Queen Revenge

I touched the wound on my neck, “I haven’t seen you in a few years, the bandit aura on you hasn’t changed at all, and you’re still talking so out of tune.”

Martin Mo glanced at the wound on my neck and his eyes turned cold at first: “Come with me.”

Without further ado, he yanked me by the hand and headed out the door, shoving me straight inside his tawdry sports car and blasting the gas to the hospital.

But it is a little bit of trauma, he entered the hospital in a hurry to pull the doctor, let the doctor to see me, do not know that I thought my life is going to die.

Although it is a small injury, dealing with wounds is still very painful, Martin Mo has been on the side of the guard, staggering: “Gently gently, did not see her pain ah, hurt my woman, small master want you to see.”

It was so noisy that I swept a look over my shoulder, “Martin Mo, shut up.”

The doctor could have been a little lighter, but when he yelled at him so staggeringly, his hands were shaking, and he wrapped the gauze with a little more force, which hurt even more.

Martin Mo shut his mouth as the doctor treated my wound, “It’s okay, don’t touch water for a while, it’ll heal quickly.”

Martin Mo looked at my neck and waved his hand at the doctor in a manner that made it look like he could kneel in peace, “Go down.”

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I sat on the stool, this is to take a closer look at Martin Mo, a few years do not see, indeed a lot of changes, pulled up the sleeves to reveal sturdy arms, very manly, the clothes on the body seem ordinary, but they are all expensive, it seems that he has mixed well over the years.

Martin Mo, a little uncomfortable by my stare, rubbed his nose and playfully said, “Is it that you haven’t seen me for a few years, and suddenly you’re charmed by my handsome and dashing appearance, and realize that you were looking at the wrong person in the first place, and how you didn’t choose me, and chose that nerd, Ulysses Will.”

This is the second time Martin Mo has mentioned Ulysses Will.

In the orphanage, Martin Mo always compared with Ulysses Will, he is very strong, everything has to compete, Ulysses Will is also a very self-respecting person, if you let Martin Mo know Ulysses Will’s current situation, Martin Mo’s mouth, this nature, will certainly go to Ulysses Will’s wounds to rub salt in his wounds. If Martin Mo knew about Ulysses Will’s current situation

Seeing that I didn’t say anything, Martin Mo restrained his laughter and his expression became serious, “You guys shouldn’t have split up, right?”

It’s not a breakup, it’s an end that never started.

I am also a good face, some things can not say, change the topic, “Why did you suddenly come back.”

“I came back for you.” Martin Mo looks at me and seizes on the question from earlier, “Did you guys really split up? Where’s Ulysses Will? Ask him out and let’s three have a good drink.”

“Martin Mo, if you ever mention Ulysses Will again, stop talking.”

Martin Mo immediately clamped his mouth shut and stifled another mutter, “What a mess.”

He was dying for me to fall out with Ulysses Will, and suddenly, Martin Mo slapped his thighs and sat down next to me, “Alva, be my girlfriend.”

“Martin Mo, if you keep talking nonsense, I’m going back.”

Martin Mo This was said a few years ago, and after a few years, I’m not the same Alva Hill, having had a baby and now holding the title of Ms. Richter, and he, while still the same, I didn’t say yes back then, and I’m even less likely to say yes today.

“Where do you live, I will send you.” Martin Mo see me angry, also convergence of some: “you a girl in the middle of the night how dangerous, in case of just now again encountered things, not necessarily just so lucky to meet me.”

“You’re trying to find out where I live while you can.”

I knew right away what Martin Mo was up to.

Speaking of the man with the beard just now, I do recall his unfinished words, what happened to the baby in Bella Hill’s belly? What was the rest of what he said?

Martin Mo hooked his lips in a smile, “You can’t be so stingy that you won’t even give me this opportunity.”

I really don’t feel comfortable having Martin Mo deliver it.

“I live in the neighborhood, don’t bother.” I said, “Thanks for earlier.”

“Mouth thank you, too insincere, do not let me send can, leave a contact information, turn back to invite me to dinner.”

Martin Mo has taken a step back. If I don’t give the contact info, I’m not getting out of here tonight.

“OK.”

I left my contact information and parted ways with Martin Mo at the hospital.

Martin Mo suddenly came back and said outright that he was coming back for me, and I couldn’t help but get a headache thinking about all the things he had done in the past.

It was late when we got back to Pear orchard and to our surprise Walker Richter was back.

His car was parked downstairs, and when I parked and looked upstairs, his bedroom did have a light on.

I purposely lightened my step as I passed the door to Walker Richter’s room, but he caught me anyway.

“Where did it go?”

The questioning tone made me very upset inside.

I didn’t have the heart to say, “Had dinner with a friend.”

“Come to my room for a minute.”

Dropping this, he didn’t wait for me to say yes and just folded his arms and went into the room.

It’s leaving me no choice.

I hesitantly stepped inside, not daring to close the door behind me, thinking that if Walker Richter turned on me later, I’d still be able to pull my legs out and run.

But it turns out I was overthinking it when Walker Richter pointed to something on the table and said, “Open it.”

That’s a painting cylinder. Did Walker Richter go to a painting show and buy a painting with the intention of giving it to me?

I opened it with curiosity and was shocked to see the painting, “You bought this one?”

This is the very same painting that sealed the deal for the famous foreign painter, the bluebird.

Walker Richter leaned casually against the table and nodded airily, “Like it? Sending you.”

This is priceless.

There is a lot of room for appreciation in the future.

It’s no exaggeration to say that this painting is enough for me to splurge for the rest of my life.

“Why are you sending me stuff again.”

I wasn’t as touched this time as I had been before when I received the gift, and the thought of him going to a painting show with that woman always made me uncomfortable.

“I thought you said a man who treats a woman well should spend money on her?”

“Uh?” I responded, when I did casually say that a man who is willing to spend money for a woman is good for that woman.

I laughed and put the painting down, “This saying can be used on other people, for you who don’t lack money, it can’t reflect that, a man is really good to a woman not how much money he spends, but whether the man is willing to give the woman what is most precious to him, Walker Richter, what is the most precious to you? ”

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I kind of regretted it, what was I doing telling him this, did I really expect Walker Richter to be nice to me?

For Walker Richter, who is not short of money, sincerity is the most precious thing.

Walker Richter rose thoughtfully, as if pondering my words.

I didn’t expect him to understand and was about to go to my room when he suddenly said, “Alva Hill, you want my heart? Do you realize what that costs?”

His comment made me uneasy.

He stepped closer and circled me between his chest and the table with one hand, “When I liked you, you had freedom, when I fell in love with you, I’m afraid I won’t be able to control what I’ll do to you, Alva Hill, this love, can you afford it?”