowly opened, White put the paper in his pocket and looked back into the boat.

White felt that he was getting worse and worse.

Signed this small island agreement, but did not have any serious thoughts of marriage.

Sa's father's relieved expression seemed to be still in front of him.

No way...If you don't sign, you won't be able to join the construction of the mini island.

Although this is just the beginning, it just happens to let White see how much potential the small mini island has.

This is the end of Tahiti's vacation life.

Although the time is not long, they have visited all the things that should be played and the things that should be visited.

White received a dumbfounding agreement and a picture of Moray from Gates.

White intends to put the photo and Fisher's coin together.

But when he first walked to the door, he felt something was wrong.

There were a few pieces of mud in front of the door, left by the soles of the shoes, and neither Iverson nor Evelyn would let them stick to the door.

Is it the neighbor next door? White thought to himself and opened the door.

A strong smell penetrated his nose.

Sour and rancid.

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After a while, drifting into the nose with the wind.

Could anyone be here?

White thought as he entered the door, and peeked his head inside after putting on the slippers.

The curtains are tightly drawn.

The living room was dark and silent, and the cold light from the wall clock was refracted from the pointer.

It's Iverson's prank again.

White felt tired all over, so he didn't pay much attention, and was walking into the bathroom, taking off his upper body clothes, and suddenly felt a cold wind blowing behind him.

Who the **** is it?

Half of his clothes were taken off, and White simply took it off, threw it to the ground, and then walked out the door.

No one in the living room, no one in the study.

White looked at the watch. It was three o'clock in the afternoon.

It doesn't seem to be Iverson.

At this time Iverson was either in class or working as a sommelier in a nearby bar. Evelyn was also impossible, she recently started looking for a job again.

Evelyn's expenditure can no longer be supported by the cost of the Brooklyn promotional image alone.

White thought to himself, his thoughts circled around, and suddenly jumped onto Brooklyn.

Yes, forget Brooklyn.

Although I don't know how Brooklyn knew the key to the apartment, Iverson probably gave it. In short, this time period is likely to be him.

White walked to Evelyn, once his own room.

Soon, White found a faint blue light reflecting off the computer desk.

The blue light was not conspicuous, because it was blocked by someone in front of him, and the light was barely shining.

White eased his steps and walked over quietly.

Coming to the back of this figure, White slapped him on the shoulder suddenly: "Hey! Brooklyn."

His shoulders trembled, and he collapsed in shock, as if he lost his center of gravity.

White took advantage of the opportunity to turn on the light by the computer desk, and the white light spotted Brooklyn's haggard face.

White was about to open the tightly drawn curtains in the room, but his hands were pulled.

"Don't open it!" Brooklyn's voice was hoarse and hoarse.

White turned his head and saw that Brooklyn was yawning, got up from the stool, and turned off the desktop computer.

White noticed that this computer was a model brought by Brooklyn himself.

Brooklyn was really embarrassed now, with messy hair and wrinkled clothes.

Brooklyn opened his wistful eyes and yawned and said, "You are here, White. I have been waiting for you for a long time, almost a day. You see I'm asleep."

"What's the matter with your clothes?" White asked.

Brooklyn pulled the tight clothes on his body: "I took a shower by the way before I came, and I took it from the closet. I didn't expect your model to be so small. I can't tell."

Brooklyn's tone was puzzled and dissatisfied.

White opened the curtains without turning back: "You are wearing Evelyn's clothes, of course I feel small."

The sky suddenly leaked in.

The people behind him disappeared for a while, and a moment later, Brooklyn called out, "Evelyn? Is that the little beauty who came to take the photo?"

White turned around, snapped his fingers, and nodded: "That's her. Evelyn."

Brooklyn's face was blue and white, and after a while, he roared, "Why didn't you say it earlier!"

"Just call me." White looked calm, "By the way, what are you doing here to find me?"