Trafford’s Trading Club

As if, as soon as we find a goal, we become active.

Caroline had this feeling —— she started looking at this 403 bedroom, just for the first time she explored it very carefully.

She came to the closet, opened the closet, looked at the clothes inside… this should be the closet of the 403. Typically, you can learn a little bit about a person's personality from their dressing style.

Caroline has a little confidence in herself about her abilities in this area - not learning, but experience gained in action. Guess what the real battle is.

403 was supposed to be a very happy and sunny guy... Caroline looked at the clothes here one by one.

Suddenly, a photograph slipped off one of the clothes. This is a photograph of a man and a woman, a handsome man and a beautiful woman.

This is a picture of them embracing, under the sunset, with a little bit of commemorative value.

This man is obviously not ‘Arnault' and ‘Hayley' because he is a different person... this man is 403? Is that what he looks like?

Caroline couldn't help but think of the 403 white bandage wrapped around her face, revealing only two discontentented bloodfilaments and a little scary appearance of scalp and hair.

She did it in front of the desk, which, unlike Arnold's desk, seemed a bit confusing. For reasons that haven't moved in a long time, the books on the shelf have been laid with light ash.

Caroline picked up a book, turned to the first page, and it had a name on it —— it had her name on it, and it marked her personal belongings, so this is the 403 name.

Caroline put the photo next to the name on the page, looked at the man's bright smile in the photo, and gently read the name on the page: Lucas.

Lucas...

Caroline leaned against the chair and held the shock rod 403 in her hand, making herself feel safer and starting to think about the next move.

Revenge is a very tempting proposition.

……

When Arnold answered the bedroom, it was around 6: 00 in the morning. ‘Arnold' looks a little tired.

Open the door… the moment the light was on, he saw Caroline sitting on her knees and sleeping all night.

When ‘Arnold’ returned, Caroline hurried out of bed, walked up and grabbed his arm with anxiety. “Where have you been? I thought you had an accident. I was thinking about going out to find you. ”

“I... I went to the study room later.” Arnold felt Caroline grabbing her arm, surprised: “You've been waiting for me all night? ”

Carolyn Mortimer nodded, “I'm afraid to go out, but you haven't come back, and I'm even afraid that Boston's men are coming to the door. So even the lights don't dare turn on...”

Chu Chu, poor woman can easily move men.

‘Arnold' patted Caroline on the back of her hand and laughed. 'I'm in a bad mood, and I'm going to go over it recently because I have an exam. Then I don't know if I'll forget the time... I won't next time. ”

Caroline nodded and said, “No wonder you're such a good grader. You're a nerd. ”

‘Arnold' smiled.

Caroline gave ‘Arnold’ a glass of warm water, and then beat a lag: “I'm relieved you're back... by the way, there's food in the microwave. If you're hungry, take it out and eat it. I made it random, but it might taste bad. ”

‘Arnold' looked at the microwave subconsciously, trying to say something, and Caroline had climbed into bed by now, lazily laying down, unprotected and confused: “I can't do it, I'm sleepy... busy yourself. ”

‘Arnold' stared at Caroline's back.

He stood there with the cup and after a long time, 'Arnold' silently opened the microwave and put a bowl of macaroni in it... because it had been there for a long time and the macaroni had been pasted long ago.

He sat down with a bowl and ate quietly.

Quietly, silently, for a moment… slowly, slowly.

……

……

In the morning, Mr. Ofey's head came down somewhat heavily, and he had a bad night's sleep.

Barbara seemed to have been busy in the kitchen all morning, and when she saw Mr. Ofey come down, she rushed up with an apron and wiped her palms. Her face was worried: "Sir, are you awake? ”

Mr. Ofei frowned and looked at Barra like this, "He... he's not out yet? ”

Balla nodded, “He hasn't stopped since you said you were going to lock Mr. Frankie up last night. I fell asleep so sleepy at night that I woke up in the morning and went over to see that Mr. Frankie was still in there, alone, busy. ”

Mr. Ofei felt something was wrong and suddenly rushed out and quickly arrived in the working room behind the yard. Through the window, he saw Dr. Frankie walking around with a soccer ball.

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

Dr. Frankie mumbled to the football, but Mr. Ofey couldn't hear what he was saying. He hastily unlocked the door and walked in.

But what Dr. Frankie muttered to himself, as if he had not noticed at all, was some formula conversion and experimental data that Mr. Ofey could not understand.

“Enough.” Mr. Ofey is suddenly a little sad, "that's enough, that's enough! I sent you back to the institute, okay? ”

Dr. Frankie seemed as if he hadn't heard, and yet he seemed suddenly to think of something. He suddenly threw the football out of his hand and then picked up a chalk head and lay down on the table and wrote something.

“Are you really crazy?” Mr. Ofey muttered to himself, yet the next moment, Mr. Ofey suddenly gave a frightening look!

Dr. Frankie suddenly picked up the cup next to him, took a sip of something, and then put it down again... this was just a drunken worker who drank a sip of water at will.

But what was in the cup… Mr. Ofey rushed forward in shock. Because he found a container under the table, a container with detergent.

“Spit it out! Father, spit it out!” Mr. Ofey shook Dr. Frankie's body in a hurry.

Only then did he see Dr. Frankie's face unusually pale and his lips dim.

“Shut up...” Dr. Frankie glanced at Mr. Ofey, but before he finished, he spit a lot of foam in his mouth, then fell to the ground and his body twitched.

Mr. Ofey suddenly picked up Dr. Frankie and rushed out of the workshop. At this point, Balla came out with a plate of breakfast, and when she saw the situation, she suddenly threw something on the floor, "Sir! What's going on here? ”

“He drinks the cleaner as water and should drink a lot...” Mr. Ofey said busily: “Go get my car keys! ”

Balla ran upstairs in a hurry.

Mr. Ofey's car rushed out of the house at an extremely fast speed. Mr. Ofey shook his hands and held the steering wheel, his lips trembling slightly, as he looked forward frequently, looking back at Dr. Frankie, who was unconscious in the passenger seat, breathing heavily.

Mr. Ofey suddenly remembered something and dialed the phone in the car… a call was made to go back to work.

“Good morning, sir...”

“I'll give you five minutes for the traffic department to seal the road from my house to the hospital! I want a safe journey!! That's an order!! ”

As soon as Mr. Ofei finished, he turned off the phone. He looked at the front eagerly, “Don't worry, don't go wrong...”

The power of the Security Department was so great that the streets of Rio suddenly had a clogged morning, and the red and green lights on several major streets suddenly turned red, but a black private car went wild all the way through the red lights.

“Doctor!! Doctor!!! Somebody!! ”

Almost roaring, Mr. Ofey burst into the hospital gate with Dr. Frankie's body in his arms.

In front of the hospital lobby, wearing pajamas and slippers, Mr. Ofey, with his white face, hugged his father and only felt the sky spinning, “Doctor!!!! ”

The paramedics rushed out of the mobile bed and hurried Dr. Frankie up and Mr. Ofey followed him all the way to the emergency room.

He looked at the work lights in the emergency room and sat down, tired as if sliding against the wall.

Shortly afterwards, Balla rushed to the hospital and soon found Mr. Ofey sitting outside the emergency room door. She lifted Mr. Ofey up, “Sir... it's okay, it's going to be okay. ”

Mr. Ofey glanced at Balla silently, looking at the hallway lights, taking a long breath, and slowly said: "So was that. ”

“Sir?”

"Maggie, my wife. She's in there, and I can't do anything. And today... Balla, you said I wasn't doing anything wrong. ”

Barbara didn't know how to comfort herself at the moment, but slapped Mr. Ofey on the shoulder in silence and said: "Sir, I brought you some clothes, if you don't change first... I watched a lot of reporters beat up outside. ”

As an important public figure in this country, Mr. Ofey is naturally easily recognized.

In the past, Mr. Ofei naturally avoided this kind of thing, but at this time he didn't think about it. He shook his head: "There are security guards outside the door, it won't be easy to let them in... Barbara, don't tell Lewis about this for now, let's see what happens. ”

Barbara nodded.

A long time later, the emergency room lights went down and the doctor took off his mask and walked out the door, and Mr. Ofey rushed forward to ask.

“It's all right.” The doctor laughed, “Fortunately, it was delivered in time, and we washed the patient's stomach, so let's wait for him to wake up. However, the patient is getting older, pay more attention in the future, and don't eat incorrectly. Fortunately, it's just a regular cleaner. If it's pesticide, it's troublesome. ”

“Thank you, Doctor.” Mr. Ofey is grateful.

Instead, the doctor shook his head and complimented him: "Don't thank me, Mr. Ofey, this should be... but you'd better get dressed. ”

Apparently, the doctor also recognized the Minister of Safety in Pajamas and Slippers.

Mr. Ofey nodded and then picked up Balla's phone, and Dr. Frankie was finally safe, and then he naturally had to calm down the massive blockade.

This is an abuse of privacy, but Mr. Ofei is no longer in control, and he can only minimize the impact.

……

……

“Young master, have some tea. ”

With a glass of warm water in his hands, Kam Hong stood respectfully beside him... which reminded him of a role like that of an old maid.

In fact, it's not a strange thing for Rocchu to have people with him - or to have people with him who are used to going in and out.

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

“- Local news: traffic paralysis in Rio mornings…”

That's a line of text that floats at the bottom of the TV screen, and the picture is still the main news of the place —— and of course, for those present, it's not much of a concern.

“Well, I'll be off then.” After Song Hao ran busy eating the remaining half of the oil strip, he picked up the tissue and wiped his lips and stood up.

Lo Qiu's eyes retracted from the TV before nodding towards Song Hao Run, "Have a good trip. ”

After seeing Song Hao ran away, Song Tianyu continued: “Lo Qiu, I'm going to go to Buddha Hall for a while. Do you want to come? ”

Cold houses are big, and having a Buddha's Hall isn't weird. Seeing Rochu seemed a little curious, Uncle Five explained: “The master has a habit of reciting the scriptures every day. ”

Lochu shook his head and said, "I shouldn't be there. ”

Song Tianyu didn't force him either. This was a personal act, so he nodded: “Okay. If you're bored, let Kangong take you around. She'll arrange it. ”

So, there's this sweet red, warm water, and then there's the scene.

Lo Qiu let go of his "Ming History" and looked at Kam Hong curiously: “Do I want one? ”

"It's too late for you to say it, so it would be better if I sent it in advance. ”

Lochu nodded and looked down at the book again.

Suddenly, Kam Hong asked: "Master Qiu, isn't it strange? ”

“Curious about what. ”

Sweet bite of the teeth: “On the train...”

"" The Songs are not simple, "said Lo Qiu. There's probably a reason for you to show up twice... Sit down, don't just stand there, nobody's here anymore. ”

“No, no, no.” Sweet Red shook his head in haste: “I'm one of yours now, so there's no rules. ”

"Looks like the Songs still have a lot of unnecessary traditional rules, don't you hate it? ”

"'My life was given to me by the Songs,' said Kanhong slowly. 'If the master wanted me to do anything, I would do anything. ”

“Even if he gave you to me?” Lochu looked up and asked.

Kam Hong nodded seriously and said, "But Master Qiu, didn't you say no? ”

Luo Qiu shook his head: “I just think that if you refuse directly, in front of so many people, you will be embarrassed by a girl. Next, I will tell Master Song clearly, find a reason or something to let this thing go away. ”

Glamorously looked at Rocchu.

Rochu laughed. “So many people are looking at you. You must be upset. ”

PS1: Thank you to the adorable owner of my book pal, "The Cosmic Co-owner."

PS2: Lower your head to capitalist forces.