Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 285 Christmas Eve (Part 4)
Subtitle of this chapter: May all lovers in the world finally get married.
"This lifeboat can only accommodate one more person. Who of you two will get on?!"
"Mary Sue, my dearest, most beloved Mary Sue. Don't worry about me, just get on board! By the way, please take this Louis Franccedilois Cartier necklace that was passed down from my family, so that even if I die, my soul will be with you.. "
His blue eyes were as clear as the Mediterranean Sea, and they were filled with solidified passion that melted Mary Sue in an instant.
"Jack, what does it matter if a woman like me dies, common as the stone daisy in Plymouth, ordinary as the lavender in Provence, humble as the honeysuckle in the Alps, and boring as the bluegrass in Budapest? This place belongs to a man like you who wears a tailor-made suit from Savile Row.. "
Her fragmented grammar was like dense algae in the sea, clumps of swaying souls, entangled with Jack.
"No, Mary Sue. You go!"
"No, Jack . You go!"
"I'm sorry, you two. The boat is full. Please wait for the next one... Well, this is the last one, so figure it out on your own."
"Mary Sue, do you remember when we met?"
"Jack, are you saying that you took my little adventure over the railing as a little misunderstanding of suicide?"
"Yes, that's what I said when I mistook your little adventure over the railing for a little misunderstanding of suicide..."
"Jack (Mary Sue), YOU JUMP I JUMP!"
The tilted deck echoed with the violinists performing the last wonderful songs of their lives, and they jumped into the icy Atlantic Ocean hand in hand.
——The End——
Finally finished writing!
Miss Helen Brown stretched lazily, picked up the coffee at hand, and poured it into her mouth without thinking...
"HOT! HOT! HOT!" Then she jumped up because of the heat.
Mr. John McCall, who was standing by, also jumped up and asked hurriedly, "Helen, are you okay? I'll get you some cold water!"
"Hahaha...gulp gulp..." Miss Brown panted for a long time with her tongue hanging out like a puppy. She drank a glass of ice water before she regained her ability to speak. "Do you want to scald me to death?"
“I’m not…” Mr. McCall still felt a little aggrieved, but he immediately remembered the teachings of “Lord Fool” and immediately changed his words, “It’s all my fault. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have served such hot coffee.”
"Well..." Since he took the initiative to admit his mistake, Miss Brown felt embarrassed to blame him any more.
She then noticed that the other person was wearing an evening gown: "Hey, why are you dressed so formally when you come to my house? Are you going out for dinner?"
John was surprised and said, "Ah, Helen, today is Christmas Eve, and it's already six o'clock. Everyone is almost here..."
Miss Brown, who had been so obsessed with writing books these days, had forgotten about this. She subconsciously glanced at the mirror in the study and saw herself in it, with dishevelled hair and a dirty face.
"Oh, what should I do?" She collapsed on the chair with a sad face and said, "I haven't even prepared any clothes for the party. Who can do my hair now? Oh my God, I haven't even bought any gifts for my parents..."
At this time, John said with a hint of pride: "Helen, don't worry, I have prepared everything for you!"
As he spoke, he opened the door and waved his hand outside. Two tailors carried in a gorgeous yet elegant evening gown hanging on a rack. Behind them was a hairdresser with a full set of tools. Finally, a maid pushed in a small cart filled with beautifully wrapped gifts.
Needless to say, this move was also taught to him by our Master Yuan.
"John, you are awesome!" Miss Brown was overjoyed when she saw this. She didn't care that there were outsiders. She jumped directly from the chair onto him. She couldn't help but kiss him hard on the face...
"Father, this is Miss Julie Rogers."
The good-looking female musician said in a clear voice with a hint of shyness: "Merry Christmas, Mr. Chandler."
The Teutonic Knight, who was always serious, rarely showed a kind smile and said in a very friendly manner: "Welcome, Miss Rogers."
"Are you my brother's girlfriend?" A fifteen or sixteen-year-old blond boy next to him couldn't help but ask curiously. It must be said that this boy is very handsome and has an Aryan style.
Mr. Chandler quickly introduced: "This is my brother Heintje..."
Then he pointed to a blonde beauty on the other side and said, "This is my sister Eva..."
Miss Eva Chandler's appearance is also very outstanding, definitely not worse than Miss Enyuka, and her figure is more "robust" yet graceful, worthy of being a real dragoon.
The hostess of the family, Mrs. Chandler, also died of the Spanish flu like Tang Baoyue in 1918. Now there are only four people left in the family.
Miss Rogers smiled and said, "Eva, Heintje, hello. By the way, I brought you gifts."
The brother and sister said in unison: "Thank you..."
While the three of them were opening presents in the living room, Chandler and his son chatted in low voices while smoking.
"Yuri, does this mean that Mr. Yuan has really decided to do that kind of business?"
"Yes, father."
Like most fathers and adult sons in the world, their relationship was a little estranged at first, but after this lawsuit, the relationship between the two has become more harmonious. Although Mr. Chandler Jr. did not tell his father the whole truth, he still revealed some inside information about Yuan Yanshu and the SCP Foundation.
"Yuri, what do you think of this Chinese man?"
Lord Justice laughed bitterly in his heart. Lord Fool was so absurd that it was unscientific. He felt that even if he told everything, no one would believe him, including his own father.
So Mr. Chandler Jr. said vaguely: "Father, he is really special and very... uh, ambitious."
"Oh, what kind of ambition?"
Naturally, it is the ambition to start a world war.
He hesitated for a moment and said, "It's... well, becoming an important historical figure. According to the Seris people, if you can't eat a feast cooked by five big pots while you are alive, then you will become a feast cooked by five big pots."
