One Thousand and Twelve Chapters, the More You Live, the Younger You Are?

A 20-year-old young girl legally obtains huge benefits by relying on her personal ability and not taking too much from the power of the family.

This can quickly build confidence in "making money", and it can also resist the temptation of money and reduce the possibility of making mistakes. This is actually similar to some of Luke's operations.

These thoughts flashed through quickly, Luke looked at Elena and smiled: Looking at Lindsay's operation, it doesn't seem difficult to make a painter rich.

He put his mouth to her ear: "Don't worry, while you are still accumulating and studying, I believe you will hold an art exhibition one day. Besides, that Monroe must be forty years old."

Elena was happy at first, then she couldn't help laughing out loud and hit him lightly: "Nonsense, Monroe is only thirty years old, how can he be as old as you say."

Margaret, a cute little widow, also agreed: "Yes, he is our senior, and he has not graduated for a few years."

Compared with Lindsay, Luke's attitude towards Margaret was much more casual, and he smiled: "There's no way, the world is so unfair, he's getting old before he gets old. Unlike you, the more you live, the younger you get. Elena can't learn from him"

Margaret smiled happily: "Ah, right? You think so too."

Luke was stunned: "Also?"

Margaret: "Harry always says that, and says she's envious of me."

Elena burst out laughing, laying her face on Luke's shoulder, her body shaking.

Luke barely kept the muscles on his face from twitching, and slowly grinned, letting it just show a reasonable smile: "Well, so you have a consensus on this advantage."

When Elena heard the words, her body trembled faster, and a burst of laughter could no longer be suppressed, and it came out of her mouth.

Margaret was at a loss: "Irina, why are you laughing so happily all of a sudden? Did you think of anything funny?"

Elena shook her head in pain, feeling like she had been flipped on the maniacal laughter switch, she couldn't help it.

Just thinking of Margaret's smug look just now, she couldn't control her laughter.

This silly child, what he said is clearly saying that the more you live, the more naive you are, and you are still there! Elena complained in her heart.

The point is, Margaret's usual catchphrase is "I've grown up", like the tone of a primary school student telling an adult "I'm in second grade."

Comparing the two, Irina really couldn't help it.

The stupid and cute Margaret didn't know that she had become a pistachio, and continued to chat with Luke and talk about herself.

Her scope of activities is very small, and these things are not related to her sister, but also to get along with the teachers and classmates in the school.

She also possesses certain artist qualities—such as a lack of social knowledge in her head, and no willingness to learn.

But she was lucky, and many unfortunate events turned into comedy or farce in her eyes.

For example, some classmates wanted to pursue her, and in the end she used the roses she sent as props for the class's still life sketches, and she sincerely thanked the unlucky one.

Another example was a teacher who was very careful and wanted to use the excuse of private teaching to hook up with this simple and beautiful little widow. As a result, she thought it was a dedicated teacher and asked several classmates to go to a small class together.

The classmates were very clear about her innocence, and they immediately knew what the teacher was thinking. They decisively stirred up the muddy waters, and even helped her sue the teacher. This wretched teacher was quickly dismissed.

Of course, Margaret herself did not know the truth of these things.

But Elena knew a lot, and she said a few words, and a little hint made Luke understand the strangeness, and it was funny.

This... seems to be a daughter of destiny.

When she was in college, she was ignorant and married to the gang boss William, but she really liked her.

Then William got lucky with Rebecca, and immediately got cold, and a large inheritance fell on Margaret.

It has only been half a year since she transferred to the new school, and many classmates have acted as her protectors, and a powerful and shrewd sister Harley has been protecting her.

In this way, she has been living happily and quietly, a proper template for winners in life.

After chatting for a while, it was getting late, and the three got up and found Lindsay to leave.

Margaret obediently called Harry and said that Luke and Irina took her home together, and was allowed to leave the exhibition.

Without a trusted person to accompany Harley, she was worried that she would go out alone.

It's not that Margaret has the strange property of being a lunatic, but that she is too easy to believe what others say, and she will be kidnapped if she doesn't get it right.

Luke dutifully sent the 100-pound child into the house before going downstairs and leaving.

Margaret threw away her bag, threw off her high heels, ran to the window, looked at the Ford car that was starting downstairs and left, and reluctantly said, "Hey, have fun with them, I really want to stay with them for a while."

It's a pity that she was specially instructed by Harry not to disturb the two-person world of Luke and Elena all the time.

Margaret was just innocent, not really stupid.

She knew that it was not bad for people to spend more than two hours with her single dog during this holiday.

Many couples will get tired of being together for a whole day at this time, and they will not even go out.

She was suddenly envious: "Hey, I really want to have a boyfriend. It's better to be gentle, handsome, and tough..."

Saying this, Luke's figure appeared in her mind, which overlapped with the person in her imagination.

For a while, she stood barefoot in front of the window and did not move for a long time.

click.

The door opened, and Harry walked in a little wearily.

She threw the key in her hand into the key bowl, took off her coat and leather bag, hung it on the coat rack in the hall, put on comfortable slippers and walked into the living room.

She was not surprised when she saw her sister standing at the window in a daze.

Margaret, a person who has been addicted to art for a long time, has such a state of mind wandering, or a state of contemplation is too normal.

Harry went to wash up and came out with a cup of hot coffee.

When I got to Margaret's side, I looked at her gaze, and there were only streets and cars that flowed endlessly.

Harry took a sip of his coffee before whispering, "What are you thinking?"

Margaret said subconsciously, "Luke."

There was silence in the room.

After a while, Margaret was stunned for a moment, turned her head slowly, saw Harry drinking coffee leisurely, and jumped out a step with a wow: "You, you...why are you back?"

"After get off work, where can I go if I don't come back." Harry said calmly: "What does Luke have to think about, he and Irina will take you back in the afternoon."

Margaret blinked her big eyes, and nodded a little hesitantly after a moment: "Well, um, nothing to think about."

Harry sighed: "Envy?"

Margaret: "Huh?"