100m Yuan Wife: Buy One Get One

Mr. Cool and Mrs. Cool were busy in the kitchen. Mrs. Cool occasionally poked her head out and saw the two young people chatting happily. She was also in a happy mood. She wanted to ask Mr. Cool if they were a good match for each other.

Mr. Kuhl said yes, and the couple looked at each other and smiled, and continued to prepare dinner in a tacit understanding. They occasionally laughed and laughed, and their mutual affection was self-evident.

Anthony played chess with Eleven, but Eleven was defeated and retreated steadily. She felt that Anthony was a bit strange. If he had really played, she would have been defeated long ago, but he clearly could defeat her but did not do it.

He always likes to push her into desperate situations. It seems that she is going to be killed by him, but he kindly lets her live.

"Anthony, you are so insidious." Eleven commented.

"Why does playing chess have anything to do with insidiousness?" Anthony pretended to be puzzled. He smiled lightly and looked like a noble man. No one could doubt his intentions and would only think that you had wronged him.

"You are inherently sinister." Eleven said.

This chess game is very... frustrating. I can't beat him no matter how I play. It would be great if I had a scheming person. As expected, scheming people are very good at this kind of things. I can't learn chess like a chess player. OK

"Who told you to say I'm not beautiful?" Anthony snorted.

Eleven is embarrassed, what does this mean?

"You deny my face, I am not happy, I will punish you." Anthony said briefly.

Eleven laughed and couldn't help shouting about the child's temperament. How old is he and he still cares about this kind of thing? Besides, not many people would be willing to tell a man that he is beautiful.

"I thought you would be happy for me to call you handsome, not pretty."

"You like beautiful men, so it doesn't matter if you praise me for being beautiful." Anthony's expression was as if he was showing mercy and grace. Eleven couldn't laugh or cry. How could he be so good?

etc……

"Don't say these misleading words." Eleven smiled.

Anthony smiled and said nothing.

"How many days will you stay here?" Anthony asked, staring at her closely with his sky-blue eyes.

Eleven thought for a while and said, "When the mountain road is clear, I will leave."

"That's a pity. The mountain road may not be accessible for a long time." Anthony said with a calculating smile, which was soon hidden under the corners of the heartthrob's lips and disappeared.

"This mountain road is the only connection between the village and the outside world. How come it has been blocked for so long? When the snow stops, the mountain road should be open." Eleven said. After tonight and tomorrow, she wanted to go to Heilongjiang where she and Mo Ye lived before. Take a look at the house.

She didn't know if that place was still there, so she tightened her fingers slightly, and couldn't help but sneer in her heart. I'm afraid only a fool like her would remember that place so clearly.

The headquarters has become a village, and that small dark room may no longer be there.

Anthony said nothing more, and Eleven came back to his senses, "When are you leaving?"

"Let's go as soon as the mountain road is clear."

"Are you sure you and your lover got separated here?" Eleven couldn't help but doubt his words. Would a boyfriend whose lover had been separated from him talk and laugh with other women like him, seemingly indifferent?

"Of course." Anthony said, with a hint of pain in his eyes, "I go out to find her every day. I hope she knows that she can wait for me and I can wait for her."

What he said was sincere and touching, and no one would doubt that it was a lie. Eleven originally suspected that he was lying and that he didn't have any lovers at all, but after hearing this, he believed it again.

"Good luck!" Eleven said his blessing.

Anthony looked at her deeply, with a look that made her think that she had become his lover, and that he seemed to be waiting for her forever. Eleven didn't dare to look into his eyes, but if he avoided it, didn't it mean that he felt guilty?

She had something to feel guilty about, so she didn't avoid it. Anthony's eyes were very focused, and there were vague surging emotions in his eyes, but he suppressed them tightly.

Eleven's heart skipped a beat, and Anthony suddenly smiled, "Thank you."

"Xiaoqi..." Anthony shouted. It was his turn to play chess, but he couldn't help but shouted eleven. He hesitated. He wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

Eleven had doubts in her heart and wanted to ask, but he concealed all expressions and concentrated on playing chess, so she couldn't say anything else.

This man is very strange.

He was hidden so deep that no one could see through it. The smile she saw now seemed to be just a smoke bomb. She felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. She always didn't like talking through a mask, but then she thought about it, so she was not the same, and what right did she have to feel uncomfortable? ?

He seems to love his lover very much, she can feel it, but at the same time, she feels that this man is too deep to understand. It should be said that he wants you to understand, and he will show it to you. He doesn't want to What you understand, you will never understand.

Outside the window, white snow is flying. In the kitchen, the fragrance gradually spread.

Anthony was still circling the chessboard with Eleven. He was not in a hurry to defeat her. He just played with her to pass the time. He enjoyed the atmosphere of the two getting along, and Eleven did not reject him.

There is inevitably a little joy in my heart, but more of it is irony.

"Xiao Qi, if the person you love hurts you, will you forgive him?" Anthony asked her, his eyes locked tightly on her face.

Eleven raised his eyebrows, "Did you hurt your lover?"

"I didn't mean to."

"Did you hurt her seriously?"

Anthony nodded heavily.

"Then let's see if she loves you enough."

"How to say?"

Eleven thought of Cheng Anya's words again, and used them conveniently again, "If the hurt is too deep, we will never be friends again, but if this woman loves you more than herself, she will forgive you."

"Really?" Anthony lowered his eyes, and Eleven caught a glimpse of his eyes becoming heavy for a moment.

He looked at the chessboard in silence, with the broken hair on his forehead brushing over his eyelids, blocking the light in his eyes. There was no movement for a long while, Eleven looked at him curiously, and Anthony turned his head casually, looking at the falling snow outside the window.

His world seemed to be filled with snow and ice.

Eleven looked at his profile, her mind wandering. When he was silent and not smiling, he felt very similar to Mo Ye.

He was immersed in his own world, full of pain. He looked out the window, but she looked at his side face in ecstasy. The chessboard was still, and the world was also still, except for the snow outside the window, which kept flying.

Anthony was the first to come back to his senses and looked away. He also felt Eleven's focused gaze. When he turned around, he happened to catch Eleven's eyes that were too late to retract. His eyes were dark, and she was embarrassed.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Anthony asked her.

Looking at his delicate face, Eleven lost her smile and said lightly: "You are very similar to the person I know."

Anthony was startled, and suddenly the devil chuckled, a little seductive, a little sexy, his beautiful hand supported his chin, showing a bit of playfulness, "Let me guess, I can make Xiaoqi see it, your spouse?"

Eleven also smiled seductively and whispered two words, "Enemy!"

Anthony laughed, his eyes even more amused, "You can be obsessed with your enemies, so it seems like being your enemy is a good idea."

Obsessed?

What a joke, this is a matter of course.

"Fortunately, your lover is not here, otherwise she would have fought me hard." Eleven said calmly, wondering why this man always said flirtatious and erotic words to her.

Eleven is straight-tempered and doesn't actually understand men's thoughts. Black Jack, Jason, Bai Ye, and Rose don't have girlfriends and have never said anything like this. He didn't have a dark underbelly, and even though he had a good appearance, she saw him getting angry much more often than flirting with him.

There is only one alternative, that is Mr. Ye San. During those days in City A, I often saw Ye San, the best, saying such things to Anya, with her little breasts twitching at the corner of her lips. She didn't understand it at first, but Ye Wei explained that she just Understand.

The feeling he gave him at this time was that of Ye San's ruffian nature.

"Why?" Anthony asked blankly.

"Drinking jealously."

Anthony chuckled and looked at her deeply, his smile getting thicker. It was obvious that he was in a great mood.

The two played chess for a while, and the aroma coming from the kitchen became stronger and stronger. Eleven couldn't help but poked her head into the kitchen, and her stomach couldn't help but growl. Anthony looked at her with a smile.

"hungry?"

"It's so fragrant." Eleven said, the smell of braised beef with potatoes, this is a famous Russian dish, the cooking is very special, she thought it must be delicious just by smelling the aroma.

"You have a good appetite."

"No, it's just that I haven't eaten hot food for two days." Eleven said, even those cheeses couldn't match the aroma of hot food.

"Why didn't you eat?"

"No appetite." Eleven paused, his smile a little bitter, "I had a serious illness, which may have hurt my stomach. I always have no appetite. It has only improved recently."

Anthony's smile faded and he lowered his eyes.

I had a serious illness and hurt my stomach. The gentle tone concealed an extremely cruel imprisonment. She seemed to be telling someone else's story, and indeed, she was playing another person now.

"It's time for you to leave, why are you dazed?" Eleven urged him, but saw no movement from Anthony. Eleven reached out to touch his shoulder, but Anthony seemed to have a conditioned reflex and suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist. His eyes were like daggers.

Eleven was almost a conditioned reflex. She turned her wrist and was about to counterattack. Anthony suddenly let go. He was too hard for a moment, and Eleven's wrist was bruised. After her skin escaped from Mo Ye, it was easy to bump into it. The blood will bleed if you apply even a little force.

"sorry Sorry……"

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt." Eleven said nonchalantly. If someone reached out to her while she was in a trance, she would reflexively attack.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Anthony didn't seem to hear him and kept saying sorry.