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The blue-gray sky was gloomyly suppressed, and it outlined a glimmer of light that seemed to be nothing. It seemed that the sun was trying its best to get rid of its shackles, but after all, it was still unable to break through the dense clouds of layers, but a splendor remained The heavy haze outlines a golden edge.
The misty and misty drizzle enveloped the entire city. Even if the streets and lanes are decorated with red and green for the upcoming Christmas, they still can’t get rid of the shadowy gray, and the city skyline is also exuding. A simple and gloomy temperament, it is unique and profound.
London is London. It seems that it has never changed. The "Mist City" that was once named after industry/revolution/life has been washed clean, but it still cannot change the mottled water stains on the outer wall of Big Ben. Unable to change the gray and blue of the streets and lanes, it has remained the same for centuries.
Perhaps, the Hyde Park neighborhood may be slightly different. The lush green color gradually deepens with the change of seasons in the northern hemisphere, but it never disappears. It lightly lights up the color of the city and swallows the whole piece in a heavy rain and heavy snow. Before the land, there is a bright color of a landmark.
The same goes for the Prince's Garden not far from Hyde Park.
After the rain washed away the dust left by the hustle and bustle of the city, the leaves of the ivy became brighter and richer, and large tracts of green tore apart the gray rain curtain, and even the gray wall hidden behind the vines revealed the original. Dark cyan and brick red, traces of history are clearly visible.
The years that belonged to this city, this country, and this land are all engraved on these buildings, quietly telling those remembered and forgotten times, those familiar or unfamiliar streets, little by little. The moments that record brilliance and troughs are watching quietly in time.
Elf Hall put his hands on the steering wheel of the driver's seat and let out a sigh of relief. He seemed to have finally made up his mind, pushed open the driver's door, pulled up the collar of the windbreaker jacket, and walked quickly towards the single door. Walking in the direction of the villa, the pattered raindrops fell on the windbreaker and cheeks lightly like cow's hair, and the gentle wind and drizzle made the cold winter and Xiao Suo lose their sharp edges and corners.
"Ding Dong."
Standing at the door of the villa, Elf rang the doorbell, but there was a strange and familiar feeling. In a trance, as if returning home again, but he became a stranger, isolated by a thick wooden door. Then he just wandered outside his home, with nowhere to put it.
This is an illusion-a wrong feeling.
Elf condensed his mind, stood a little bit backward, folded his hands in front of him, showed the politeness of a lady, and waited quietly.
In just a moment, the door was opened, and the figure of Philip Demba appeared in front of his eyes-perfect shirt suit, perfect bow tie square scarf, perfect posture and etiquette, everything was so perfect, meticulous manners, Shows the profound background of the owner.
"Miss Elf."
Philip's greeting made Elf come back a little bit. She lowered her eyelids, concealing the illusion that flashed in her mind, followed the drooping line of sight, gently chins her head, nodded, and hit Philip. He greeted, pretending that nothing had happened, and then went into the room sideways. The rushing heat made the dampness and coldness slowly fade from the tips of her fingers and toes, and the slightly relaxed muscles made her realize her tightness in hindsight. stretch.
Elf took off his trench coat and handed it to Philip familiarly, "Where is Lan Li?"
"Master Lan Li is not at home." Philip said respectfully.
Elf turned around and cast her gaze, her slightly flickering eyes with a hint of indifference and impatience, "Philip, don't. Don't use that set to deal with me."
They all know what the butler’s words really mean—of course, it’s not that any guest chooses a random visitor at any time, and they can see the host directly; but Elf did not expect that he would be in Lanli one day. In the mansion, I encountered Philip's evasive words, which were used to excuse those who are not welcome, but now I apply them to myself. This feeling is not good.
Elf’s emotions were slightly surging, but after all, he did not let the impulse gain the upper hand. The words completed a beautiful emergency brake and calmed down again, "I know this is the mansion of Lan Li, and I also know that it is Lan Li now in charge. , I mean... Philip, I know what is happening now, and I also know what I am doing: I need to meet Renly. You tell him, he will understand, and he will meet me."
"Miss Elf, I am very sorry, Master Lanly is working in Ireland." Philip was not moved at all. He bowed slightly to apologize to Elf, "If necessary, you can leave a message and I will tell you. Yes." Respect and polite, but refused to give up. Even facing Elf.
Elf watched Philip quietly in this way. She clearly knew Philip’s ability and it was difficult for her to break through. Even if it was Elizabeth, even Lan Li, they might not be able to complete the breakthrough, because the butler’s loyalty and steadfastness, precisely It is the most important trait.
Obviously, it is almost impossible for Elf to try to change Philip's thoughts through her eloquence, so the only thing she can do is:
"Can I enjoy a cup of afternoon tea?" Elf took off his gloves, looked left and right, and then headed towards the living room. Even if this is the first time she has come to visit the Prince's Garden, it is not difficult.
Philip didn't stop Elf, "Of course."
For the nobles, their daily life is often very "comfortable" or "busy", not necessarily staying in their ancestral homes all the time. Even if they stay in London for the same, there are countless places where they may appear; and the visits of the guests often fail to fit the itinerary-most of the time, when the guests appear in the manor, the host is not necessarily at home, then the housekeeper will invite the guests Be a guest.
Afternoon tea, dinner, entertainment, and even accommodation, even throughout the summer, there is no problem. Because the nobles are very happy to show their generosity and "rescue" those who need help. Anyway, there are enough rooms in the manor, so there is no need to worry about adding a person's life.
Of course, this is a habit left over centuries ago. In contemporary society, the convenience of mobile phones allows guests to lock the host’s whereabouts in advance, without the need for guests who travel a long distance to visit but are all empty. Then it is logical for the guests to stay and wait for the host to return; but now, it’s true. The nobles of China-even the elites are willing to continue this custom to show their broad-mindedness.
Now, Elf goes straight to the door without saying hello, and Philip will not "crude" Elf directly. He will still entertain guests well-even if it is unwelcome and uninvited guests, the nobles are in order to show their etiquette. , Nor would it simply and rudely drive away the guests, not to mention that Elf is far from reaching this level.
In this way, Elf sat down in the living room.
When Philip came to the living room with refreshments, Elf stood by the piano, watching the violin neatly placed on the shelf.
Next to it is a cello.
Although there is no sign on the box, Elf has to think about it, because Edith is playing the violin, and Arthur is the cello—as for herself, it is the harp. This is their ensemble formation since childhood. After so many years, the memory has been blurred, but the muscles of the body still remember it.
Seeing the violin and cello here, what does it mean? It might not mean anything at all, but Elf still couldn't help but start thinking.
Elf stood quietly on the spot, but the jumbled thoughts in her mind could not find a clear line of thought. Even she didn’t know what she was thinking or what she should be thinking—not panic and confusion, but A kind of blankness, the brain fell into a momentary blank blankness, and then just quieted down.
At a certain moment, Elf fell into a bewilderment. Such confusion was strange to her, because she always knew what she needed and what she was doing. Those doubts and confusions never existed before—even The same is true today. She knew her purpose for visiting Lanly, but now she suddenly began to question herself:
Does she really know?
"...How..." Elf noticed Philip's footsteps and tried to ask something, but she only spoke a word, and then stopped. She didn't even know what she was confused about, and how did she know How to ask, "I mean, why does it appear here."
"Master Lan Li's collection." Philip answered calmly.
Elf realized that he was stupid-this is of course Lan Li's collection, how could it be Edith's collection? And what she really wants to ask is:
Does Edith often play with Lan Li here?
But after the question came to her mind, she didn't want to know the answer anymore. Maybe she was scared, or hesitated, or it didn't matter at all.
Turning around, Elf walked to the sofa ~www.novelhall.com~ and sat down, his eyes fell on the afternoon tea: it is still black tea, it is still milk and sugar cubes, it is still her favorite black forest cake , It seems as if I have returned to Bayswater again, and time has stopped at the carefree sixteen years old.
But now she doesn't want to repeat those familiar routines, and subconsciously produces rejection.
"Uh...I'm trying green tea, I mean, Chinese-style green tea, but with a little sugar cube, is there any here?" Elf came up with an inexplicable idea-she knew it was very unlike her. It's not like her at all, even she can't help herself, but she just wants to do it, "I heard that Lan Li has a lot of sentiment about the Eastern Tea Ceremony."
"No problem, Miss Elf, please wait a moment." Philip still did not answer, but nodded politely, then turned and left.
In the room, only the scent of tea was lingering.
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The blue-gray sky was gloomyly suppressed, and it outlined a glimmer of light that seemed to be nothing. It seemed that the sun was trying its best to get rid of its shackles, but after all, it was still unable to break through the dense clouds of layers, but a splendor remained The heavy haze outlines a golden edge.
The misty and misty drizzle enveloped the entire city. Even if the streets and lanes are decorated with red and green for the upcoming Christmas, they still can’t get rid of the shadowy gray, and the city skyline is also exuding. A simple and gloomy temperament, it is unique and profound.
London is London. It seems that it has never changed. The "Mist City" that was once named after industry/revolution/life has been washed clean, but it still cannot change the mottled water stains on the outer wall of Big Ben. Unable to change the gray and blue of the streets and lanes, it has remained the same for centuries.
Perhaps, the Hyde Park neighborhood may be slightly different. The lush green color gradually deepens with the change of seasons in the northern hemisphere, but it never disappears. It lightly lights up the color of the city and swallows the whole piece in a heavy rain and heavy snow. Before the land, there is a bright color of a landmark.
The same goes for the Prince's Garden not far from Hyde Park.
After the rain washed away the dust left by the hustle and bustle of the city, the leaves of the ivy became brighter and richer, and large tracts of green tore apart the gray rain curtain, and even the gray wall hidden behind the vines revealed the original. Dark cyan and brick red, traces of history are clearly visible.
The years that belonged to this city, this country, and this land are all engraved on these buildings, quietly telling those remembered and forgotten times, those familiar or unfamiliar streets, little by little. The moments that record brilliance and troughs are watching quietly in time.
Elf Hall put his hands on the steering wheel of the driver's seat and let out a sigh of relief. He seemed to have finally made up his mind, pushed open the driver's door, pulled up the collar of the windbreaker jacket, and walked quickly towards the single door. Walking in the direction of the villa, the pattered raindrops fell on the windbreaker and cheeks lightly like cow's hair, and the gentle wind and drizzle made the cold winter and Xiao Suo lose their sharp edges and corners.
"Ding Dong."
Standing at the door of the villa, Elf rang the doorbell, but there was a strange and familiar feeling. In a trance, as if returning home again, but he became a stranger, isolated by a thick wooden door. Then he just wandered outside his home, with nowhere to put it.
This is an illusion-a wrong feeling.
Elf condensed his mind, stood a little bit backward, folded his hands in front of him, showed the politeness of a lady, and waited quietly.
In just a moment, the door was opened, and the figure of Philip Demba appeared in front of his eyes-perfect shirt suit, perfect bow tie square scarf, perfect posture and etiquette, everything was so perfect, meticulous manners, Shows the profound background of the owner.
"Miss Elf."
Philip's greeting made Elf come back a little bit. She lowered her eyelids, concealing the illusion that flashed in her mind, followed the drooping line of sight, gently chins her head, nodded, and hit Philip. He greeted, pretending that nothing had happened, and then went into the room sideways. The rushing heat made the dampness and coldness slowly fade from the tips of her fingers and toes, and the slightly relaxed muscles made her realize her tightness in hindsight. stretch.
Elf took off his trench coat and handed it to Philip familiarly, "Where is Lan Li?"
"Master Lan Li is not at home." Philip said respectfully.
Elf turned around and cast her gaze, her slightly flickering eyes with a hint of indifference and impatience, "Philip, don't. Don't use that set to deal with me."
They all know what the butler’s words really mean—of course, it’s not that any guest chooses a random visitor at any time, and they can see the host directly; but Elf did not expect that he would be in Lanli one day. In the mansion, I encountered Philip's evasive words, which were used to excuse those who are not welcome, but now I apply them to myself. This feeling is not good.
Elf’s emotions were slightly surging, but after all, he did not let the impulse gain the upper hand. The words completed a beautiful emergency brake and calmed down again, "I know this is the mansion of Lan Li, and I also know that it is Lan Li now in charge. , I mean... Philip, I know what is happening now, and I also know what I am doing: I need to meet Renly. You tell him, he will understand, and he will meet me."
"Miss Elf, I am very sorry, Master Lanly is working in Ireland." Philip was not moved at all. He bowed slightly to apologize to Elf, "If necessary, you can leave a message and I will tell you. Yes." Respect and polite, but refused to give up. Even facing Elf.
Elf watched Philip quietly in this way. She clearly knew Philip’s ability and it was difficult for her to break through. Even if it was Elizabeth, even Lan Li, they might not be able to complete the breakthrough, because the butler’s loyalty and steadfastness, precisely It is the most important trait.
Obviously, it is almost impossible for Elf to try to change Philip's thoughts through her eloquence, so the only thing she can do is:
"Can I enjoy a cup of afternoon tea?" Elf took off his gloves, looked left and right, and then headed towards the living room. Even if this is the first time she has come to visit the Prince's Garden, it is not difficult.
Philip didn't stop Elf, "Of course."
For the nobles, their daily life is often very "comfortable" or "busy", not necessarily staying in their ancestral homes all the time. Even if they stay in London for the same, there are countless places where they may appear; and the visits of the guests often fail to fit the itinerary-most of the time, when the guests appear in the manor, the host is not necessarily at home, then the housekeeper will invite the guests Be a guest.
Afternoon tea, dinner, entertainment, and even accommodation, even throughout the summer, there is no problem. Because the nobles are very happy to show their generosity and "rescue" those who need help. Anyway, there are enough rooms in the manor, so there is no need to worry about adding a person's life.
Of course, this is a habit left over centuries ago. In contemporary society, the convenience of mobile phones allows guests to lock the host’s whereabouts in advance, without the need for guests who travel a long distance to visit but are all empty. Then it is logical for the guests to stay and wait for the host to return; but now, it’s true. The nobles of China-even the elites are willing to continue this custom to show their broad-mindedness.
Now, Elf goes straight to the door without saying hello, and Philip will not "crude" Elf directly. He will still entertain guests well-even if it is unwelcome and uninvited guests, the nobles are in order to show their etiquette. , Nor would it simply and rudely drive away the guests, not to mention that Elf is far from reaching this level.
In this way, Elf sat down in the living room.
When Philip came to the living room with refreshments, Elf stood by the piano, watching the violin neatly placed on the shelf.
Next to it is a cello.
Although there is no sign on the box, Elf has to think about it, because Edith is playing the violin, and Arthur is the cello—as for herself, it is the harp. This is their ensemble formation since childhood. After so many years, the memory has been blurred, but the muscles of the body still remember it.
Seeing the violin and cello here, what does it mean? It might not mean anything at all, but Elf still couldn't help but start thinking.
Elf stood quietly on the spot, but the jumbled thoughts in her mind could not find a clear line of thought. Even she didn’t know what she was thinking or what she should be thinking—not panic and confusion, but A kind of blankness, the brain fell into a momentary blank blankness, and then just quieted down.
At a certain moment, Elf fell into a bewilderment. Such confusion was strange to her, because she always knew what she needed and what she was doing. Those doubts and confusions never existed before—even The same is true today. She knew her purpose for visiting Lanly, but now she suddenly began to question herself:
Does she really know?
"...How..." Elf noticed Philip's footsteps and tried to ask something, but she only spoke a word, and then stopped. She didn't even know what she was confused about, and how did she know How to ask, "I mean, why does it appear here."
"Master Lan Li's collection." Philip answered calmly.
Elf realized that he was stupid-this is of course Lan Li's collection, how could it be Edith's collection? And what she really wants to ask is:
Does Edith often play with Lan Li here?
But after the question came to her mind, she didn't want to know the answer anymore. Maybe she was scared, or hesitated, or it didn't matter at all.
Turning around, Elf walked to the sofa ~www.novelhall.com~ and sat down, his eyes fell on the afternoon tea: it is still black tea, it is still milk and sugar cubes, it is still her favorite black forest cake , It seems as if I have returned to Bayswater again, and time has stopped at the carefree sixteen years old.
But now she doesn't want to repeat those familiar routines, and subconsciously produces rejection.
"Uh...I'm trying green tea, I mean, Chinese-style green tea, but with a little sugar cube, is there any here?" Elf came up with an inexplicable idea-she knew it was very unlike her. It's not like her at all, even she can't help herself, but she just wants to do it, "I heard that Lan Li has a lot of sentiment about the Eastern Tea Ceremony."
"No problem, Miss Elf, please wait a moment." Philip still did not answer, but nodded politely, then turned and left.
In the room, only the scent of tea was lingering.
()
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The blue-gray sky was gloomyly suppressed, and it outlined a glimmer of light that seemed to be nothing. It seemed that the sun was trying its best to get rid of its shackles, but after all, it was still unable to break through the dense clouds of layers, but a splendor remained The heavy haze outlines a golden edge.The misty and misty drizzle enveloped the entire city. Even if the streets and lanes are decorated with red and green for the upcoming Christmas, they still can't get rid of the shadowy gray, and the city skyline is also exuding. A simple and gloomy temperament, it is unique and profound.London is London. It seems that it has never changed. The "Mist City" that was once named after industry/revolution/life has been washed clean, but it still cannot change the mottled water stains on the outer wall of Big Ben. Unable to change the gray and blue of the streets and lanes, it has remained the same for centuries.Perhaps, the Hyde Park neighborhood may be slightly different. The lush green color gradually deepens with the change of seasons in the northern hemisphere, but it never disappears. It lightly lights up the color of the city and swallows the whole piece in a heavy rain and heavy snow. Before the land, there is a bright color of a landmark.The same goes for the Prince's Garden not far from Hyde Park.After the rain washed away the dust left by the hustle and bustle of the city, the leaves of the ivy became brighter and richer, and large tracts of green tore apart the gray rain curtain, and even the gray wall hidden behind the vines revealed the original. Dark cyan and brick red, traces of history are clearly visible.The years that belonged to this city, this country, and this land are all engraved on these buildings, quietly telling those remembered and forgotten times, those familiar or unfamiliar streets, little by little. The moments that record brilliance and troughs are watching quietly in time.Elf Hall put his hands on the steering wheel of the driver's seat and let out a sigh of relief. He seemed to have finally made up his mind, pushed open the driver's door, pulled up the collar of the windbreaker jacket, and walked quickly towards the single door. Walking in the direction of the villa, the pattered raindrops fell on the windbreaker and cheeks lightly like cow's hair, and the gentle wind and drizzle made the cold winter and Xiao Suo lose their sharp edges and corners."Ding Dong."Standing at the door of the villa, Elf rang the doorbell, but there was a strange and familiar feeling. In a trance, as if returning home again, but he became a stranger, isolated by a thick wooden door. Then he just wandered outside his home, with nowhere to put it.This is an illusion-a wrong feeling.Elf condensed his mind, stood a little bit backward, folded his hands in front of him, showed the politeness of a lady, and waited quietly.In just a moment, the door was opened, and the figure of Philip Demba appeared in front of his eyes-perfect shirt suit, perfect bow tie square scarf, perfect posture and etiquette, everything was so perfect, meticulous manners, Shows the profound background of the owner."Miss Elf."Philip's greeting made Elf come back a little bit. She lowered her eyelids, concealing the illusion that flashed in her mind, followed the drooping line of sight, gently chins her head, nodded, and hit Philip. He greeted, pretending that nothing had happened, and then went into the room sideways. The rushing heat made the dampness and coldness slowly fade from the tips of her fingers and toes, and the slightly relaxed muscles made her realize her tightness in hindsight. stretch.Elf took off his trench coat and handed it to Philip familiarly, "Where is Lan Li?""Master Lan Li is not at home." Philip said respectfully.Elf turned around and cast her gaze, her slightly flickering eyes with a hint of indifference and impatience, "Philip, don't. Don't use that set to deal with me."They all know what the butler's words really meanof course, it's not that any guest chooses a random visitor at any time, and they can see the host directly; but Elf did not expect that he would be in Lanli one day. In the mansion, I encountered Philip's evasive words, which were used to excuse those who are not welcome, but now I apply them to myself. This feeling is not good.Elf's emotions were slightly surging, but after all, he did not let the impulse gain the upper hand. The words completed a beautiful emergency brake and calmed down again, "I know this is the mansion of Lan Li, and I also know that it is Lan Li now in charge. , I mean... Philip, I know what is happening now, and I also know what I am doing: I need to meet Renly. You tell him, he will understand, and he will meet me.""Miss Elf, I am very sorry, Master Lanly is working in Ireland." Philip was not moved at all. He bowed slightly to apologize to Elf, "If necessary, you can leave a message and I will tell you. Yes." Respect and polite, but refused to give up. Even facing Elf.Elf watched Philip quietly in this way. She clearly knew Philip's ability and it was difficult for her to break through. Even if it was Elizabeth, even Lan Li, they might not be able to complete the breakthrough, because the butler's loyalty and steadfastness, precisely It is the most important trait.Obviously, it is almost impossible for Elf to try to change Philip's thoughts through her eloquence, so the only thing she can do is:"Can I enjoy a cup of afternoon tea?" Elf took off his gloves, looked left and right, and then headed towards the living room. Even if this is the first time she has come to visit the Prince's Garden, it is not difficult.Philip didn't stop Elf, "Of course."For the nobles, their daily life is often very "comfortable" or "busy", not necessarily staying in their ancestral homes all the time. Even if they stay in London for the same, there are countless places where they may appear; and the visits of the guests often fail to fit the itinerary-most of the time, when the guests appear in the manor, the host is not necessarily at home, then the housekeeper will invite the guests Be a guest.Afternoon tea, dinner, entertainment, and even accommodation, even throughout the summer, there is no problem. Because the nobles are very happy to show their generosity and "rescue" those who need help. Anyway, there are enough rooms in the manor, so there is no need to worry about adding a person's life.Of course, this is a habit left over centuries ago. In contemporary society, the convenience of mobile phones allows guests to lock the host's whereabouts in advance, without the need for guests who travel a long distance to visit but are all empty. Then it is logical for the guests to stay and wait for the host to return; but now, it's true. The nobles of China-even the elites are willing to continue this custom to show their broad-mindedness.Now, Elf goes straight to the door without saying hello, and Philip will not "crude" Elf directly. He will still entertain guests well-even if it is unwelcome and uninvited guests, the nobles are in order to show their etiquette. , Nor would it simply and rudely drive away the guests, not to mention that Elf is far from reaching this level.In this way, Elf sat down in the living room.When Philip came to the living room with refreshments, Elf stood by the piano, watching the violin neatly placed on the shelf.Next to it is a cello.Although there is no sign on the box, Elf has to think about it, because Edith is playing the violin, and Arthur is the celloas for herself, it is the harp. This is their ensemble formation since childhood. After so many years, the memory has been blurred, but the muscles of the body still remember it.Seeing the violin and cello here, what does it mean? It might not mean anything at all, but Elf still couldn't help but start thinking.Elf stood quietly on the spot, but the jumbled thoughts in her mind could not find a clear line of thought. Even she didn't know what she was thinking or what she should be thinkingnot panic and confusion, but A kind of blankness, the brain fell into a momentary blank blankness, and then just quieted down.At a certain moment, Elf fell into a bewilderment. Such confusion was strange to her, because she always knew what she needed and what she was doing. Those doubts and confusions never existed beforeeven The same is true today. She knew her purpose for visiting Lanly, but now she suddenly began to question herself:Does she really know?"...How..." Elf noticed Philip's footsteps and tried to ask something, but she only spoke a word, and then stopped. She didn't even know what she was confused about, and how did she know How to ask, "I mean, why does it appear here.""Master Lan Li's collection." Philip answered calmly.Elf realized that he was stupid-this is of course Lan Li's collection, how could it be Edith's collection? And what she really wants to ask is:Does Edith often play with Lan Li here?But after the question came to her mind, she didn't want to know the answer anymore. Maybe she was scared, or hesitated, or it didn't matter at all.Turning around, Elf walked to the sofa ~www.novelhall.com~ and sat down, his eyes fell on the afternoon tea: it is still black tea, it is still milk and sugar cubes, it is still her favorite black forest cake , It seems as if I have returned to Bayswater again, and time has stopped at the carefree sixteen years old.But now she doesn't want to repeat those familiar routines, and subconsciously produces rejection."Uh...I'm trying green tea, I mean, Chinese-style green tea, but with a little sugar cube, is there any here?" Elf came up with an inexplicable idea-she knew it was very unlike her. It's not like her at all, even she can't help herself, but she just wants to do it, "I heard that Lan Li has a lot of sentiment about the Eastern Tea Ceremony.""No problem, Miss Elf, please wait a moment." Philip still did not answer, but nodded politely, then turned and left.In the room, only the scent of tea was lingering.Dear, click in, give a good comment, the higher the score, the faster the update, it is said that the new full marks are found at the end of the beautiful wife!The new revision and upgrade address of the mobile station: data and bookmarks are synchronized with the computer station, and fresh reading without ads!
