I Am a Nobleman in England

The memory of taste is very long-lasting. All food is eaten to the end. If it is just food, it may be a little bit bland and lack the aftertaste. You must eat a little human and a little affection.

The taste of hot pot will only be understood after you try it yourself. Spicy and delicious, every fresh ingredient becomes delicious and juicy inside, making it hard to stop after one bite, and one bite after bite, even if it gets angry.

As the butter hot pot is immersed for a long time, the taste of the hot pot becomes more and more fragrant, and the meat becomes more delicious as it is cooked. The familiar taste is not only the taste that makes people linger.

He was full of wine and rice, and a bottle of soaring to the bottom. At this time, Arthur was already drunk. Perhaps it was a familiar and familiar atmosphere, a familiar smell, and a familiar voice. It made him very at ease and comfortable, and also made him feel comfortable. The drunkenness grew stronger.

After returning to the villa, Arthur quickly fell asleep through his drunkenness. He had a very long dream, and the pictures in the dream were memories of his previous life.

"call--"

In the early morning, Arthur opened his sleepy eyes and saw the bright sunlight shining through the gaps in the curtains. He could not help but sighed in a sulky breath full of drunkenness. Looking at this ray of sunlight, God could not help him The feeling of extra care, I feel that life is really incredible, and I think that there are really many possibilities in life.

"Ok?"

Arthur was stunned for a while, then shook his dizzy head, sat up, rubbed his cheeks with his hands, lifted the quilt and dropped to the ground, reached out and pressed the bell on the wound, and left. Into the bathroom.

After showering and washing, Arthur changed into loose casual clothes, walked out of the bedroom, and went downstairs. The maid at the stairway was already smiling and waiting, and sent a good morning greeting.

The sumptuous breakfast has been set on the dining table. After ironing, the very flat newspaper has been placed in the corner of the table. Of course, ironing newspapers is not to pretend to be a nobleman, but to kill the newspaper. The germs on it also dry the ink in the paper to prevent you from getting your fingers dirty after reading the newspaper.

"Wow--"

After Arthur sat down, he picked up the "Times" to expand, and quickly browsed through the headlines of the various pages. When he saw on the financial page, because the market expected the Fed to emphasize interest rates again tonight for a longer period of time The domestic market will remain extremely low, and Asian stock markets will rise across the board. Later, the Bank of England also announced this morning that the benchmark interest rate will remain unchanged at 0.5%.

He knew that before talking to Smith Jama, the content of the prediction has become a reality. The British Bank's interest rate decision will not only set off a boom in the foreign exchange market, but also push up the price of gold.

"Today is a good day!"

Can make money again! Closing the financial page, Arthur raised his mouth, muttered to himself happily, put the newspaper aside, and began to enjoy his breakfast.

After breakfast, Arthur looked at the time and sat on the sofa in front of the French windows in no hurry. While drinking black tea, he flipped through the newspaper, seemingly waiting for something.

Even if the British stock market went up at the opening and gold went up as expected, he didn't rush to the investment company in a hurry. Looking at the lovely, beating numbers, he felt the joy of lying down and making money.

It wasn't until 9 o'clock that Arthur picked up his mobile phone and called Aimo Alamudin. After a greeting, Arthur told Aimo that he was going to send her a magical special medicine, and Aimo was helpless. With his refusal and his insistence, Arthur learned of the good news that Aimo was at home alone, and hung up the phone without saying anything, and rushed to the apartment where the beauty was.

"Ding Dong—"

"coming..."

Standing in the doorway, Arthur faintly heard Aymo's shout and the sound of heavy objects hitting the floor, frowning slightly.

"Crack—"

When the door opened, Arthur saw Aymo wearing a white sweater, a pair of black loose slacks, a pair of slippers, walking on crutches, light makeup on his face, and black shawl curly hair tied into a ponytail. There was a sunny smile.

"For you, I wish you a speedy recovery—"

Arthur held a bouquet of pink awakening roses, pink lisianthus, and lovergrass in his hand in front of Aymo, with the corners of his mouth raised, and Aymo's bright beautiful eyes with a sweet smile looked at the bouquet in front of him. A flash of splendor flashed, and stepped forward to smell it, beautiful eyes narrowed and said softly, "Thank you, but..."

Arthur saw Aymo gesture to the crutches under his arms, and hurriedly said, "Sorry."

"Hehe, come in." Ai Motian smiled, let go of her position, and let Arthur in. The gaze looking at Arthur in her beautiful eyes had more subtle colors, pink rose and pink lisianthus. Aimo is no stranger to these words,'You are the brightest light in my life'.

Hey, it seems that this little nai dog really misses himself. . .

"I will help you—"

As soon as he entered the door, Arthur closed the door and hurriedly reached out to support Aimo. I have to say that the 1.73 meter Aimo looks tall and slender like a bamboo pole, but the curve of the body is very graceful, not only very interesting, The visual inspection is at least 13 plus, and the meat is growing in the long rou. It seems that she also attaches great importance to body shaping, which is a rare good figure.

"No, thank you, I can do it by myself, I can use that vase..." Aymo walked carefully with crutches, walked into the living room, smiled and said with a finger.

"Okay, I'll get some water..." Arthur put down his bag first, then walked quickly over, picked up the bouquet and vase and walked into the kitchen. Aymo looked at Arthur's tall back and couldn't help but smile.

"I took a rest for the night. How do you feel today? Is it still painful?" Arthur walked back with the inserted bouquet and placed it among the table in the living room. He was very concerned and reached out to hold Aymo until she sat on the sofa. Later, he put the crutches aside, sat beside Aimo, and asked.

"It's okay not to move, the swelling is worse than yesterday, but the doctor said it is normal and the swelling will disappear in a few days." Aymo looked at Arthur and said with a smile.

"let me see--"

As he said, Arthur left the sofa, squatted down, and carefully held Aymo's cold white and thin feet, looked at the red and swollen ankles, looked up at Aymo, whose cheeks were red, and said: "I will bring you Here comes the special medicine of the mysterious ancient eastern country, specifically for this kind of sprain, wait a moment..."

Arthur reached for his briefcase, took out the safflower oil from it, and sat directly on the carpet, placed Aymo’s feet on his tui, opened the safflower oil, poured it on his hand, and rubbed it. Hand, began to apply MO massage carefully on Aimo's ankle.

Smelling the pungent odor, Aimo frowned slightly, feeling it, and seeing Arthur's focused appearance, her cheek suddenly felt a sudden rise in temperature.

At this time, Arthur has already begun to imagine. From ancient times to the present, the in-depth and meticulous depiction of women's jiao under the pens of many literati saoers has cast a "literary and artistic" veil on women's jiao.

Some people say that anyone who has seen a pair of beautiful Jiao is unforgettable in this life. Others say that the hand is a woman's transmission, and Jiao is often more exciting, denser and more intimate.

"Ahem... Alright?"

I don't know how long it has passed, a breath of aimei has diffused in the living room, his pretty face flushed, and the heartbeat Aimo lightly coughed and asked with a trembling voice.

"what?"

Arthur woke up and looked up at the embarrassing Aymo, and sneered embarrassingly: "Sorry, I'm a little distracted..."

As he said, Arthur put on slippers carefully for Aymo, then stood up from the carpet and sneered: "I'll wash my hands first."

Seeing Arthur's somewhat embarrassed back, Aymo snorted, clutching Hong CHUN, and smiled, okay, this little nai dog is really interesting. Thinking of my agitation before, I couldn't help but laughed at myself. It seemed that I was really too late for RI.

"How do you feel? Is it effective?" Arthur, who came back, sat directly beside Aimo, and asked Aimo with scorching eyes.

"Well, yes, it's very hot. I think it has a therapeutic effect. I didn't expect it, it's really amazing!" Aimo and Arthur looked at each other, UU read www.uukānshu.com with a sweet smile, but Aimo took the opportunity to look away from the scorching eyes that seemed to be real. To be honest, she was a little worried that the little nai dog could not restrain her emotions.

"If the effect is effective, apply MO again in the evening. I think this will speed up the recovery, cough and cough... I will leave first, and there will be another meeting. You have a good rest. You don't need to get up to send me off. I will go by myself. can..."

"Thank you, Arthur, thank you for everything you have done." Aymo remembered to stand up, but was stopped by Arthur's hand on her shoulder. He raised his face and looked at Arthur with a very sincere expression. Said.

"Hehe, we are friends, you are welcome, I have time to come and see you again, you can call me if you have any problems, or you can be bored." Arthur smiled mischievously and winked at Aymo.

"Haha, okay, then pay attention to your safety on the way, I won't get up to see you off." Aymo said softly with a smile.

"Well, I'm leaving." Arthur smiled slightly, picked up his briefcase, waved at Aymo, and walked away quickly. The moment Arthur closed the door, there was a sound in Arthur's mouth, and he could still hear it. , Really white, I don't know how KOU feels. . .