delicious life

He was wiping the black gun, his voice was like the dry and cold winter wind, his sharp eyes pierced him, and he could hear every word clearly:

"Morrison, my child...you should know what you should do and what you should not do. You can have many lovers, and I never restrain you. But you can't just have one woman, one without An ordinary woman with status and background, she is not qualified to be with you. If you insist on marrying a woman by your side, it must be a woman of status who has enough power to make the family grow further. Don't do stupid things, Mo Leeson."

"No, I don't need a marriage partner, I swear, I will never marry a woman I don't love, who is just a puppet!" At that time, he slammed the door angrily and left, paying for his stupidity. Painful price.She was shot by her father's men...

The bullet hit the heart without moving, and the girl died in his arms. Filled with resentment, he went to reason with that cruel man who was like a machine, and then left the closed and blocked home like a castle in grief and pain.

Fast-forward five years, he left swords and swords, the lives of ordinary people were colorful, and he met someone who made his heart move again.Absorb the sunshine, collect the smile.The existence of Mo Ci made him feel that he was completely separated from the world behind him.

The dark world to which he will never return no matter what.

Morrison shook his head and refocused his lost focus on the man in front of him.

He swears that this time he decided to catch Mo Ci and prevent this ray of sunshine from slipping away from him! ——

The author has something to say: I don’t want to say anything, I broke my promise and gained weight. I have gained a lot of weight. Today’s two updates will make up for everyone.

52. chapter11

In order to take care of Morrison who was injured for the second time, Mo Ci politely declined Winnie's invitation for the third time.

Under the increasingly intensive "training" by Mr. Antoine, taking into account the task of taking care of friends and taking time to visit and help, Mo Ci felt that the pace of his life was constantly accelerating.

The girl said in a disappointed tone.

"Mo Ci, this is already the fourth time. If you answer with such an opening every time, I will think you are tired of me."

With a slight pause and a long ending, Mo Ci could imagine Winnie holding the phone, her beautiful big eyes covered with mist.

"I'm sorry, Winnie—" Mo Ci was busy explaining, and swallowed the rest of the words because of the girl's aggravated voice on the other end.

"Mo Ci, Christmas is coming soon."

"Yes, I'm sorry..."

"Don't say sorry, oh, Mo Ci, do you still want to say 'sorry' in such a situation?"

The girl's lowered voice rose in the last few words, and the questioning tone left Mo Ci speechless.

Indeed, this is already the fourth time.

The teacher's lectures should not be missed. Without family to take care of him, he will have to lie in a hospital bed for a week. Morrison, who has no family, needs to be taken care of, and the daily schedule is tightly arranged-he almost forgets that he is still with this man named Wen Ni's girl is in a relationship.

"Although you don't want to hear this sentence, I still want to say sorry. Winnie, I have been too busy recently. My life is like a clock hanging on a clock tower, and every minute and every second is going on. , the only time I can spare is sleep at night. Christmas..."

"It's not a good thing to be too busy, Mo Ci, let the tense life have more leisurely happiness, you should relax."

He didn't hear the long complaints he imagined, and Winnie's thoughtfulness made him very comfortable.Mo Ci leaned forward slightly, and saw that the sky outside was rare and clear these days.

"Winnie," Mo Ci withdrew his upper body and leaned against the wall, "I will set aside a period of time to accompany you wherever you want on Christmas Day."

"Well, then I'll wait for your call." The girl's gentle voice came over, with a hint of joy that her wish had come true.

If Winnie had been in the bedroom at home, she would have slumped on warm-toned pillows.After Mo finished his speech, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he changed his hand to hold the phone.

"Goodbye, Winnie." Mo Ci said goodbye to the girl.

"Hehe, goodbye, dear." The girl's particularly emphatic address disappeared in the beeping sound, and she hung up the phone first.

The crisp laughter at the end expresses Winnie's happy mood.

Mo Ci put down the phone, prepared the things he needed to bring to the hospital, changed his shoes, and walked out the door.

When I woke up in the morning, there was a vast expanse outside the window.

White snowflakes fell from the leaden sky one after another, blown by the cold wind and drifted to the tops of the houses and the trees on the ground.

The white snow scene made the sky light up early, and the fine snow was still falling tirelessly, covering the snow scene that was dyed at night one after another.

Mo Ci's hot white air hit the glass window, and the snowflakes on the north side of the window slowly melted.

In the sky, hexagonal snowflakes landed on the melted space at an oblique angle.

It snowed all night and it was still heavy.

Mo Ci found a thick winter coat from the closet, and changed into the thin pajamas on his body. Country F's winter is very cold, and he doesn't want to let his cold every winter become a habit. If so, he will probably stay in the hospital with Morrison and count the snowflakes outside the window.

He didn't forget to buy a small gift for his girlfriend. Winnie is gentle, generous, considerate and pleasant, and he also needs a gift to enhance the inseparable and somewhat dangerous relationship between the two.

But, is it good to buy it?The second youngest of the Mo family, who has kept himself clean for five years, frowned his two slender eyebrows, racking his brains to think about the gifts that girls like.

Jewelry, watches, designer bags?No, here he is just an ordinary foreign student. If such a gift is presented, Winnie will think that he robbed the bank.

After putting on the outer coat and buttoning the clothes, Mo Ci opened the door.

The cold wind swarmed into the heated room, and Mo Ci, who didn't feel cold just now, shrank his neck, closed the door again, and put on his thick leather boots.These boots are padded leather boots bought by Mrs. Charles, who kindly asked the neighbor, Mrs. Charles.As early as a month ago, it was said in the news that there would be a cold snap in the near future.Mo Ci's winter clothes were bought by Mrs. Charles, who is a good bargainer.

After confirming that he could go out, Mo Ci opened the door again.

The leather boots under my feet are a bit big. Among tall and strong Europeans, these boots are the smallest size. Maybe I will bring some small gifts for my neighbors.

The snow under his feet creaked and creaked, and his shoes were a little too big, making it difficult for him to walk fast.

The snow was so thick that it turned the city into a white coat overnight.The temperature difference outside is huge, and more and more snowflakes are accumulating on the umbrella Mo Ci is holding.

After waiting for nearly 10 minutes on the road that was not completely covered by snow, Mo Ci finally came to an unmanned TAXI.

Mo Ci rubbed his hands, put away the umbrella, and quickly got into the car.

The driver sitting in the right driver's seat was a fat man in his 50s, wearing a brown coat and a black scarf woven with wool around his neck.He warmly greeted Mo Ci, and began to chat about today's weather.

After learning that Mo Ci's goal was the shopping street full of beautiful things, the driver turned the steering wheel, and the hot air he exhaled hit the front windshield.

"The young man wants to buy a gift for his girlfriend?"

"Yes. In fact, I am troubled by this matter. Red roses must be given, but what should I give as another gift? I don't know what else to give besides flowers?" Mo Ci has long been used to F The enthusiasm that Chinese people can see everywhere answered the driver's uncle's ridicule.

Mo Ci wanted to warm his cold fingers, rubbing his hands back and forth on the back seat, maybe Mr. Driver could come up with a good idea.

"Hehe, roses are the best gift. There is no woman who doesn't like flowers. The fragrance of flowers is intoxicating, expressing a fiery heart and love. Maybe I can give you an idea. Let me tell you about me first, I've made up my mind Such a gift for my wife—a perfume infused with the scent of roses."

The driver drove the car carefully while chatting with Mo Ci.

The snow on the road was very slippery. Fortunately, at this time, there were already specialized snowplows in uniform to sweep away the snow on the road that would make cars slippery and easily cause car accidents.

The young man's passion for love is like fire, and he is full of energy every day. He doesn't want to delay the time for the young man who is caught up in the passion to buy gifts.

"Perfume? This is a good idea, I think she will like it." Mo Ci put his warmed hands into his pockets, and asked again: "If I were to give a gift to a friend who was injured and hospitalized, what would be the best gift?"

Looking at the shy driver with a belly through the rearview mirror, Mo Ci wanted to hear some suggestions from him.Perfume is the favorite of people in F country. Although Winnie is Chinese, she is also an authentic F country person. Girls will like these things. Mr. Driver's words make sense.

"Is it a man or a woman?"

The chubby driver showed a strong interest in Mo Ci's hesitation.

"Well, it's a man." Mo Ci still felt very cold, he felt that his feet were going to be frozen, maybe it was not a good decision to go out today.

"Oh, man, the kind with a strong relationship?"

"Yes, buddy."

"That friend of yours is so poor," Mr. Driver made a sign of the cross on his chest, "If he is not seriously ill, he can go out for a walk, and you can invite him to watch a football match at the National Stadium. A duel of kings, I believe Cordra of the Lions will