[Tutorial] Butterfly Effect

Recently, the atmosphere in Lanshou's office is somewhat delicate.Everyone said that Mr. Lan Shou had a happy face these days, he was no longer irritable with the busy affairs, and the office atmosphere was much more relaxed—at least it was much better than before.Although it is not allowed to discuss these things in private, the subordinates still know that Lord Lanshou seems to be in love.

Even Yusi himself couldn't believe it, the thing about liking was just like this.But machismo was at work, and he still felt ashamed to let a woman confess first.But Ah Qing didn't have such an idea at all, she thought that this matter was nothing but pie in the sky.The person you like happens to like you too, and there is nothing better than this.

But Ah Gang has a different kind of trouble.

Ah Qing's injury finally healed, and she herself was finally fed up with the life of opening her mouth and reaching out her hand for food, and asked him to send her out on a mission.Originally, Ah Gang was very reassured about her task efficiency, but now it is different——

This is Palermo, the capital of Italy, a legendary place.

There are no brilliant interlaced buildings here, but only a strong religious atmosphere.The old mottled bricks and tiles add a strong touch to the gorgeous monuments here, and the strong Baroque style proves the glory of the past, complicated and elegant.

Ah Qing likes the feeling here very much, neither flashy nor extravagant.She loves the Jiangnan water town with small bridges and flowing water, the solemn and solemn ancient temples, and the three-legged religious building.

Walk through the bustling and dilapidated aisles, carefully avoid the chaotic traffic state, and pass the wall reliefs washed by the years.It suddenly became clear that the Gothic-style spire went straight into the sky, and the huge arched windows with complicated relief paintings were successively located on this building with a combination of Norman and Arabian styles.

Ah Qing marveled at this solemn and gorgeous church like an ancient castle, and walked into it with a solemn mood.

In Italy, it is not allowed to wear revealing clothing to enter the church, and today she did not wear a cheongsam as usual, but a dark green long skirt.The hair color that has gradually settled is no different from black, and it is very conspicuous in this place where the hair color is very different.This is the face of the oriental, but with a unique charm.

She didn't roll into a sexy arc as usual, but hung straight around her waist, with noodles in clear soup.She didn't even apply any makeup, and her plain face was like a lotus in clear water, with a purity that was completely different from her coquettish face.

"Hanamaki, you have to be good." Ah Qing gently stroked the black cat in his arms and walked towards the church.

A pious and beautiful woman with a shiny black cat.She sat quietly in the back row of the church, scratching Hanamaki's jaw, sat up straight, and watched the priest praying piously.

The surrounding creamy white sculptures are arranged one by one on the stone pillars of the arch, the dim candlelight is dim, and the dark halo solemnly sprinkles on this pious world.Sunlight fell into it through the high shutters, and the scattered and mottled beams of light hit the church, looking holy and solemn.

"Our God! We thank you for all the favors you have bestowed on us, and we know that you are merciful. Please answer our prayers, so that we can love you and serve you with all our hearts..."

Ah Qing slightly lowered her eyes and closed them, feeling the glory of the Lord God at this moment.Although she doesn't believe in religion, she can't help being infected by the atmosphere here.

"Son, is there anything I can do to help you?" The priest walked up to Ah Qing step by step, with a faint smile on his lips, looking at this extraordinary oriental woman.

"Thank God. Being able to listen to prayers has benefited me a lot." Ah Qing smiled at him and bowed his head humbly.Then he expressed his thanks for the baptism and walked towards the door.

One step, two steps, three steps.Hanamaki kicked her legs and escaped from her embrace.

His dark brown eyes widened slightly, looking at the uncontrollable scene in front of him.

She tried to chase after her, but saw Hanamaki being picked up by a man, and then walked in front of her.

The timing was right and unbiased.She straightened up, watched the man in front of her put the black cat back into her arms, and then smiled.

"Thank you." She said, showing a shy smile.The handsome man in front of her eyes was her target for this mission.

The man who bought part of Pengelie's shares had a generous and reliable appearance.Shirt vest, very stable.And the purpose of her coming here is to find out whether it was just an accident or intentional.

And as she directs, men are indeed amazed by her appearance.Then he took her hand and kissed her politely.

"Beautiful lady, in order to celebrate our acquaintance, can I invite you to have a talk?"

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Fortunately, although he has recuperated for a long time, his ability to investigate has not yet fallen.Ah Qing just walked in the square with the man he met "by chance", then stepped into the coffee shop and was invited to have a cup of coffee.She has already obtained the information she wants - of course hypnosis is indispensable.

For these mediocre people, she is still more than enough.What relieved her was that what happened this time was indeed just an unintentional act.

"It turns out that Ms. Hasumi is Japanese. There are very few oriental faces here..." The man gently squeezed the coffee cup and poured the slightly bitter honey-colored liquid into his mouth.

That's the most popular latte in Italy, a perfect mix of espresso and milk.Ah Qing doesn't like coffee very much, she just gently stirs the metal spoon glowing warmly in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows to let the dense aroma fully evaporate.

Looking at the cars coming and going in front of the window, this is a pleasant and comfortable weather.She glanced lightly at the corner seat again. The silver-haired man with braids was half covered by a book, but she could tell that his complexion was not good.

Ah Qing couldn't help smiling, and blinked at him calmly.

This little brat who wanted to save face said that he must follow her, fearing that there would be some danger.And Ah Gang was also worried about this, so he ordered the prison temple to follow her.Fortunately, there have been no major events recently, and there is no need for Prison Temple to guard and command at the headquarters every day.

She leaned lightly on the back of the chair, patting the back of the cute Hanamaki.Hanamaki was always playful and clingy when he was young, but after so many years, he has become lazy, as if he was influenced by his master.

"Miss Hasumi, you are really the most beautiful oriental woman I have ever seen." The man put down his glass, and looked at the woman in front of him who was enveloped by the warm light from the window with a teasing smile.

"Sir, you are absurd." Ah Qing just smiled slightly, expressing her humility.

"No, you are really beautiful. I really... like you very much." There was a strange light in the other party's eyes.But Ah Qing knows that this is a common way Italian men praise women. They always praise you first, stir up the atmosphere, and seek love—of course, this is not true love.

Ah Qing just responded to his praise modestly and politely, without saying much.After all, she already got what she deserved, and she didn't need to do more things to win her favor.Now she is not a slick courtesan, but a fresh and refined woman in disguise, and naturally she does not need those communication skills.

After a while, the man looked at his watch, stood up and looked at her apologetically.

"Sorry, I still have work in the future. Ms. Hasumi, can you leave your contact information?"

Ah Qing nodded with a smile, and wrote down a string of numbers casually.

She sent the man to the door of the coffee shop, but the man suddenly hugged her gently, and whispered in her ear: "I look forward to seeing you next time."

Ah Qing knew that in the warm and hospitable Italy, this was just a kind of etiquette.But as a native Chinese, she still felt a little awkward.It's just that she still smiled and watched the man leave. As the figure gradually turned into black spots in the distance, the curvature of her mouth gradually collapsed until her face was expressionless.

The number for a man is naturally an empty number that will never get through, and she doesn't need to be surrounded by extra bees and butterflies.

"Hanjuan, you helped me a lot today." Ah Qing smiled softly again, and scratched the cat's chin.Hanamaki rubbed her hand comfortably and meowed, very pleased.

Someone behind her gently hugged her, but his tone was extremely violent.

"Don't do this kind of mission next time." Prison Temple put his hand on her shoulder, and his deep voice was a little hoarse and faintly angry.

"This is my vocation." Ah Qing curled her lips, looked up at the silver-haired man with a strange expression, and smiled apologetically.

With a tight gesture on his shoulders, Prison Temple held her in his arms a little arrogantly, declaring possession.

He really endured it for too long, and he didn't know why he could endure it for so long in the past few years, but now he couldn't bear it for a moment.Seeing the man holding her hand and kissing the back of it lightly, having a happy conversation and even the final parting ceremony, he felt the urge to shoot her away.It's just that this is indeed a mission, and he can't cause trouble for this woman.

Hanamaki let out a cry of dissatisfaction, and scratched Guisi's chest with one paw, as if she was very dissatisfied with him treating herself as a sandwich.

"Hahaha... Hanamaki, you are so cute." Ah Qing narrowed her watery eyes and couldn't help laughing.She glanced at the prison temple with a look of embarrassment, and couldn't help rubbing her face against Hanamaki's back.

"Damn it, Hanamaki is as stupid as a woman like you." Guiji bent down and pinched Hanamaki's ears, showing a ferocious expression.Hanamaki turned her head away directly, ignoring the threatening expression of the man in front of her.Although Yuji is usually very kind to Hanamaki, but at this moment, it resolutely stood on the side of the master.

Prison Temple snorted lightly, and turned away awkwardly.He embraced Ah Qing again, and walked slowly towards the downtown area.

"I said you are not gentle at all." Ah Qing said casually, teasing the Hanamaki in her arms.She has always been very surprised that the person in front of her is always so impatient and arrogant to her, even though she is born in the same Italy.

"Hmph." Prison Temple turned his head and gave her a vicious look, as if protesting the other party's words.Even though he was aggressive, his gray-green eyes were filled with rare tenderness.

Prison Temple suddenly remembered what the little girl selling flowers under the Ferris wheel said. At that time, he just thought that the little girl was trying to please her for selling flowers.He just thought it was good to look at the people around him, and wanted to remember everything with these eyes.

And the sense of satisfaction flowing through the heart can indeed be called happiness.This is the first time he has felt this way in many years.At that time, he couldn't believe it. The stupid woman in front of him said what he didn't dare to say in front of him, and he couldn't restrain the urge to hold her in his arms anymore.

"Hey, stupid woman. Just wait for me." Prison Temple patted her on the head lightly, with a faint smile on his lips.

Ah Qing nodded, stood still and continued to caress the flower roll in his arms.From the corner of her eye, she glanced at the silver-haired man who disappeared into the crowd, and was not in a hurry to do anything about him.Prison Temple is capable enough to protect itself, and so is she.In the turbulent crowd, in fact, no one is simple, but they are particularly cruel.

She has a sense of unreality.Cruel wars, cheap human lives, shady deals, undeniable marriages, interests greater than relatives—this is the world she lives in.And she always felt that the feelings that sprouted in this windy and dark place were too fragile, and it seemed that they could be wiped out.

A bouquet of tender and ready-to-drop roses suddenly came into view, the slightly rolled corners and the dew glistening in the sun set off the gorgeous bright red.

"Stupid woman, here are the flowers for you."

The slender body of the man in front of him cast a long shadow under the sun, hitting her body.She looked at the faint green flickering in those silver-gray eyes, and her thin lips were slightly raised, melting the solid edges and corners of the past.

And the man turned his head slightly, a slight blush flew up on his face, which was really pretty.He scratched his hair awkwardly, seemingly unfamiliar with such things.

For the first time, Ah Qing had the urge to cry.But not because of sadness.

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