Chapter 482： Get into trouble

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After reading through the "Red Martyrs Party" information provided by Emma, ​​Tang Fang turned his attention to the person behind the scenes who hired him to murder him, with a sneer from the corners of his mouth.

Many things in the world are not as tortuous as in the story, and sometimes they are often simple.

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Aros and Churchill returned quickly. When Tang asked how things were going, the veteran told him Connor? Raphael was not at home, and it was said that he rushed to "Heisenberg" to meet with the Redeemer Humanitarian Foundation. Several committee members handed over the work.

However, Old Connor's wife was at home and left the two bottles of wine for the two of them to speak, thanking Captain Tang for the gift.

Tang Fang didn't take this matter to heart, and invited the two to sit down and drink tea with him.

At about noon, Yingluo and Linglong pushed the door and walked in. He was resting on the soft armrest of the sofa and closed his eyes, but suddenly smelled a scent of flowers, which reminded him of Charlotte Quinn.

Although the two have not seen each other a few times, her shadow is like a flower in Linglong's hand, so unique and so beautiful, she put the Buddha in the depths of her mind with a knife.

The scents of tea and flowers are mixed together, but they rarely penetrate each other and become a kind of unpleasant taste. They are like colorful rainbows, cheerful and beautiful, and make people feel happy.

Claire walked out from the back kitchen, holding a spoon and a shovel in her hand, Tang Yun opened the door a gap, and stuck her head out. The little nose twitches back and forth, like a puppy smelling bacon.

There was a strange noise from the bathroom, listening carefully as if someone was yawning. It turned out that the thinker took advantage of his bright eyes and fell asleep on the white toilet seat.

Tang Fang looked at the little flower in the water bottle in Linglong's palm. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The flowers bloom with five petals, red, yellow, white, blue and green, and they are really delicate and beautiful. The pink and sparse core in the middle is like a girl's smile, shy and beautiful, arousing love.

There is no wind in the room, but it gently shakes the petals like a light butterfly, sending out more fragrance. Stronger sweetness.

Linglong walked to the front of the coffee table and placed the small vase in the center, moving lightly and slowly.

She said softly: "Brother Tang, this is Miss Charlotte's return."

"Yimihua?" Kleiya looked down at the apron she was wearing, and did not approach, for fear that the fumes would disturb the elf dancing on the coffee table.

Linglong nodded and shook her head: "Although many people call it that, Miss Charlotte said no."

Tang Yunyao walked out of the room with her shoes on, with a trace of fatigue remaining on her face, not because she didn't wake up, but because she had been playing games for 3 hours. Especially the "Eagle Strike the Sky", it was really hard to play.

"1,2,3,4,5...The color of each leaf is different, what is it, isn't it?"

Linglong said, "Miss Charlotte didn't say."

Tang Yun came closer. He lowered his body, took a breath in the air, a rainbow burst into his eyes, and the whole person became energetic, and said happily, "It smells good."

"But..." When she said this, the color in her eyes slowly faded and became a little melancholy, and said: "If the whole plant is so good, it would be really sad to watch it slowly wither like this."

Everyone was stunned. She is Sa Huan selling Meng, and she is also the one who deceives good and fears evil. But who would have thought that Miss Tang has such a sentimental side.

The whole plant... Even if it was a whole plant, she couldn't support it. Everyone knows that only the Galaxy Enchantress can feed this kind of flower, and others don't even have seeds, let alone cultivation techniques.

Yingluo approached for a few minutes and explained: "Miss Charlotte said that this flower is placed in a water bottle and placed in a ventilated place, enough to keep it for a month without wilting."

"What are you talking about?" Tang Yun was taken aback when he heard the words, and Tang Fang, Churchill and others were also shocked.

As we all know, this kind of flower grows in the sandy soil in the backyard of the Galaxy Demon's Mansion. It is not an aquatic plant. After losing the soil environment on which it depends, it shouldn’t last long.

Yingluo said: “According to agent Ilyxia, this kind of flower will draw water at night to condense a layer of ice on the surface of the petals. She thinks this is the reason why the flower can be stored for a long time.”

"Hehe, hehe." Accompanied by a sneer of urn sound, Bai Yue walked out of the bathroom and said: "If you put it in a steamer, I see how it condenses with ice flowers. The flowers are beautiful when they bloom. It's like life."

Listening to the first half of the sentence is the cow chewing the peony, but the second half... has become a poetry recitation of the second form teenager.

Tang Fang said, "You should eat brain fragments."

Bai Yue asked innocently: "What is that? How does it taste?"

The atmosphere in the living room froze.

Crea remembered that the soup was still simmering on the stove, and there was still a fish on the chopping board that had not been cleaned, so she took the spoon and shovel and walked back to the kitchen.

Yingluo didn't say much, and went into the kitchen behind Claire.

Linglong moved the vase to the opened window sill under Tang Fang's instruction.

Aros picked up the teacup again, and poured the golden-yellow tea that had turned from hot into his mouth.

Churchill took out the "three-headed dog", shook the wheel, wiped off the dust attached to the gap with his fingers, bulged his cheeks and blew a big mouth against the bullet nest.

Baiyue was like a gust of wind, a hurricane with the flavor of a toilet, messing up the buds of the weeping willow, blowing away the mist in the distance, breaking through the Pinghu Lake, and blowing away the fragrance of flowers.

Tang Lin pushed the door and walked in, and found that the atmosphere in the living room was a bit weird. It seemed that there were cool shots in the thriller. It seemed like two worlds with the red flowers outside. It felt awkward, like being punched in the chest. stuffy.

There was a strange noise in the kitchen, and a fragrance came to the face. It was the fresh fragrance of the carp.

"Big Brother..." Tang Lin saw the little flower waving in the wind behind Linglong, and wanted to ask something.

Tang Fang pointed to the sofa opposite, and said, "Sit down and drink tea."

Tang Lin wisely didn't ask, turned around and gave Bai Yue a fierce look.

"Did I say something wrong?" Bai Yue said he was innocent, but no one paid any attention to him.

Tang Fang asked about Morris slaves. Tang Lin told him that everything went well. The immigration management office specially set up a fast track for this matter to complete the registration and entry of the 220 Morris slaves' identity information as quickly as possible.

celebrity. In fact, it represents privilege.

Of course, except for notoriety.

Then he asked about the resettlement situation. After all, the "Babylon" matter is not over yet, for that very important and important thing. He must do a big business with Adam Oliver, or a Republican, which may take ten and a half days.

Tang Lin told him that he had arranged those people in another apartment hotel 3 blocks away from "Venice" and left Hausen to take care of him.

Tang Fang nodded. The reason why they did not arrange them in "Venice" is because this place has become the focus of major media and forces. If the 220 Morris slaves are also arranged, there will be more or less. Hidden dangers. It might as well be divided into two places.

During the conversation, when the food was coming out of the kitchen, Kleiya's call came from the restaurant, so Tang Ji stood up and walked towards the restaurant.

Tang Yun got out of the room and was about to trot into the living room to take a place. Tang Fang grabbed her and pointed to Freya's room on the second floor.

The little girl pouted her lips and ran up to the second floor unwillingly.

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After one meal, it was already 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and Yingluo, Bai Hao and others returned to the room for lunch. Tang Fang still went back to the living room to drink tea, thinking about what to do next.

Time passed, and the shadows of the sun slanted in the blink of an eye. The huge air-conditioning system on the dome sent a refreshing breeze, blowing the window screens, blowing the little flower beside the window fascinated.

The soft sunlight shed a golden light on the glass windows, like sweet whiskey, and charming amber, more like a lover's whisper in the ear.

During this period, the front desk of the hotel made several phone calls. Either people from the media asked for interviews, or large mining companies brought them to visit, or people from some non-governmental organizations came to seek friendship.

Some even forcibly broke into the hotel backyard with flying equipment. Provoking all the gates and the "Sky Garden" police are in a mess.

Tang Fang had long expected such a thing to happen. Several warnings were arranged outside the villa to prevent terrorist attacks. As for those requests to meet, he rejected them all. He has always been lazy, and he really doesn't want to entangle with the reporters in the media, even if they refer to the deer as a horse and confuse black and white.

After dinner and chatting for a while, Yingluo, Linglong and others went back to the room to rest one after another. The living room gradually left only Tang Fang and Freya.

Creya thought it was because he recalled what he said in the afternoon and hid in his room early. Of course, the door was unlocked, as usual.

Master Captain is worrying about something, what exactly will Freya do to let her share a room with Tang Yun? Think about the experience of "Alkesi", he feels this is not good.

Then let her share a room with Claire? tonight……

Just let her sleep with Tang Yun for a few more days. Anyway, that girl has recently become obsessed with a flight simulation game and has no time to talk to her for the time being.

Thinking of this, he raised his head and glanced at Freya. The girl was lying on the sofa and watching a variety show. Sometimes she laughed sweetly, and wriggled, like a cat that was tired and wriggling. .

Because she slept for a few hours in the morning, she looked very energetic and didn't mean to be sleepy at all.

Tang Fang glanced in the direction of the second floor, gently stood up and walked towards the stairs.

His steps are very light, like a thief.

The flower thief is also a thief.

It is false to say that he is not nervous. He is afraid of awakening Tang Lin and the others, and he is somewhat stage fright.

"Tang Fang, are you going to sleep?"

A voice awakened him, and when he looked back, Freya didn't know when she got off the sofa, her little hand was holding her arm, and her cheeks that looked more delicate under the light were thickly puzzled.

"You are acting like a thief now." She stated objectively.

Tang Fang laughed and lied without shame: "I think you are so focused, because I am afraid of disturbing you."

Freya believed it to be true, and looked at him happily and shook her head: "Why? I'm waiting for you to go to sleep."

Tang Fang blinked, a little dazed: "Aren't you in the same room with Tang Yun?"

"I want to share a room with you."

"..."

Tang Fang feels that sometimes beauty is not a good thing.

"Hey, obedient, you sleep in a room with Tang Yun today."

"No."

Freya pouted: "I just want to sleep with you."

Tang Fang raised his eyebrows, pretending to be annoyed, and said in a deep voice: "If you don't obey, believe it or not, I will **** you up immediately."

The little girl stared into his eyes for a while, then nodded: "Letter."

But Tang Fang breathed a sigh of relief. When she was about to compliment her with a honey, she jumped out one step at a time and ran up to the second floor. A word was left far away: "I'll beg Sister Claire so you can't **** me dry."

Tang Fang was stunned. Standing at the top of the stairs for a while, I suddenly thought of something, yelled "bad", and hurried to the second floor.

With the rapid and dull footsteps going further and further away, Bai Yue stretched his head out of the bathroom, looked at the direction of the stairs, and said quietly: "Life is like climbing stairs. You must go up. You must go down. Or you can't go up."

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Tang Fang climbed up to the second floor. Kleiya was already standing in the small hall, wearing a single coat, holding Freya's hand and gnashing his teeth and looking at him.

"I did not mean."

"What am I misunderstanding?" The girl was a little unhappy.

Not some, but very upset.

"Who you sleep with is your freedom."

When Captain Tang heard this, he didn't know what Freya had said to her, frowned, did not rush to explain, but took two steps forward. Ignoring her somewhat angry and disappointed gaze, she pulled up her sweat-stained right hand, turned and walked to her room.

Claire couldn't break free. Only by him, Freya followed into the room with a confused look.

She felt that something was wrong with the development of the matter, and said to her heart that it shouldn't be like this. Claire should help her intercede. Why is there something wrong with the atmosphere between them?

Isn't it normal to wake up during the day and sleep at night? She likes Tang Fang the most, can't she sleep with him? Why does Sister Claire look so angry?

Freya pondered for a while, and felt that she wanted to understand. It may be that she likes Tang Fang as much as herself, but... since she likes it. Wouldn’t it be enough to sleep together?

She couldn't understand it, it was obviously very simple. Why is it so complicated.

The sound of the three people's footsteps was a little messy, awakening Roy, who was already urinating.

He got up from the bed, pressed him back to the bed with one hand, and at the same time a very low voice sounded in his ears.

"Shhh...what are you doing when you get up?"

"I have a urgency."

"I have to hold back the urgency."

Roy puzzled: "Why? Also, what was happening outside just now?"

Bai Hao pressed his shoulders tightly, unable to see his face clearly in the dark, but his tone was a little rejoicing and proud: "Fortunately, vacate the room downstairs to Corrie, otherwise you guy will be designated to get into trouble tonight. "

Roy twisted his neck, looked at the outline of the face in the darkness, and said, "My mother said it was difficult to hold back urine."

Bai Hao snorted coldly: "It's even worse to offend the boss."

"Don't I just go to the toilet? How can this offend Big Brother Tang."

Bai Hao did not answer, his ears twitched twice, and slowly retracted his hands: "Okay, you can go now."

The night wind smashed open the gauze curtains, and a ray of moonlight shone on his face, a little playful, a little curious, and a little gloating.

In the next room, Churchill snorted like a rhythm and blues.

Aros turned over and faced the window. On the balcony, there were golden needles swaying in the moonlight, like a sleepless spirit.

On the other side, Tang Fang took Claire's hand and walked into the room, gently closing the door, acting as light as a civet cat.

Freya is definitely a heartless lord. She spent 20 seconds thinking about Tang Fang and Claire’s problems, and found that she couldn’t figure it out, so she simply stopped taking too much mental effort, kicked and kicked with both feet. The slippers on the soles of Hida's feet, like the mini-Pooh bears that found their prey, suddenly plunged into the neatly laid quilt on the bed, and his head rolled around like a dough press.

"Haha... a lot of Tang Fang flavor."

She was very happy, very happy, looking at the matrix lamp on the ceiling with a smirk, like an idiot.

The corners of Tang Fang's mouth twitched a few times, his expression was very complicated, there was love, helplessness, grievance, and dumbfounding.

This little Nizi is so cute that she is so cute, it is really difficult for people to hold emotions such as resentment and blame.

Kleiya was silent, standing on the bedside watching the little girl overturning the pillow on the bed, kicking the quilt, sometimes putting it in a big font, sometimes pouting her **** and lowering her head, like a puppy smelling the delicious gravy.

She seemed to understand something. Just now, she was too excited and too subjective.

She went back to her room an hour ago, put her head in the cup, and pretended to sleep, but she couldn't sleep at all.

She has been awake, more excited than ever.

Will Tang Fang forget what he said in the morning?

When will you go upstairs? What will it do?

Go straight into her room or knock on the door politely as usual?

Will you gently call her name when you enter the house or hug her from behind?

Is it kissing her hair tenderly, or holding her body arrogantly, coming and whistling away like a Jiang Yang thief snatching the wife.

She was nervous, scared, and faintly expecting something.

But I didn't think it was Tang Fang who opened the door of her room tonight, but Freya, and the little girl asked her to beg Tang Fang for help and sleep in a bed.

She thought it was a bit ridiculous, and she sighed that Freya's attachment to the boy had reached a heinous level, until the little girl said the next sentence.

"It's like it was in'Alkesi'."

Claire felt that a flame was rising from the bottom of her heart, it was not violent, it was very cold, and her heart ached.

She lifted the quilt, sat up, and looked at the little girl who had been groping for a long time and turned on the room light easily.

If she keeps it in the usual way, she will smile, because Freya wears like a spinning top The top is round and the bottom is round. It is neither beautiful nor convenient. It is from the family of Bai Yue from the "Alkasi" It was stolen from a national clothing store, no... borrowed in his own words.

But tonight, she couldn't laugh, instead she asked a little sadly: "Have you slept with him?"

Freya answered her seriously: "Yes." Then she counted her fingers and said, "There are 4 days...no, 5 days."

Claire got off the bed and took the little girl's hand and walked out of the room. She wanted to ask her face to face what was going on with Tang Fang? Is what Freya said true? How could he do such a thing! (A great event of pie-dropping in the sky, a cool phone is waiting for you! Follow it~ Click/Chinese website official account (WeChat add friend-add official account-enter qdread), participate now! Everyone has a prize, now immediately Follow the qdread WeChat official account!) (to be continued)

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