Longyang Anecdote

Philip woke up the next day with a black rose in his hand. After a night of precipitation, it curled up with a faded brilliance, like a dying old man.

Philip threw the words in his hand to the ground angrily, and they fell into petals in an instant.

He actually stunned him!He actually stunned him!He actually stunned him!

The sudden sleepiness last night made him understand the reason for the special fragrance in the flower just before his consciousness collapsed.

The entanglement of lips and tongue last night made him blush. He thought he would lose his chastity, but he still lay down on the soft white cotton silk quilt intact, and even had a sweet dream.

This made him wake up, not only annoyed that the man went crazy like a psychopath, but also faintly disappointed.

Such disappointment made him feel ashamed.

The servant knocked lightly on the door and said respectfully, "Sir, are you going to get up?"

With a promise, Philip fell back on the bed and let his personal servant wash and dress him.

After everything was fully dressed, he went downstairs leisurely to enjoy a rich and delicious breakfast. The housekeeper stood aside and told him softly about the land, company, factory and other trivial matters under his name.

Obviously, he is a rich second generation with no worries about food and clothing. With these properties, he can marry a woman who is also a nobleman, or spend a lot of money to find all kinds of beauties for his entertainment.

But for some reason, since he got involved with John, he rarely touched women, and he didn't even think about needing women at all.

Probably because he was afraid that this lunatic would pervert and hurt others.

Philip found an excuse for himself.

After breakfast, the chattering butler finally decided to take a breath. Philip took advantage of this time to quickly ask, "Have you seen Cornelius?"

The butler wondered, "Did you invite Mr. Cornelius as a guest last night? Oh, I'm so rude, I'm not ready to welcome guests."

"No." Philip was a little embarrassed, "I didn't invite him."

Although the butler didn't know what happened, he still dutifully searched his mind for all the recent news about Mr. Cornelius. As an excellent butler, this is a necessary condition.

"I heard that Mr. Cornelius will go to Austria soon."

"What!" Philip stood up suddenly, and the harsh sound of the chair being pushed made him lose all manner.

The butler was taken aback, and could only repeat what he had just said tremblingly, "Yesterday I ran into the servants of the Cornelius family at the market. They seemed to be preparing dry food for the road, and they said that Mr. Cornelius was going to To Austria."

It turned out that what he said last night was true!

He was leaving New York!What the hell is going to Austria!

The madman!Neuropathy!

Philip took a breath, sat down for a while, and then raised his smiling face skillfully, "Oh, this is really great, there is no better news than this, I am very happy, this humble nouveau riche is finally leaving New York."

The butler was also very aware of the entanglement between his husband and Mr. Cornelius. He hung his head and didn't answer, but he was a little strange in his heart, and his husband's smile seemed to have a little more haze.

A few days later, the Pitt family, the largest nobleman in New York, held a dinner in their castle.

Philip was invited to go.

His bright blonde hair and handsome smile won the favor of most of the women present.

My friend Cody was also invited to come, watching the gentleman's friend become a handsome playboy, playing games with ease among the women, and said with a smile, "Hey, you are not like the Philip I know."

Philip smiled lazily, "What kind of Philip do you know?"

Cody said, "Being annoyed by Mr. Cornelius jumping all day long, my blond hair is going to stand on end!"

Philip paused slightly with the hand holding the wine, and said with a smile, "Then you may not see that Philip again. He has no one to make him angry now, and he can play in the flowers to his heart's content, look, how happy he is. "

After a long time, my friend picked up a glass of wine and drank alone, muttering, "I don't think you are happy."

Philip tightened his grip on his glass.

Just when a lady came, his autumn-like eyes hooked Philip, he exchanged a glance with her, put the wine glass into his friend's hand, and said with a smile, "Okay, I'm going to find my goddess. "

That lady is obviously a master at the scene of love, and she would always give Philip one or two ambiguous looks between her elegant skirt. Philip followed behind her unhurriedly, and the two walked around a large circle of the banquet hall, and finally walked The door to the garden.

Philip was a little bored. It is reasonable to say that such a looming seduction would make people excited, but his heart was like a pool of stagnant water.

Just as he was about to keep up with the lady's footsteps, he suddenly caught sight of another figure. Philip turned his pace and hurried towards that figure.

"Hey, hey, Victor, Victor takes care of the house."

The trustee of Vik turned around, gave a standard butler salute to Philip who was running, and said respectfully, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Neil."

Philip happily grabbed his shoulder and patted him intimately, "Do we still need to be so polite, Victor?"

"Courtesy is inescapable, sir."

"Okay." Philip should have known what kind of temperament a butler taught by that strict believer should be. He went straight to the point, "Why are you here?"

Victor said, "My husband has a very strong friendship with the Pitt family. My husband specially sent me to give gifts to the Pitt family."

Philip said, "Oh, you're still here, that means..."

Victor's trustee politely interrupted Philip, saying, "I'm going to Austria soon. I'm staying here just to deal with some chores."

Philip's fiery heart instantly cooled down, becoming as stiff as an ice sculpture.

Noticing Victor's sympathetic eyes, Philip quickly changed the subject with a forced smile, "By the way, I haven't thanked you yet. When I was in the castle, if you hadn't let me go, I guess it would still be in your husband's hands." In my hands, thank you very much for saving me from the fire."

Victor shook his head and said meaningfully, "Mr. Neil, do you really think I brought you out of the castle?"

"what?"

Victor said, "If it wasn't for the sir's order, I would not have the right to take you in and out of the castle."

For a moment Philip lost his ability to speak.

"Including preparing your favorite food and your favorite clothes, Mr. told me in detail and ordered me to buy them."

"Otherwise, how could you, who is picky, never complain about basic necessities when you were in the castle?"

"I've never seen Mr. so devoted to anyone."

"You are the first and only one."

Victor bent over him, turned and left.

Cody came over with a glass of wine, put his arms around Philip's shoulders, and said with a smile, "Hey, boy, what's wrong with you? Why are you in a daze here?"

Philip woke up like a dream, and murmured, "I'm going to find him."

"What? What did you say?"

Philip shook off Cody's hand, ran away in a hurry, and said loudly, "I'm going to find him!"

Cody, who was left behind, smiled like a beauty god, "Well, good luck, my friend."

……

Mr. John Cornelius, who just came to Austria to open a cotton factory, was very generous. Not long after he came to Austria, he hosted a charity party and donated 50 pounds to poor families in Austria. He even opened a nursing home and an orphanage Welfare institutions such as these have won the favor of many aristocrats in Austria.

Therefore, the people who received his invitation all put on the latest dresses and went to the appointment calmly.

They didn't know the gentleman's worth very well, but the huge castle and the exquisite decoration let them know that the gentleman's wealth was incomparable, and the smiles on the faces of the nobles became more attentive and sincere.

The nobles who have girls of the right age at home can't wait to bring all the girls in the family and let this gentleman choose.

It's a pity that these girls were not interested in the unsmiling and stern Mr. Cornelius. Their eyes were attracted by another handsome blond man in the banquet hall.

This man is as handsome as the most beautiful man in ancient Greek mythology. God obviously loves him very much, which is why he is so perfect.

The girls inquired one after another where this gentleman was from and which family he belonged to.

A bold lady stepped forward and asked, "Sir, where are you from? Are you the young master of Mr. Cornelius' family?"

The man lazily raised the corners of his lips, playing with a black rose in his hand, and said with a smile, "I'm from New York, pretty lady, it's an honor in my life to meet you."

Even though he knew that he was only maintaining the politeness of a gentleman, the magnetic voice and ambiguous words still made the girl's pretty face blush, and she stammered, "Oh, thank you."

There was a commotion at the gate of the banquet hall, and a gentleman in a neat and rigorous suit appeared in front of the gate. His stern expression complemented the elegant three-piece suit on his body.

Even the pocket watch on the left breast of his suit was cold.

The man sneered, and the girl followed his gaze and sighed, "This is really a meticulous gentleman."

"Yes."

The girl turned her head, intending to have a further conversation with the man, but she didn't want the man to take unrestrained steps towards the entrance of the banquet hall. After walking a few steps, she turned her head again and said with a smile to the dazed girl, "Forget it!" To tell you, fair lady, I am not his master, but Mr John Cornelius' man."

Girl, "..." Am I deaf?

John raised his head as if aware of it, crossed layers of crowds, and locked his eyes on the man who was walking towards him, making him unable to turn his eyes to others in this life.

He came over, holding a black rose in his hand, and before everyone could react, he threw the flower in his hand towards John.

John caught it unconsciously, and the next moment, the man pressed his palm firmly.

The flower thorns penetrated into the skin, squeezed out blood, and flowed down the palm.

The man wiped a handful of blood with his fingers, put it on his lips, and stuck out his tongue to lick it.

John's eyes dimmed.

The man leaned into his ear and smiled, "This time, I will imprison you instead."

"For a lifetime."

I have hand cancer, please forgive me!Meh!

The author has something to say: First of all, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!I was really busy the first two days, working overtime every day!Sorry for the long wait ladies.

Second, this story is actually a long story, and I really want to write it. I don’t know if the wives have the urge to read a long story after reading it.

Third, I'm really sorry!

I love you, meme.