One Thousand One Hundred and Seventy-Three Blind Date Meeting

"Matthew-Charles-Dunlop!" Edith yelled in full force, her tense voice and tense face clearly showing the fact that she was on the verge of losing control.

But Matthew didn't care, he put the glass of whisky in his hand on the coffee table in front of Renly, then took a glass of whisky himself, turned around and sat down opposite, the unhurried action has clearly shown With a nonchalant attitude, he then added, "I'm stating the facts. You should know that yourself."

Matthew's introverted but clear eyes lightly raised, "Otherwise, when you chose to make an official debut at the premiere of Renly's movie, you wouldn't look like you would die. Because you know, he Its existence is an issue in itself, and that issue is going to cause uproar in London."

Sharp, accurate, sharp, straightforward, ruthless.

Matthew's complaints and ridicule left no room for manoeuvre, and opened Edith's wound fiercely, leaving no emotion behind, which made Edith angrily widen her eyes and stare at the horse. Xiu, "Man, you should stay away from Renly, you've been spoiled by him now."

"Hey, I didn't say a word." Renly began to protest.

When this sentence was uttered, Renly was Renly, and the traces of Levine seemed to have quietly disappeared. After all, these two characters around tonight are really too familiar and too familiar, all the modes of getting along are too comfortable, and unconsciously they have returned to the track of habit.

Edith rolled her eyes, turned her head to look at Renly, and put on a look of questioning interrogation, "What about you? Do you think so too?" It's the problem, thinking that being Hollywood is the problem.

Renly pursed his lips, "Prince Harry is still handsome now."

Prince Harry is undoubtedly an alternative among the aristocratic class. He spends his days drinking and drinking, mingling in the circle of models and actors. On average, he will land on six headlines every three days and five days, becoming the focus of discussion among the public after dinner.

"And Andre Hamilton," Matthew added.

Renly nodded affirmatively, "And Andre."

Edith almost didn't change it in one breath, "You actually compare me to Harry?" Edith looked left and right, but couldn't find a weapon in her hand, so she just raised her leg and kicked Renly's calf heavily. Suddenly, unexpectedly, this time, Renly didn't dodge, and just hit the ball firmly.

Edith was a little surprised, but still complained with her neck stuck,

"Hell, can't you dodge? God, your muscles are so hard, I'm going to hurt!"

Renly didn't refute, just nodded obediently, "Sorry."

It was rare to see Renly so well-behaved, neither complaining nor sneering, Edith gave Renly a helpless look, "I don't need your sympathy. You know, I hate sympathy and pity the most." She knew that Renly must be deeply sympathetic, that's why she was so kind!

Renly looked innocent, "Are you sure you don't have a special hobby for being abused?" But the words were out of his mouth, and then he regretted, "Forget it, you don't need to tell me." Then Renly caught the horse Xiu's eyes, he shrugged, "I know, I know, I already regret it."

He was not at all curious about Edith's boudoir secrets, and he did not want to know at all.

Edith, who was sitting next to her, also laughed in anger and let out a long breath. After all the negative emotions were vented, the whole person relaxed instead, gently shaking the whisky glass in his hand, the amber light and shadow were constantly flowing, "I really like him."

He is Chris Evans.

In the upper class and the aristocracy, prejudice and discrimination about gender still exist objectively. If today's situation was not Edith, but Renly or Arthur, the situation would be very different.

Rarely, there was a touch of loneliness between Edith's brows, carefully revealing a hint of fragility.

"Then fight to the end," Renly said with a smile.

Edith came back to her senses and raised her eyebrows slightly, this small movement could vaguely capture Ren Li's shadow, and the charm between the eyebrows was still somewhat similar, proving that they were siblings, "Shouldn't you Persuade me to give up? Is this the right choice?"

"Do you want to be Elf?" was Renly's answer.

Involuntarily, Edith looked into Renly's eyes earnestly, and Renly also met his gaze generously.

There is a touch of determination and affirmation hidden deep in those calm eyes, it seems that all the thorny problems are no longer troubles, and they are brave and decisive to get rid of the entanglement and restraint, and then let go to chase the real self. Such eyes are really too familiar, and it is completely Renly's style.

Edith laughed dumbly.

She knew that no matter what choice she made, Renly would stand firmly behind her, not because he was a member of the Halls or because she had supported his choices, but because he believed in her Judgment and decision, but also because he believes in her authenticity and self.

There was a touch of warmth in his heart, and the expression between his eyebrows relaxed, but he never expressed it in words. Just one look is enough, "You shouldn't say that to Elf."

"I don't think she would mind." Renly didn't care.

Human beings are emotional animals. Between reason and emotion, they often choose the latter. Even if they know that they should believe the former, they are still unable to get rid of the shackles of the latter. However, in order to maintain their own etiquette and decency, as well as dignity and pride, nobles often insist on the former, even if their cold reason deeply hurts their emotions.

If it was Elf who faced such a difficult problem today, she would have cut through the mess and ended this relationship.

Everyone has their own choices, and everyone will go on with their own choices. Right or wrong.

Inexplicably, a figure flashed in Renly's mind, Rooney Mara. He was a little curious, if it was Rooney, how would she choose?

"So, what did they do?" Recovering his thoughts, Renly continued to ask along the topic, "Don't tell me, they arranged a private party for you?" Then Renly saw Edith's helpless face. Rolling his eyes, he shook his head with a chuckle, showing a surprised look, "Jesus Christ, they are really too old-fashioned, can't they be a little new?"

Private party. Literally translated, it is a blind date meeting.

Hold a party in the back garden under a certain name, for example, there is a newly composed poem to share, or a young lady is going to play a piano song, these are the reasons for holding a party, and then invite people of the right age. Come here, communicate with each other, get to know each other, and get acquainted with each other.

If it was a century ago, this way of communication was undoubtedly appropriate and reasonable; but now it is the 21st century, and there is such an old-fashioned, stubborn, retro and decadent way of socializing, which makes people complain.

"They sent out an invitation letter saying that after my cooperation with the United Nations, there is a series of photos that need to be shared for the exhibition, and I invite everyone to come and enjoy it." Edith said with a humorous expression, "God, those photos are not used for Would you like to give the noble ladies a chance to talk after dinner?"

"Maybe they are willing to pay and donate to the Red Cross or other relief organizations." Renly persuaded comfortably, but the smile that flickered in his eyes obviously didn't think so.

"Ha! Ha! Very funny." Edith rolled her eyes again. Today, she can't remember how many times she rolled her eyes, but she doesn't care. Here, she can be herself at will, instead of being constrained by a bunch of etiquette.

Matthew, who was sitting on the other side, said calmly, "I'm more curious about who was invited? Who was there?"

Edith's head was full of black lines, "Matthew, why didn't I know, you are so gossipy?"

"That's because you and he are not friends." Renly stabbed his friend in the back lightly, "Wait, Andre, Eaton and the others didn't attend, right?"

"..." Edith was speechless.

Renly and Matthew exchanged glances, a gleam of surprise and excitement flashed across both of their eyes, and things suddenly became interesting.

"Hey, you two, please don't exchange gossipy looks, okay? It's me who's suffering, okay?" Edith protested strongly.

Renly spread out his free left hand to express his apology, but his expression still had a hint of curiosity, "Since you've already made it public at the premiere, why don't you put on smoky makeup at the party? Put on your jeans and rock out? If you're worried about Denise, I think you should be able to get Denise out of the party."

Edith only felt a burst of heartbreak, "Did you peek at my script? This is not quite right. You and I should not be familiar with it. How do you know that I did this?" After speaking, Edith took a deep breath, "Wait, I think my IQ is a bit low now, and I always fall behind in conversations. I should... Matthew, can you give me another glass of whisky?"

Matthew did not speak, but gave the answer in action.

"The day of the party, I wore ripped jeans and stared at a pair of big red high heels, then I paired it with a gorgeous tutu, and I had custom layers of lace lining, but it all ripped and ended up painting A big smoky makeup came on the scene." After proudly speaking, Edith's face finally showed a smug smile, "You should really see Elizabeth's expression at that time, haha."

Renly could figure it out.

"Edith, what if someone really likes you like this?" Renly asked curiously, "You know, those nobles always have some unknown preferences, Arthur is like this, his small apartment There are countless secrets hidden in it.”

Edith waved nonchalantly and said neatly, "But I don't like them."

"And what about Chris?" The quote came from Matthew, "Will Chris like the real you?"