Chapter 482

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Tang Fang finished browsing the "Red Martyr Party" information provided by Emma, ​​and then turned his attention to the mastermind who hired a murderer to kill him, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

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

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Aros and Churchill came back quickly. When Tang Fang asked how things were going, the veteran told him that Connor Rafael was not at home, and it was said that he had rushed to "Heisenberg" to meet the Redeemer Humanitarian Foundation Several committee members delivered their work.

However, old Connor's wife was at home, so she left the two bottles of wine and asked them to have a message to thank 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.

Near noon, Yingluo and Linglong opened the door and walked in. He was resting on the soft armrest of the sofa with his eyes closed, when he suddenly smelled a scent of flowers, which reminded him of Charlotte Quinn.

Although the two hadn't met several times, her shadow was like the flowers in Linglong's hands, so unique and beautiful, it seemed to be carved deep in her mind with a knife.

The fragrance of tea and the fragrance of flowers are mixed together, but it is rare that they do not permeate each other, and become a kind of unpleasant taste. They are like colorful rainbows, cheerful and beautiful, which makes people feel happy.

Claire came out from the back kitchen with a spoon and shovel in her hands. Tang Yun opened the door a crack and poked half of her head out. The little nose twitched back and forth, like a puppy smelling bacon.

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

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 flower has five petals, red, yellow, white, blue and green. It is really delicate and charming. The pink and sparse stamen in the middle is like a girl's smile, shy and beautiful, and lovable.

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

Linglong walked to the coffee table and placed the small vase in the center, her movements were light and slow.

She said softly: "Brother Tang,

This is Miss Charlotte's return gift. "

"Imihua?" Claire looked down at the apron on her body, and didn't approach, for fear that the oily smoke would disturb the happy dancing elf on the coffee table.

Linglong nodded and shook her head: "Although many people call it that, Miss Charlotte says it is not."

Tang Yun walked out of the room with her shoes on, a look of tiredness remained on her face, not because she didn't wake up, but because she had played games for 3 hours. Especially the "Eagle Strikes the Sky", it was really hard to play.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5... the color of each leaf is different, what is it not Yimihua?"

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

Tang Yun approached a few minutes. Leaning down and inhaling from the air, a rainbow burst out of his eyes instantly, and he became energetic, and said happily, "It smells so good."

"But..." When she said this, the color in her eyes slowly faded, and she became a little melancholy, and said, "It would be great if it was the whole plant. It's really sad to watch it slowly wither like this."

Everyone was stunned. She is the one who plays fun and is cute, and it is also she who bullies the good and fears the evil. But who would have thought that Miss Tang had such a sentimental side.

The whole plant...even if it is really the whole plant, she can't keep it alive. Everyone knows that this kind of flower can only be raised by the Galaxy Demon Girl, and others don't even have the seeds, let alone the cultivation technology.

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

"What did you say?" Tang Yun was taken aback when she heard the words, and Tang Fang, Churchill and others were also stunned.

As we all know, this kind of flower grows in the sandy soil in the backyard of the Yinhe Demon Girl's mansion. It is not an aquatic plant. After losing the soil environment on which it depends, it should not live long.

Yingluo said: "According to the manager Elixia, this kind of flower will absorb water at night, and a layer of ice will condense on the surface of the petals. She thinks this is the reason why the flowers can be preserved for a long time."

"Hey, hey." Accompanied by a sneering sneer, Bai Yue came out of the bathroom and said, "If you put it in the steamer, I'll see how it condenses into ice flowers. Flowers are only beautiful when they bloom and fade. This is just like life."

Listening to the first half of the sentence is a cow chewing peony, but the second half of the sentence...it has become a poetry recitation of a middle school boy.

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.

Claire remembered that the soup was still simmering on the stove, and there was still a piece of fish left on the cutting board, so she walked back to the kitchen with a spoon and shovel.

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

Under Tang Fang's instruction, Linglong moved the vase to the open window sill.

Aros picked up the teacup again and poured the hot golden tea into his mouth.

Churchill took out the "three-headed dog", shook off the runner, wiped off the dust stuck in the gap with his fingers, puffed up his cheeks and blew hard at the cylinder.

Baiyue is like a gust of wind, a hurricane with the smell of a toilet, disturbing the buds of weeping willows, blowing away the mist in the distance, breaking Pinghu, and weakening the fragrance of flowers.

Tang Lin opened the door and walked in, and found that the atmosphere in the living room was a bit weird, like a shady scene in a thriller, and it was like a different world from the willows, flowers and flowers outside. It felt very awkward, like being punched in the chest by someone. stuffy.

There was a strange noise from the kitchen, and there was an aroma, which was the fresh aroma of carp boiled in a pot.

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

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

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

"Did I say something wrong?" Bai Yue expressed his innocence, but it was a pity that no one paid any attention to him.

When Tang Fang asked about Morris slaves, Tang Lin told him that everything was going well. The immigration management office set up a fast track for this matter, and completed the registration and entry of the identity information of the 220 Morris slaves as quickly as possible.

celebrity. In fact, it represents a privilege in itself.

Except for the notoriety, of course.

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

Tang Lin told him that he had arranged those people in another apartment hotel three blocks from "Venice", and left Howson to take care of them.

Tang Fang nodded. The reason why they were not arranged together in "Venice" was because this place has become the focus of major media and forces. If the 220 Morris slaves were also included, there would be more or less Hidden danger. It would be better to divide it into two places.

While talking, the food in the kitchen was out of the pot, and Claire's shout came from the dining room, so Tang and the others got up and walked towards the dining room.

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

The little girl curled her lips and ran up to the second floor reluctantly.

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

Time is like passing water, and the shadow of the sun is slanting to the west in a blink of an eye. The huge air-conditioning system in the dome sent a refreshing wind, which fluttered the window screens and dazzled the little flower by the window.

The soft sunlight sprinkles a piece of golden yellow on the glass window, like mellow whiskey, charming amber, and even more like a lover whispering in the ear.

During this period, the front desk of the hotel made several phone calls, either from the media requesting an interview, or from a large mining company with a gift, or from some non-governmental organizations to make friends.

Someone even forcibly broke into the backyard of the hotel with a flying device. It caused the security department and the "sky garden" police to jump around and be in chaos.

Tang Fang had expected such a thing to happen. Set up several warning signs outside the villa in case someone engages in terrorist attacks. As for those meeting requests, he rejected them all. He has always been lazy, and he really doesn't want to get entangled with the reporters in the media, even if they point the deer into a horse and confuse black and white with first-rate skill.

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

Claire thought she was recalling what he said in the afternoon, and hid in her room early. Of course, the door was unlocked, as usual.

The captain is worried about one thing, what should Freya do, let her share a room with Tang Yun? Thinking about the experience of "Al Kesi", he felt that this was 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, so she has no time to talk to her for the time being.

Thinking of this, he glanced up at Freya. The girl was lying on the couch watching a variety show, sometimes laughing sweetly, sometimes wriggling around, like a tired kitten writhing around .

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

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

His steps are very light, like a thief.

Flower pickers are also thieves.

It would be a lie to say that he was not nervous. He was afraid of waking Tang Lin and the others, and he was more or less stage frightened.

"Tang Fang, are you going to sleep?"

A voice woke him up, and when he looked back, Freya got off the sofa at some point, holding his arm with her little hand, and she was full of puzzlement on her face that looked more delicate under the light.

"You're acting like a thief," she stated objectively.

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

Freya believed it, looked at him happily and shook her head: "Why, I was waiting for you to go to sleep."

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

"I want to share a room with you."

"..."

Tang Fang thinks that sometimes beauty's favor is really not a good thing.

"Hey, be obedient. Today you sleep in the same room with Tang Yun."

"don't want."

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

Tang Fang raised his eyebrows, pretending to be angry, and said in a deep voice, "If you don't obey me, believe it or not, I'll suck you dry right away."

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

But Tang Fang breathed a sigh of relief. When she was about to praise her for a few words, she unexpectedly jumped out in one step and ran up to the second floor. Far away, he left a sentence: "I'm going to beg Sister Claire, so you can't suck me dry."

Tang Fang was stunned. Standing on the stairs for a while, I suddenly thought of something, shouted "Oops", and hurried to the second floor.

The sound of hurried and dull footsteps got farther and farther away. Bai Yue poked his head out of the bathroom, looked in the direction of the stairs, and said quietly: "Life is like climbing stairs, you either go up or down, or you don't go up or down."

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

"I did not mean."

"What did I misunderstand?" The girl was a little unhappy.

Not some, but very unhappy.

"Who you sleep with is your freedom."

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

Claire couldn't break free. He could only leave by him, and Freya followed into the room with a confused expression on her face.

She felt something was wrong with the development of the matter, and said to herself, it shouldn't be like this, Claire should intercede for her, why is there something wrong with the atmosphere between the two?

Isn't it normal to get up during the day and go to bed 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 had figured it out. Maybe it's because she likes Tang Fang as much as herself, but... since she likes it. Wouldn't it be good to sleep together then?

She couldn't figure it out, it was obviously a very simple matter. Why make it so complicated.

The three people's footsteps were a little messy, which woke Roy who was already holding back his urge to pee.

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

"Shh... what are you doing up?"

"I need to pee."

"You have to hold back even if you are urgent to urinate."

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

Bai Hao pressed his shoulder firmly, his face couldn't be seen clearly in the dark, but his tone was a little thankful and proud: "Fortunately, the room downstairs is vacated for Old Corey, otherwise you will be appointed to cause trouble tonight. "

Roy twisted his neck, looked at the outline of the face in the darkness, and said, "My mother said it's not good to hold back your urine."

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

"Why don't I just go to the toilet? How could this offend Brother Tang?"

Bai Hao didn't answer, his ears twitched twice, and he slowly retracted his hand: "Okay, you can go."

The night breeze knocked open the gauze curtain, and a ray of moonlight shone on his face, a little playful, a little curious, and a little gloating.

In the next room, Churchill purred like an R&B.

Aros turned over and faced the window. There were daylily flowers on the balcony swaying in the watery moonlight, like an insomniac elf.

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

Freya is definitely a heartless master. She spent 20 seconds thinking about Tang Fang and Claire's problem, but found that she couldn't figure it out, so she simply stopped wasting her brain and kicked her feet. The slippers flying on the soles of the feet, like a miniature version of Winnie the Pooh who found a prey, suddenly jumped into the neatly laid quilt on the bed, and its head rolled around like a noodle press.

"Hehe...a lot of flavors from Tang Fang."

She was very happy, very happy, looking at the matrix light tubes on the ceiling and giggling like a nympho.

The corners of Tang Fang's mouth twitched a few times, and his expression was complex, with affection, helplessness, grievance, and dumbfounding.

This little girl is so cute when she gets into trouble, it is really hard for people to have emotions like resentment and blame.

Claire remained silent, standing at the head of the bed watching the little girl turn over the pillows on the bed, kick the quilt aside, sometimes posing in a big font, sometimes poking up her buttocks and lowering her head, like a puppy smelling delicious gravy.

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

She had gone back to her room an hour ago, buried her head in the cup, and pretended to be sleeping, but she couldn't sleep at all.

She was awake the entire time, more excited than ever.

Will Tang Fang forget what he said in the morning?

When will you go upstairs? What will you do?

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

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

Either gently kissing her hair, or hugging her body arrogantly, coming and going like a gangster robbing Mrs. Yazhai.

She was nervous, scared, and vaguely looking forward to something.

But who would have thought that it was not Tang Fang who opened the door of her room tonight, but Freya, the little girl asked her to help Tang Fang to intercede and sleep on the same bed.

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

"Just like in 'Arcaci'."

Claire felt a flame rising from the bottom of her heart, it wasn't violent, it was very cold and painful.

She lifted the quilt, sat up, and looked at the little girl who fumbled for a long time and finally turned on the light in the room.

Normally, she would smile, because what Freya is wearing is like a spinning top, with a pointed top and a rounded bottom, which is neither beautiful nor convenient. It was stolen by Bai Yue from an ethnic clothing store in "Arcassy" , No... In his own words, it was borrowed.

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

Freya answered her seriously: "Yes." Then she counted on her fingers and said, "It's 4 days... no, 5 days."

Claire got off the bed, took the little girl's hand and walked out of the room. She wanted to ask Tang Fang what was going on in person. Is what Freya said true? How could he do such a thing! (It’s a great event to drop pie in the sky, cool mobile phones are waiting for you! Follow up~click/Chinese website official account (add friends on WeChat-add official account-enter qdread), and participate immediately! Everyone has a prize, now immediately Pay attention to the qdread WeChat public account!) (to be continued)

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In addition, the story of Babylon will end in seven or eight chapters, and it is difficult to write every time a big plot ends...and the plot of intrigue is really too brain-intensive, and...if I accidentally write the protagonist in 2 Once, will I be shot to death by you?