“Rita?”
Watching the girl’s back, Emma frowned.
When did this woman come?
How much of her conversation with Liam just now did this woman hear?
Or …
Her confession, her rejection … Rita heard it all?
Thinking about this, Emma suddenly blushed hard.
Rita took a deep breath, and then turned her head graciously with her pink lips slightly hooked: “Miss Ellis, tea is too boring in the evening, why don’t we drink?”
Emma: “…”
Jacob raised his eyes to the gray sky: “…” said what?
The crowd froze.
Liam, on the other hand, sat gracefully in a rattan chair, steady as a mountain and unhurried.
He looked down and took another sip of tea and raised his eyes to the girl across from him.
A large, well-boned hand patted the spot at the side of his body, “Come here.”
Rita nodded, “Hmm.”
The backyard path is paved with cobblestones, and Rita, who is wearing high heels, has some trouble walking.
In addition, she went to the night market with Nathan Murphy before and rubbed a blister on her heel, which will hurt a little more when she walks.
By the time she sat down on Liam’s side, the blisters on her feet were breaking painfully.
She ignored the stinging pain and sat on the rattan chair, when Shen Chuan, who was beside her, came over with a sideways glance.
Somehow, the man suddenly frowned heavily.
Rita looked confused.
What is the situation?
It seems that someone is not happy?
See the man’s eyes fell in the direction of her hand, Rita subconsciously squeezed the bottle in her hand tight.
Is it possible that you don’t like her to touch the drinks?
She licked her lips and said, “Ahem … this wine I’ll see about not drinking.”
After she explained, however, the man narrowed his eyes.
Then her leg was grabbed by the man Rita: “What are you doing?”
“Don’t move around.”
Liam rested her feet on his legs.
Eyes downcast, gaze at the blood blister on her heel, frowning.
“Does it hurt?”
See Jacob’s mouth twitch at the sound of his voice: “…”
Emma, on the side, her hand snapped tight: “…”
Rita: “…” So, he’s hurting her heart.
Scared to death … she thought she had committed some big crime!!!
“It’s okay, it’ll be fine tomorrow.”
Although Rita said she was fine, Liam had someone bring alcohol to treat her wound himself.
Obviously used to the blood and rain, but the man on the medicine is still like a great enemy, the force of the hand is light again and again light.
Seeing this scene, a side of Jonathan’s jaw fell directly to the ground.
Fuck…
He is blind, right?
Why did he feel Liam’s blood-soaked hands, which had just been administering the medication, had a handful of feelings?
Shit…
Liam nervous?
No way, Liam has never seen anything before, why is he so nervous?
And what is the reason for being so careful?
After a few seconds of pause, he looked at Rita seemed to have an epiphany, his eyes widened in shock.
Is it possible that Liam is afraid of hurting Rita?
Realizing the truth, Jonathan was a little confused, and then … heart was poked and prodded.
“Don’t wear high heels in the future.”
Liam took care of Rita’s blistered feet, and then bent down to change her into comfortable slippers.
Rita grinned and giggled, “Okay, got it.”
“Fuck … has no eyes to see.”
Jonathan closed his eyes, “Is this still the decisive Liam? How just … how just …”
What about being scared?
Jonathan this kind of mind, as the past Jacob can very much understand.
He raised his hand and patted Jonathan, “It’s okay, it’s okay, habit becomes nature!
“I was just devastated by the various behaviors of my master, and look at me, you will slowly fade away.”
Jonathan’s mouth twitched and he almost didn’t pass out, “…”
Habit?
Calm?
Calm what, he can’t calm down.
The Mrs. Wilson in his mind is the all-powerful Emma.
Not Rita the useless one, no!!!
This side Jonathan painful, over there Emma also look at the heart boring.
There was even a tearing sensation.
She smiled bitterly, reached out and picked up the beer in Jacob’s hand, and then raised her white neck to smother most of the bottle in one gulp.
Gobble, gobble …
“Emma …” Jonathan saw the situation, his eyes were full of heartache.
He raised his hand to stop it, but was stopped by Jacob.
“Let her drink if she is upset.”
“What do you know, people drink for money, she drinks for life and … oops, in short, can not drink!!!”
Emma has spent many years in the Dark Side, and is no less capable than the men of the Dark Side in both martial arts and command, if not better than them.
However on the strength of alcohol … she is finished.
Emma is drunk when she gets drunk.
Drunk alone is good, she also loves to play with alcohol, and even violent tendencies.
Thinking about the scene last year when Emma drunkenly beat up several of their dark masters, Jonathan’s heart raged with fear: “Emma, don’t drink.”
“It’s okay, just drink a little.”
“No!!!”
If you drink more, you’ll be killed!
Jonathan and Emma compete for beer, not by taking but by passing.
One move, Jonathan defeated.
Two moves, Jonathan defeated.
Many moves later, Jonathan was defeated miserably.
Not only defeated, but also tired and panting.
Rita changed her shoes and was seeing the usually formidable Jonathan being completely abused at this time.
She snorted out a laugh, “Jonathan, how about my sister helping you grab the bottle?”
Once a dozen dark masters could not grab the wine in Emma’s hand.
How could an unarmed Rita grab it?
Jonathan deflated in disgust, “I’d better feed myself.”
He reached out to grab another bottle, however the man was kicked away by Emma.
Clang!
Jonathan fell almost tailbone shattered, painful cold sweat straight.
Jacob: “…”
Rita was stunned: “…” so hard?
Although she had long heard in her previous life that Emma loved to beat people up after drinking.
She had something built up in her mind, but she was still shocked to see Emma hit someone with her own eyes.
Just then a drunken Emma threw another punch at Jonathan on the ground.
Rita saw the situation and thought nothing of it, grabbed the orange from the fruit plate and smashed it over, “Stop!
The orange hit Emma right in the back of the head.
The fist that hit Jonathan’s face thus deflected to a wall.
Boom – the brick wall cracked a crack.
Looking at the seam, Jonathan suddenly felt the back of his head whirring straight into a cold sweat.
If this had hit him in the face, he would probably be dead.
He heaved a sigh of relief as he escaped from the robbery.
And Emma, who was smashed, was furious, the expression sunken like she wanted to tear someone apart, “Who dares to assassinate me? Who?!”
When everyone heard it, they were afraid to breathe.
All afraid to meet Emma’s eyes for fear of being killed.
And Liam still looked indifferent.
But his hawk-like eyes were on Emma.
As long as Emma dares to take a swing at Rita, he will not hesitate to fight back.
Rita’s little face on the side was not in fear, but readily admitted, “It’s me.”
At the words of the crowd swish of eyes fell on Rita’s body.
That expression was like looking at a fool.
Jacob: What? Rita doesn’t want to live?
Jonathan: Others are still too late to hide, this stupid even admitted that they smashed, simply do not want to live.
The next second, Emma lunged straight ahead.
The strong wind on the fist is harsh and full of killing energy.
How strong Emma is is clear to everyone.
This fist down, there is only one way to die.
So when he saw this, Liam’s eyes narrowed in his seat, and his whole body was ready to dismantle the move.
Critical moments, all the people are tense, the atmosphere is afraid to breathe.
Instead, Rita unhurriedly fished out a strawberry-flavored lollipop from her pocket and handed it to Emma: “Well … sister I was wrong, forgive me, okay?”
The girl’s wave of tawdry behavior, the crowd’s body shifted.
Jonathan: “What’s she doing? Pouting? Uh … She didn’t think a lollipop and an apology would make Emma happy, did she?
Jacob, you say … Rita this stupid woman is sick in the head?”
Jacob also used to think that Rita must be sick in the head.
Yet this woman’s behavior effectively turns the odds in her favor every time.
Jacob, “Don’t jump to conclusions too soon, just in case, this works for her!”
“If this trick of coaxing children works, I … I call her sister!
No!
Call her mom whatever you want.”
However, Jonathan’s words just landed, the originally angry Emma suddenly stopped, reached out and took the lollipop and took it in her mouth, “Okay … forgive you.”
Jonathan: “!!!”
This … this who will tell him what is going on?