"Wonder how he died?"

"Si Kong Jue took up the water cup, after drinking a sip of water, he took the cup in his hand and played," if you like. "

"There's nothing to be reluctant about." After chewing, Daisy put down her knife and fork and wiped the corner of her lip with her napkin. "I killed him."

Killed by her?

Isn't Frank her favorite lover?

A master of oil painting, romantic and talented, his natural artistic cells let him show his edge and fame.

That's one of the most important reasons Daisy likes him.

Since it is the love of the people, how can they be willing to kill?

Daisy sneered. "Frank is just a little bit of an artistic lunatic. His romance has different ways for different women. I thought he was the one who loved me the most. I didn't expect that there were still a few small lovers behind his back. Madame Da Dao, a 17-year-old student studying oil painting with him. The day he died, it was snowing heavily in Moscow, and he told me to go out for inspiration. Finally, I got the news that he went to the bed of his 17-year-old lover. By the time I arrived, they were doing it completely selfless. "

Sikong Jue supported his forehead with one hand, and his face was secretive.

Daisy pauses for a moment to see that he doesn't move, and frowns slightly. "Aren't you curious?"

He hooked the corner of his lip, "a little bit."

"Ha ha." Daisy chuckled and went on, "I said, Frank is a madman! In front of me, he made more efforts, constantly insulting me with language, and his actions were indecent and shameless. What's more, his little lover seems to be as abnormal as he is. He even encourages me to join them and play with three people. Finally, when they were in high tide, I sent them to hell with two bullets

"Well, after listening to your story," said the Scotch, with his fingers curled up and tapping on the table. "Now, it's time to talk about the purpose of your coming to me."

Daisy looked at him disapprovingly. "Arthur, you're cold-blooded."

"Go ahead." Ignore her words.

She spread out her hands, helplessly curled her lips, "I haven't thought about what to do with this child, so I can't let mommy know."

Sikong Jue stood up and looked down at her. His words were comparable to the snow outside, "then, you should not come to me. I don't want to be accused of your child's father. "

Then, ignoring Daisy's blue and purple face, Sikong Jue strode away.

He left with a cold, determined figure, and Daisy raised her voice, "Arthur, are you still hating me?"

This sentence, doomed to no response, Sikong Jue has already disappeared in her sight.

In the dining room, she was left sitting at the table alone.

Her bodyguard whispered, "Miss, what does Master Arthur mean? Are you not going to stay? "

Daisy gave a leisurely smile, sipped a sip of water, and said, "he won't."

…………

Mojia manor.

On the dining table of the main house, only mo'an city and Mo Qianzhi eat.

Since those people took advantage of mo'an city on business several times, all of them were driven to live in the second house behind the main house by mo'an city.

"Brother," Mo Qianzhi said while eating and talking. His cheeks were very cute. "Tomorrow, would you like to make a snowman with me? Our classmates are talking about making snowman today. Hum, I can do it too

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