Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 823

As if we find the goal, we will become active.

Caroline had this feeling - she began to observe the 403 bedroom, but she first explored the room carefully.

She came to the closet, opened the closet, and looked at the clothes inside... This should be the wardrobe of 403. Usually, you can get a little bit of a person's personality from a person's style of dressing.

Regarding the ability in this respect, Caroline is somewhat confident in himself - this is not a knowledge, but a practical experience. As for the actual combat, you guessed it yourself.

403 used to be a very cheerful and sunny guy... Caroline looked at the clothes here one by one.

Suddenly, a photo slipped from one of the clothes. This is a photo, men and women, handsome men and beautiful women.

This is a photo of their hugs, and there is a little commemorative value under the setting sun.

This man is obviously not 'Ano' and 'Haley' because he is another appearance... This person is 403? Is this his original appearance?

Caroline couldn't help but think of the 403 white bandage wrapped around her face, revealing only two horror looks that are not full of bloodshot hair and a little scalp and hair.

She did it at the desk, unlike Arnold's desk, which seemed a bit confusing. Because of the reasons that have not been moved for a long time, the books on the shelves have been covered with light gray.

Caroline took out a book and opened the first page with a name on it - write his name on the book and tag the personal belongings, so this is the name of 403.

Caroline placed the photo next to the name on the page, looking at the man's bright smile in the photo, and gently reading the name on the page: Lucas.

Lucas...

Caroline leaned back in the chair and held 403 her electric shock stick in one hand, making herself feel safer and thinking about the next move.

Revenge is a very tempting suggestion.

......

When ‘Ano’ answered the bedroom, it was already six o'clock in the morning. ‘Ano’ looks a bit tired.

Opening the door... At the moment of turning on the light, he saw Carolyn sitting on the bed with his knees at first sight, and he was not sleeping.

Seeing 'Ano' came back, Caroline quickly got out of bed, came forward, grabbed his arm with a worried look, and eagerly said: "Where are you going, I thought you had an accident, right? Consider whether you want to go out and find you."

"I... I went to the study room later." ‘Ano’ felt the strength of Caroline’s arm and was surprised: “Are you waiting for me one night?”

Carolyn nodded silently. "I don't dare to go out, but you have never come back. I am even scared. Is it the boss of Boston's boss who came to the door. So even the lights don't dare to open..."

A pitiful woman can easily make a man move.

'Ano' took a picture of Caroline's back and smiled and said: "I really feel a little bad, but recently because I have an exam, I plan to review it. Then I don't know if I will forget the time... I will next time. Will not."

Caroline nodded and said casually: "No wonder your grades are so good, it really is a nerd."

‘Ano’ smiled.

Caroline gave Arnold a cup of warm water and then yawned: "I am relieved when you come back... Yes, there is food in the microwave. If you are hungry, take it out and eat it. I just get it." A bit, but the taste may not be good."

'Ano' stunned, looking subconsciously toward the microwave oven, wanting to say something, and Caroline had climbed onto the bed at this time, lying down lazily, undefended, stupidly said: " I can't do it, I am sleepy... you are busy yourself."

‘Ano’ stared at Carolyn’s back.

He stood with the cup of water, and after a long time, ‘Ano’ silently opened the microwave oven, and there was a bowl of macaroni in it... Because the time was long, the macaroni had already been pasted.

He sat down with a bowl and ate quietly.

Quietly, silently, take a moment... slowly, slowly.

......

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In the morning, Mr. Orphee walked downstairs a little, and his sleep quality was not good overnight.

Bara seemed to be busy in the kitchen early in the morning. When Mr. Orphee came down, he quickly went up with his apron and wiped his palms. Some worried on his face: "Sir, are you awake?"

Mr. Orphee frowned and looked at Bara’s appearance and said: "He...has he not yet?"

Barra nodded. "From last night you said that you want to lock Mr. Ferranci. He didn't stop. I was too sleepy at night, and when I woke up in the morning, Mr. Ferranci was still inside. One is busy."

Mr. Orphee felt that something was wrong, and suddenly he rushed out and quickly came to the work room behind the yard. Through the window, he saw Dr. Ferranci walking around with a football.

On the walls, on the floor... everywhere, the formula written in chalk seems to be more than last night.

Dr. Ferranch muttered to the football, but Mr. Orphee could not understand what he was going to say. He rushed to open the door lock and walked in.

Dr. Ferranci, as if he was completely unaware, whispered some data about formula conversion and experiment that Mr. Orphee could not understand.

"Enough." Mr. Orphee suddenly had some pains. "Enough, enough! I have arranged for you to go back to the institute. Can you?"

Dr. Ferranchi did not seem to hear it, but it seemed to suddenly think of something. I saw him throwing away the football on his hand, then picked up a chalk head and squatted on the table and wrote something.

"Are you really crazy?" Mr. Orphee muttered to himself, but in the next moment, Mr. Orphee suddenly showed a terrified expression!

Dr. Ferranch suddenly picked up the cup next to him, took a sip of something, and then let it go down... This is just a movement of a drunken person who took a sip of water.

But the things inside the cup were... Mr. Orphee rushed forward. Because he found a container under the table, a container filled with detergent.

"Spit it out! Father, spit it out!!" Mr. Orphee was shocked and swayed Dr. Ferranci's body.

At this point, he saw Dr. Ferranci's face pale and his lips dim.

"Don't yell..." Dr. Fernanci squinted at Mr. Orphee, but after a sentence had not finished, he spit a lot of white foam, then fell to the ground, and his body twitched.

Mr. Orphee picked up Dr. Ferranch and rushed out of the workplace. At this time, Bara came out with a breakfast. Seeing this situation, she suddenly threw something on the ground. "Mr. What happened?"

"He drank the detergent as water, he should drink a lot..." Mr. Orphee said busyly: "Go and take my car key!"

Barra ran upstairs in a hurry.

Mr. Orphee’s car rushed out of the house at a very fast speed. Mr. Orphee shook his hand with his steering wheel, his lips trembled, and while looking at the front, he looked back and looked at Dr. Ferranci, who was unconscious in the passenger seat, breathing with a big mouth.

Mr. Orphee suddenly remembered something, and then dialed the phone on the car... He called and went back to work.

"Sir, good morning..."

"I will give you five minutes to let the traffic police department seal the road from my home to the hospital! I have to go all the way!! This is the order!!"

When Mr. Orphee finished speaking, he turned off the phone. He looked forward eagerly. "You must not do anything, don't go wrong..."

The security department’s power was so great that the streets of Rio suddenly ushered in a jammed morning, and the traffic lights on several main streets suddenly turned red, but a black private car was mad and crazy. One red light crossing after another.

"Doctor!! Doctor!!! Come on!!"

Almost roaring, Mr. Orphee ran across Dr. Ferranci's body and rushed into the hospital's door.

In front of the hall of the hospital, wearing pajamas and slippers, Mr. Orphee, whose face was white, was holding his father and only felt awkwardly turning, "Doctor!!!!"

The emergency personnel rushed out of the mobile bed and quickly took Dr. Ferranci, and Mr. Orphee followed all the way to the emergency room.

He looked at the work light in the emergency room and lit up. He sat down on the wall and sat down, stunned.

Soon after, Bara rushed to the hospital and quickly found Mr. Orphee sitting outside the emergency room. She helped Mr. Orphee. "Mr....it's fine, it will be fine."

Mr. Orphee glanced at Barra silently. He looked at the corridor lights and took a long breath, slowly saying: "At that time...so."

"Mr?"

Mr. Orphee smiled bitterly: "Maki, my wife. She is inside, but I can't do anything. And today... Barra, you said that I did something wrong."

Bara didn't know how to comfort herself at this time. She only silently shot Mr. Orphee's shoulder and said: "Sir, I brought you clothes, you have to change it first... I am I saw a lot of reporters outside."

As an important public figure in this country, Mr. Orphee is naturally easy to recognize.

In the past, when this kind of thing happened, Mr. Orphee would naturally avoid it, but at this time he did not have this thought. He shook his head: "There is security outside the door, it will not be so easy to let them in... Barra, don't tell Louis for the time being, let's see the situation."

Barra nodded.

After a long time, the lights in the emergency room were darkened, and the doctor took off the mask and walked out of the door. Mr. Orphee quickly went forward to ask.

"It's okay." The doctor smiled and said: "Fortunately, it was delivered in time. We washed the patient's stomach, and then waited for him to wake up. But the patient is older, pay more attention later, don't accidentally eat anything. Fortunately, this time it is just an ordinary detergent. If you drink pesticides, it will be troublesome."

"Thank you, doctor." Mr. Orphee gratefully.

The doctor shook his head and then respectfully said: "Mr. Orphee, don't thank me, this is what it should be... but you better change your clothes."

Apparently, the doctor also recognized the safety minister wearing pajamas and slippers.

Mr. Orphee nodded and then took the phone from Barra. Dr. Ferranci was safe. Then he naturally had to calm down the road closure.

This is a case of abuse of private rights, but Mr. Orphee can't manage so much at this time, he can only minimize the impact as much as possible.

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"Young master, please drink tea."

Gan Hong took a cup of warm water in his hands. After he put it down, he stood respectfully. This made Luo Qiu think of the role of the old age.

In fact, there are people who follow and follow things. For Luo Qiu, it is no stranger—or, people who have long been accustomed to getting in and out.

Of course, there is not much comparability between the two.

“—Local News: Traffic in Rio in the morning...”

That is a line of text messages that appear in the bottom of the TV screen, and the picture is still the main news of the place - of course, for the people present, there is no concern.

"Okay, then I will leave." After Song Xiaoran busy eating the remaining half of the fritters, he took the paper towel and wiped his lips and stood up.

Luo Qiu’s gaze was taken back from the TV, and he nodded to Song Haoran. “Along the way.”

After watching Song Xiaoran leave, Song Tianyou also said: "Luo Qiu, then I have to go to the Buddhist temple, do you want to follow?"

There is a big house, and it is not a strange thing to have a Buddhist temple. Seeing Luo Qiu seems to be somewhat curious, Wu Shu explained: "The lord has the habit of chanting every day."

Luo Qiu shook his head and said: "I should not have passed."

Song Tianyou was not reluctant. Originally this was a personal act, so he nodded. "That. If you feel bored, let Ganhong take you around, she will arrange it."

Then, there will be a scene in which the above-mentioned sweet red holds warm water and then stands aside.

Luo Qiu put down the "History of the Ming" in his hand, curiously watching Gan Hongdao: "I want it."

Gan Hong quickly said: "When you want to say, it is too late, so I will send it in advance."

Luo Qiu nodded and looked down at the book again.

Gan Hong suddenly asked at this time: "Qiu Shaoye, isn't it curious?"

"What are you curious about?"

Gan Hong bites his teeth: "When on the train..."

Luo Qiu said casually: "The Song family is not simple, so it is not very curious. You appear twice, probably for a reason... sit, don't stand, there is no one here."

"No, no." Gan Hong quickly shook his head and said: "I am your own now, so there is no rules."

Luo Qiu Daqi said: "It seems that the Song family still retains a lot of unnecessary traditional rules, don't you hate it?"

Gan Hong slowly said: "My life is given by the Song family. What the lord wants me to do, I will do anything."

"Even if he sent you to me?" Luo Qiu looked up.

Gan Hong nodded seriously and said: "But you are not refused by Qiu Shaoye?"

Luo Qiu shook his head and said: "I just think that if you refuse directly, in front of so many people, you will be a girl, and then I will make it clear to the old man, find a reason, let this Something is over."

Looking at Luo Qiu with a red heart.

Luo Qiu smiled and said: "So many people are watching you, not good."

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PS1: Thanks to the book buddy, the lord of the co-owner of the universe.

PS2: Bow to the capitalist forces.

(End of this chapter)