Miss Planeswalker, Are You Free to Fall in Love?

After the waiter left, the girl thanked Jack, which she said sincerely and candidly.

That night, her fiancé, Carl, questioned the guard carefully, and if Jack hadn't been strict about it, the circumstances of her suicide would have been exposed.

"You're welcome." The other party shrugged his shoulders, not thinking that he had done anything remarkable.

This Miss Rose has rose-colored hair. She gave Jack a stubborn look, for fear that the other party would look down on her because she saw her committing suicide.

"I feel that I don't know how to be blessed when I am in the blessing, don't you?"

Jack shook his head: "I was thinking, what made a cheerful and enthusiastic girl like you go to a dead end."

Sen Yuesha and Howard on the side looked at each other.

Okay, Mr. Hanhan's IQ is online.

When it came to substantive issues, the burgundy curly-haired girl began to feel restless and irritable again.She seemed to be trapped in a woven, impenetrable net, from which she could never break free.

The four chatted while eating. During the period, two glasses of champagne passed, and Ruth obviously started talking too much.She seemed to want to pour out all the grievances and dissatisfaction in her stomach.

"Five hundred love letters have been sent out, and celebrities in Philadelphia will come to attend the engagement ceremony...but I feel like I am struggling desperately in a vast sea of ​​people. I want to shout loudly, but no one listens, no one pays attention... "

She thought she was rotting in the colliding wine glasses of celebrities, in the gorgeous and soft bed, and under the mean pupils of her philistine mother.

Her life is like a wind-up box, what music to play has been planned long ago.

"Do you love him?"

Suddenly, Jack asked the most inappropriate words.

In fact, several people at the table already had an answer, and this question also touched the girl's sore spot.

The sore spot that she has always tried to avoid.

"Do you know?" She laughed and picked up the champagne glass: "What is the least reference value in this marriage?"

"It's whether I love him or not."

Mori Yuesha chewed the steak and patted Ruth's clenched fist lightly.

"Anyway, he needs my family's title of nobility." Ruth took a deep breath and said, "I...mother, I need his money to pay off the debt."

"The two of them hit it off, so they happily sent me to hell."

Sen Yuesha was a little embarrassed, because neither she nor Howard should be here at this time.

Thinking, she began to wink at Jack.

'I have to leave. '

Jack: 'Don't, stay a while longer! '

Mori Yuesha: 'I don't want to eat dog food. '

Glaring at him, Mori Yuesha greeted Ruth and left the table early.

Jack stood up to see her off.

"Hey, what are you doing with Fatty?"

"Are you really stupid or fake stupid?" Sen Yuesha looked at Ruth who was not far away, and waved to her with a smile: "I advise you to hurry up if you like it, she has a fiance."

"Although it is immoral to meddle in other people's marriage no matter what age, your Miss Rose is obviously a special case. The culprit comes from her mother, so you'd better hurry up."

"Anyway, that Carl also has a grudge against you." After Mori Yuesha finished speaking, leaving Jack with a dull face, he turned and walked out of the restaurant.

…………

"Your sister is beautiful."

Ruth's slightly drunken cheeks were flushed, she pouted her face casually, and looked at Jack carefully.

The giant Titanic gallops happily in the Atlantic Ocean, and on the deck at dusk, the sunset glow reflects the sea water.

After coming out of the restaurant, the two of them leaned against the rail of the boat and chatted all afternoon.Too many topics to talk about, not enough new things to hear.

The fun that Jack brought to her was far greater than the sum total of all these years.

At this moment, the girl's face was flushed with blush, and besides curious inquiry, there was more tenderness and intimacy in her eyes.

She has long since lost the strangeness to Jack, as if they have been friends for many years, from painting to Paris, to life, to Sen Yuesha, to the little fat man, and finally, to each other.

The girl kept asking Jack, what have you done?What happened?What are you thinking?And Jack always tells the whole story, trying to satisfy her curiosity.

"You are so enviable..." Ruth's words revealed her disappointment with her life: "You can do whatever you want, why can't I go to various places like you?"

"I don't need that much wealth. I can make money with my own hands, and I can travel with my own feet. Well, it's just talk, reality can't do it at all..."

"Of course you can!" Jack couldn't bear to see Ruth's dejected look: "We can drink bad beer out of wooden barrels, we can give up the car, and ride horses over mountains and mountains until we are tired-we can even ride on the beach !"

"Really?"

"Of course! I'll tell you about the years—"

Jack was a little sympathetic, and helped the girl in front of him weave a dream: a dream that was completely different from her stagnant and boring life, a dream full of vitality and real life.

Chapter 113 Chapter 29 The So-Called Nobility

The Titanic was brightly lit all night, as bright as day.

In the boundless sea, it advances sharply.

In the sky, there are a few wisps of sunset glow, mixed with the thick smoke from the chimney of the giant ship, which is misty and hazy, making this seagoing ship more mysterious.

The surrounding waters should be pitch black, but under the strong light, people can recognize the dark blue with the naked eye.Once the ship passed, it turned back into a pitch-black abyss.

In the banquet hall, attendants opened the carved wooden doors from both sides, and invited the guests to enter the hall with standard movements.

The circular roof of the building is a circular dome made of white frosted glass with curved black edges.In the center, there is also a resplendent chandelier, and dozens of lights are connected together, which looks extraordinarily luxurious.

The surrounding walls are all made of stained glass and murals, and the circular platforms are like large boxes.

Along the glossy black lacquered wood stairs, Mori Yuesha slowly descended with gauze gloves.

She was invited.

After returning to Howard, a knock on the door disturbed the girl.

Leger, Karl's servant, or bodyguard, stood at the door with a gloomy face.

"Miss Mori, try this."

Calvin sat politely opposite Sen Yuesha, and beside him sat a middle-aged woman with a dull and harsh face, her eyeballs were protruding, and her eyes were full of scrutiny.

The same hair color as Ruth, the difference is that they are permed together in small curls.

The woman put on a lot of powder, and her entire face was as pale as a corpse that had been dead for three days.

"I heard from Karl that you are also a nobleman?" She gracefully used the table knife to cut the food, and asked Sen Yuesha inadvertently.

The girl nodded: "Yes, in the east."

The woman slowly put down the table knife, covered her mouth and smiled contemptuously.

"In the east, there are also nobles?"

Carl was very embarrassed by what she said.

This man is not sure whether Mori Yuesha and his annoying brother are nobles, but, as a businessman, he is sure that Mori Yuesha is rich.

That attire, outfit, and attitude towards money all proved that the girl is definitely either rich or noble, even though some of her styles are really not aristocratic.

However, even so, it was not Karl's turn to denounce.After all, he is also a NewMoney.

In this country, Old Money is naturally superior.

Sen Yuesha tore the white bread into her mouth, ignored the other party's harsh sarcasm, and Karl changed the subject: "Miss Sen, I want to talk to you about your brother."

Jack?

Karl nodded, "My servant saw your brother with my fiancée."

He emphasized the sound of the word 'fiancée'.

"This is an immoral behavior. If you are a nobleman, you shouldn't allow your brother to do such a disrespectful thing." Mrs. Bucket - Ruth's mother said so.

Mori Yuesha put down the bread.

"I don't know what kind of views your brother has instilled in my fiancée. In short, I have to pay close attention to her recently." Carl's words implied: "What else does she talk about about Freud with me? Excuse me, is this your friend?"

Sen Yuesha pursed her smile, turned her head, and asked Mrs. Bucket, "Don't you know who Freud is?"

The woman's pale face tensed instantly, her eyes rolled around, thinking about when Freud appeared.

"Just like Picasso, he has the magic power to make people remember his name." Sen Yuesha only explained so much.

Carl got it.

But he didn't like Picasso either.

"He won't become a famous painter." Carl frowned, and put on an expert style, leaning back on the chair: "I have collected many painters' paintings, they are cheap enough, and the quantity is enough."

Mori Yuesha was silent.

"Picasso, Picasso, Picasso. Ha, I remember that Ruth often read about this painter." Carl was thinking, and his words were full of arrogance: "I hope your collection will not become rags in the end."

"Ruth is still short-sighted. If you ask me, you should buy more stocks."

When it came to stocks, Mr. Carl Hockley was full of confidence. He even started to point out Sen Yuesha: "Stocks, buy more, just treat it as a small gift from me, Ms. Sen Yuesha."

"My father bet on half the industry, but I am more courageous than it."

Mrs. Bucket felt very happy when she saw her son-in-law who talked eloquently.

That's why she chose Carl, rich, confident, and defiantly masculine.

Mori Yuesha was cutting bread with a knife in boredom, and Carl's words revealed his ignorance.

Girls are weird.

Because in her time, ignorance was almost equivalent to poverty.

Perhaps, there is still the possibility of fishing in troubled waters in this century?

However, thinking about a Tuesday a few years later, she felt that this fish would not last long.

Thinking about it, the girl put down the tableware and calmly arranged her clothes.

"Ms. Bucket, Mr. Carl." She looked into the eyes of the two: "I have no intention of interfering with your marriage with Miss Ruth, everything is my brother's personal behavior, and it is already very rude for you to find me. "