Social animals don't deserve love

over the high seas

sky casino

In order to please his blind date, Mitsui had to reluctantly step into this golden cave that can drain the last drop of blood from his blood vessels. He has always been indifferent to these extrajudicial places that can bring people to the deepest depths, but... there is no way .Not all families that have been handed down from ancient times can live in poverty and live in peace and contentment. They have no status but no money. It can be said that this is one of the most embarrassing things for these "noble blood" survivors.

He didn't know how he was attracted by that lady.All of a sudden, everyone cast envious eyes, and the "friends" who used to be connected but not very close came to congratulate him one after another, congratulating him on getting the favor of the boss's adopted daughter--it is said that he is an adopted daughter, who doesn't know that the old gentleman is so fond of him. Adopted daughters are more affectionate than biological children, and a year ago, there was a lot of excitement because of this.

I have to say that he has no sex with the lady named Qianxun. The two are as completely different as the two poles of the earth. I really want to break my head and can't figure out why she would be pursued by all the dazzling people. Those who point to his head.

Probably... the handsome young man had to cover his chest to admit the fact—probably just because he looked the weakest and the best to control, even if he wore a strangely colored hat on his head in the future, he would never dare to speak out.She was right, he didn't dare.The whole family focused on the amount of Miss Qian's dowry, and they almost washed him up and brought him to the lady's table in person, completely ignoring his protests.

His father's frowning and his mother's swollen eyes caused him to be defeated again and again, and the result of his constant retreat was that there was no way to retreat.

—Okay, so be it.In this way, I will return my life and soul to you. If people can really have an afterlife, I hope I can be an orphan.

A young man who doesn't like noise and noise is squeezed out of his blind date by a group of "competitors" who are more flattering and show-off. When he walked out of the casino lobby, he let out a breath to wipe away the sweat that didn't exist, and just wanted to find a place to hide in. Go and be quiet.

Heh, I also know that such a place of indulgence and pleasure will not leave room for people to read.

Walking into the elevator and pressing the button at random, he wearily tore off the knot of his tie, his drooping fingers ran across the pockets of his clothes, and only when he touched something hard did he remember the book he had always carried with him.I planned to buy it and read it carefully, but because of all kinds of things, I haven't even torn the package.I threw it into the box when I was packing the luggage the night before departure, and now I can just take it out and find a corner to read to my heart's content.

The author of the book is unknown, and he bought it only because the artist responsible for the illustrations is the one he likes. It is said that Mr. Yada, whose output has become increasingly scarce recently, even wrote a preface for this book.

Should be worth a few hours?

Thinking of this, the young man regained some energy. The elevator just stopped, and he walked out feeling his pockets... Ah, he went to the wrong floor.

He hesitated and wanted to go back, but unexpectedly the elevator door was closed and the numbers jumped rapidly.

Different from other floors, the floor here is covered with an additional layer of thick and dense carpets, and large and colorful flowers are stretched wantonly, displaying its price in all directions and angles.The corridor was very quiet, there were no self-satisfied winners, no crying gamblers, and no one walking up and down flattering rich ladies.

No, he didn't have any comments on Miss Qian, whether positive or negative, he maintained a neutral position.Maybe she has too many lovers, but that's what you want, she can afford it, they are willing, and she didn't hurt anyone, so what's the point of accusation?Even he himself is just an "observation object", not a fiancée, let alone a lover. Didn't he take the initiative to accompany her here to relax in order to chase wealth?Of course one should not look down upon other men who are actively working towards the same purpose.

He just thinks they are too loud, and the hypocritical compliments make people get goosebumps, even if it's for money, it's too, too disgusting.It's hard to imagine that a person can work so hard for a lifetime, and if he can't persist, at least he certainly can't.If it was him, he would probably have to stick to it for the rest of his life, handing her a cup of hot milk every night, and urging her to go to bed early.

Mitsui walked forward while distracted, there was a corner of sunlight at the corner, presumably it could accommodate a person to hide in.

Ahh...this wonderful quiet space already has an owner.

It was a lady who was incompatible with the concept of "casino". She was wearing a long white dress and a bright red shawl.The pure red and pure white collided fiercely to achieve a wonderful balance, making her hair like ebony and lips like plum blossoms even more apparent.

She was sitting on the sofa under the window and was seriously reading a collection of poems, as if she was about to melt into the golden sunlight in the next second.The air seemed to form a vortex of silence around her, as if you could touch the reassuring silence by raising your hand.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, he stared at a lady so impolitely and couldn't look away, his eyes were straight like a pervert.

"Hello." The woman across from him put down the poetry collection in her hand, her black eyes were like deer in the forest, and spring water was flowing.

She... is not a wax sculpture, nor is she an imaginary goddess of beauty?

The woman straightened her long hair, her eyes were gentle and peaceful: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Ah! No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to break in. I'm sorry to bother you!" Guilt for no reason hit her heart, only breaking her leisurely reading was like committing a felony, so guilty that she almost wanted to cry Runny nose.Mitsui bowed deeply: "Please forgive me, I will leave now!"

"Eh? Casino guests are free to use any of the facilities here. Sorry, please take a seat if you don't mind."

There was a bit of a smile in her voice, and it sounded like heaven to the young man's ears—what a gentle person, if he had such a beauty, if he could be one-tenth of her gentleness and humility, he would be strict with himself .

Presumably the room on this floor, no, in this hotel, including the entire casino, even the entire country, and even the world, nothing could make people feel more peaceful than being around her.He bowed carelessly again, hardly daring to look up at her again, found the seat farthest away and sat down, and hurriedly took out the book from his pocket—for fear that if he took it slowly, she would mistake it for "reading" "It's just an excuse.

That's not good, it's like jk fell face down in front of the idol and has no image at all, it makes people so frustrated that they can't wait to die socially.

This time he was extra careful even tearing off the wrapping paper, for fear of disturbing her again.

After finally taking this book out of the package, which he bought and hadn’t read, he looked at the binding first over and over again—as expected of Mr. Yada’s design: the light green cover is simple and plain but has an air of The meaning of the heart softened.Like an old friend, sitting in the old seat of the bar, intending to tell a story about the past in a soothing tone.

Opening this book, maybe at first he would secretly look up at her skirt and fingers from time to time, and after 10 minutes, he would completely forget that there is a beautiful woman sitting not far away...

What a good book!

There is no deliberately horrifying plot arrangement, no gorgeous embellishments, no sad sighs pretending to be melancholy, and no hoarse emotional catharsis.Some are just a "novel", a person who has told an ordinary story seriously, the little troubles and little happiness that will happen to everyone.

Naturally, speaking eloquently, the author holds the reader's hand and touches the world of the people in the book.As I read it, tears may flow down my face, and perhaps a knowing smile will follow.

After reading the last page, Mitsui closed the book and turned to the book section and said to himself: "Oda Sakunosuke, I don't seem to have seen this name before. Are there any other works that can be continued?"

"Sorry..." The woman's gentle voice sounded again: "Sorry, that book..."

"Ah—ah! Ahhhhhhh! Sorry!" Mitsui suddenly realized that he was being rude to the extreme by leaving a lady who was so beautiful that he didn't know how long. the behavior of.

But the other party raised the poetry collection to cover half of his face, turned to chuckle a few times, and turned back: "It's me who should apologize. I disturbed you. I'm sorry."

Being watched tenderly by such a person feels like being gently returned to the world from the deepest part of hell by her.

"No, no, you don't have to apologize...Did I make a fuss and scare you?"

Mitsui subconsciously lowered his tone, and the woman's eyes slid down to his fingertips: "I don't have that book in the casino's study room, I don't mind... Could you lend me a few pages to read?"

To be honest, if it was someone else, he would definitely refuse, but for her, well, go back and buy another copy that is exactly the same.

"For you, this book is illustrated and bound by my favorite artist, but now I announce that the author, Mr. Oda Sakunosuke, is my new idol!"

He handed the book out with shaking hands, and ripples appeared in the woman's spring-like eyes: "Thank you, I don't know how to thank you...My name is Anna, and I am the cousin of the casino manager. I recently stayed here to recuperate."

She took the book, lowered her head and gently stroked the cover: "It looks like a good book worth reading."

"Yes, yes, it won't be burdensome to read, but it can make people think a lot after putting it down. This is the way this book is."

He was positive about Amway, and shyly twisted his fingers: "Miss Anna...willing to accept this book is the greatest affirmation for me. My name is Mitsui, that, that..."

He thought, for an ordinary man like me, even being able to hand her a book would be something to be proud of.

"Mr. Mitsui is too modest. No matter what others think, what I saw was a gentle, refined and considerate man. Also, the lady who plans to date you values ​​you deeply in her heart."

She showed a sly smile, her eyes rolled around nimbly.

Mitsui blushed from her teasing, and stammered: "Ah! Yes, yes? Thank you for your good words."

That's Miss Qian, don't mention whether she values ​​it or not, even if she only puts her in the eyes and gets basic respect, he will be satisfied.

"Of course, my prediction will not go wrong."

Saying "Anna" stood up from the sofa, bowed slightly and walked out of this world: "Thank you for your company, I will borrow this book first, if I can't return it to you on time, please allow me to exchange it with other items of equivalent value. "

With the light, she walked into the dark corridor.Mitsui sat dryly for a while, shook his head mockingly, got up and planned to go back to the hall to have a look.

No matter whether the marriage can be done or not, Zuo has the responsibility to protect the lady who travels with him.In case Miss Qian drank a few more drinks, he had to send her back to her room safely.