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"I see, but why do I feel a fishy smell in the room? I didn't notice it before I went out."

"It's probably because of the seafood. The seafood we ate was flown in by Iron Blood Heavy Industry and is produced in Iberia."

"Is that so..."

The fun of lunch continued.

After returning to his seat, Ceylon cut the steak with a knife and fork in a standard posture, and talked about the news he saw while squatting on the toilet, with a slightly sad expression:

"Speaking of which, there are still people in the Drak Empire marching for the 'Infected Citizenship Act'."

"Are you worried?"

"Well, a little bit."

"Actually, this is not a big deal."

Zhou Cheng adjusted his sitting posture again, leaned back relaxedly on the chair, and explained to Ceylon with a cheerful expression:

"The parade was actually organized by Iron Blood Heavy Industries. The parade will be disbanded later because Tallulah 'accepted' the conditions proposed by the parade organizers."

"what?"

Ceylon showed a surprised expression, and his curious eyes seemed to ask, 'Why do you do this? '

Zhou Cheng added sugar to a cup of milk black tea and said casually:

"It's very simple. There must be some opposition to this kind of thing in Ursus. Rather than those scattered and difficult-to-handle objections, which may even have people with ulterior motives, we might as well just concentrate all of this and deal with it at once.

"Violent conflicts, bloody incidents...well, these are inevitable, and it is no big deal for the Ussians. We just need to deal with some noise and let the fiercely opposed people think they got what they want. That’ll be fine.”

Ceylon was a bit unable to answer the question.

In any case, this topic is a bit too much. If you post it online, you will be invited to have tea.

Tallulah, Emperor of the Drak Empire, and Iron Blood Heavy Industries control people's thoughts...

Boy, is this something she can listen to?

Are you going to be silenced if you go out?

Smiling awkwardly but politely, Ceylan carefully looked at Zhou Cheng's expression.

He seemed to really not care, even looking at him amusedly after she showed her panic.

"Don't worry, this matter has been through my hands. Will I still silence you?"

"If that's the case, then I'm relieved."

The atmosphere returned to harmony.

Zhou Cheng took the initiative to chat a lot with Ceylan, but while he was talking, he would make some sudden and subtle movements, such as suddenly trembling, then sitting up straight, and so on.

He is in a good mood today... Ceylan muttered in his heart and looked at the smiling young man sitting opposite.

Holding the drinks and desserts in her hands that she was going to pack back for her good sister, she stood up and said:

"Then I'm ready to leave. Do you want to come out to play tomorrow?"

"Let's wait for the music festival. We've pretty much traveled around, but if you want, I can see if I have time."

"Okay, goodbye then."

The pink-haired lady waved her hand, turned around and walked away elegantly.

The door of the private room closed automatically, and a strong and agile figure quickly emerged.

Back under the light, Hei immediately grabbed a handful of tissues and wiped his lips, hunched over the table and retched.

"Cough, cough cough... vomit..."

It took her a while to recover, and she stood up with a heavy breath, looking at the man who forced her to do that kind of thing under the table with an unkind expression.

She couldn't hide her murderous expression, and her more excessive actions in the second half made her throat feel hot and sore, and when she breathed, she felt that her respiratory tract was full of odor.

Zhou Cheng took a sip of his black tea with sugar, chuckled and said:

"Do you want to do it? Yes, I'm very happy now. You can try it. I won't pursue it."

Hei was tempted, but after seeing his steady appearance, he still didn't dare to take action.

He said he didn't pursue it because he was happy, but who knows what he would do if he was unhappy?

Zhou Cheng was a little disappointed and said:

"Okay, looks like you gave up."

"..."

"Hey, don't be so cold. I still like you quite a bit and respect your freedom of speech."

Zhou Cheng looked kind, but to Hei's ears he thought he was farting.

It sounds so nice, but he is still a velvet ball. No matter how friendly his attitude is now, he may become more sinister in a while. Picking people up and throwing them down is a classic torture method.

Seeing that Sister Feilin returned to her cold demeanor and looked like she was indifferent, Zhou Cheng had no choice but to wave her over.

In this regard, he was very obedient and walked up to him with a gloomy gaze.

I looked around from top to bottom, but didn't find anything on this big cat girl, but I found that I hadn't pulled up my pants yet.

Zhou Cheng stood up and pulled up his pants. After putting on his pants, he smiled and looked at Hei Hei, whose expression was colder than an iceberg.

He likes such a cold child very much, especially when she shows disgust and disgust in her eyes. It would be better if he could step on her with his feet and lift up her skirt to reveal her fat.

Hmm... let's play with this later.

The top priority right now is to wrap things up.

I was originally just playing along with Hei's lustful words, but it would be rude to continue to play it wrong.

Thinking about it, Zhou Cheng raised his hand and touched her head and said:

"I won't go back today if it's dark."

The words sounded like thunder in his ears. Looking at the man's spring-like smile, Hei felt like he had seen a devil.

Are you getting there already?

In his dazed thoughts, a slowly rising tide of sadness filled his heart.

22.On the call...

When you enter the Dalkos family's mansion, you will pass by a patch of flowers while walking on the irregular gravel road. Ceylon, who is holding a small parasol, slows down in the gentle fragrance of flowers and feels more comfortable.

The flowers here are all grown by Ceylon himself, but because they are away all year round, Hei Zai takes care of them.

Whenever she saw these vibrant flowers, she would think of her unrelated sister and the friendship between them.

"She should be coming back too, right?"

Muttering, Ceylon crossed the crossroads and arrived at the door of the mansion. He took out the key and opened it, and the faint aroma clinging to the wood hit his face.

Ceylan knelt down in front of the shoe cabinet at the door and frowned slightly after taking off the leather boots.

I didn't feel it when I put on the shoes, I just thought they were a little hot. After taking them out and touching the air with moderate temperature outside, I immediately felt a burning sensation on my feet.

I pulled open the cuffs of my socks and fanned them inside, but it didn't have much effect, but it made me feel a little cooler.

After changing into slippers, I stepped into the deserted mansion and pressed the switch. The hall and living room suddenly became brighter.Walking lightly on the wooden floor, he came to the living room with a very high dome. Looking at the empty corridor on the second floor, Ceylon put the packed drinks and desserts on the coffee table.

There is no maid to take care of you 24 hours a day, but there will be people who come on time to clean, cook, etc.The main reason is that Hei is not used to liveliness, and since Ceylon has been abroad for a long time, only Hei will live here.

The large chandelier hanging from the ceiling exuded a bright and soft light. He sat on the sofa with a pillow in his arms. Even though he was alone, Ceylon sat up straight and took out his mobile phone to start browsing tweets.

As time passed, Ceylon gradually began to feel uneasy, and he became absent-minded while browsing tweets.

Glancing at the time in the upper right corner of the phone screen, she couldn't help but start to worry about getting dark.

Usually Hei would send her a message even if he came home late, but now it's been two hours and there's still no movement.

Could something have happened?

But this is Xista, the city of the Dorkos family. Nothing can happen here, right?

Hei could mobilize more resources than her own daughter. After all, Hei was in charge of the city's armed forces... although there weren't many in total.

Worried, Ceylon picked up his cell phone and called Hei.

The ringtone of classical music came from the mobile phone, and a melodious and soothing tune lingered in my ears.

But listening to the music that kept repeating, Ceylan's mood went against it and became irritable. Every time it was repeated, she became more worried, and even vaguely speculated whether something big had happened to Heilongjiang.

But just when her uneasiness reached an extreme and she was about to ask her father, the call came through.

The first thing that came from it was a vague and connected sound of water, like running in a pool of water.

But, is it raining today?

As soon as I had this doubt, I heard a familiar voice coming from it:

"Ha... miss?"

The voice was a little weak, and the speaker seemed to be breathing slightly, as if he had just experienced a strenuous exercise.

"Black? How did you..."

"Um...I...haa-?!"

"black?"

"Ahem... I'm fine... I'm fine. I just missed the step and almost... um... almost fell."

The voice on the phone was not only distorted, but also somewhat intermittent, and there seemed to be a trace of depressed tone hidden in the interspersed gasps...

It was as if she was being done something very painful...

No, that's just an illusion, right?How could Hei be forced by someone?

Ceylon forced out a little smile, but it was just a forced smile and could not hide the sadness on his face. He asked hesitantly:

"Are you really all right?"

"Um... Phew - I'm fine, please don't worry."

Following the long response, Hei breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone returned to a calm tone as he responded.

She seemed to be fine, and she could still reply so calmly, if you ignore the wave of waves hitting the phone's microphone, and the subtle but obvious rapid breathing.

Ceylon opened his mouth slightly, full of doubts stuck in his throat, and made a hesitant sound:

"...But, your voice sounds like you are in a hurry."

"Huh... ha - it's okay, I'm just running, um, I'm chasing someone."

"Thief?"

"……almost."

"then I will not bother you?"

"Well, and I won't be back tonight."

"Ok."

"..."

The two fell silent together, but neither hung up the phone.

The sudden silence also made the sound of her footsteps and rapid breathing when she was 'running' clearer.

It's really urgent. Is that thief running very fast?