100m Yuan Wife: Buy One Get One

It was still early for dinner, and Anthony had been out all day today. Mrs. Kuhl was afraid that the two of them would be hungry, so she prepared cheese, snacks, and milk tea for them.

Mrs. Kuhl is a lovely and cheerful person, kind-hearted and enthusiastic. Seeing how thin Eleven is, she desperately urges her to eat. She wants to stuff all these snacks, cheese, milk tea and so on into her stomach.

It's hard to refuse such hospitality. Even though Shiyi doesn't like cheese and milk tea, he still eats a lot.

She changed from being cold and silent on the way back, and became lively, laughing, talkative, like a smart girl, which made Mr. and Mrs. Cool very happy. Mrs. Cool, the special one, showed off all the treasures she had. , even the photo album in the living room that they often looked at was introduced to Eleven with great affection.

Mr. and Mrs. Cool had a boy, and the children were already married. One year, the family of three went on vacation to Italy, and the plane crashed. The Kuhl family lost their son, daughter-in-law and grandson, leaving only the two elders. When Eleven looked at the energetic young man in the photo album, and then at Mrs. Kuhl's optimistic look, she felt a little uncomfortable.

She couldn't help but laugh at herself. Ever since Mo Ye's incident, she seemed to have some emotions, and she was also affected by the pain of outsiders. She didn't know whether it was happiness or sadness.

The two of them originally lived in a big city. After the death of their child, the two elders were afraid of being upset, so they came to this secluded village to start their lives again. From Mr. Kuhl's talk. Eleven learned that the Kuhl family owned a well-known cosmetics company that was very well run. Kuhl was the major shareholder. Even if the two elders did not have to do anything in their lives, they would be able to enjoy themselves for the rest of their lives. Fame and fortune were things they took lightly. Looking at the decoration and furnishings in the house, Shiyi knew that their family lived a very prosperous life.

Mr. Coole likes to play chess, and usually likes to play with Mrs. Coole, but he dislikes Mrs. Coole's poor skills and lack of brains. Ever since he found out that Anthony can play chess, he always drags him to play chess. .

The old man's wise eyes were full of satisfaction, and he sometimes praised Anthony's outstanding chess skills. He had been playing for decades, but he could only barely get a tie with him.

Shiyi and Mrs. Kuhl sat aside to watch the battle. She looked at Anthony's noble and beautiful artist-like hands and felt uneasy. She couldn't remember what Mo Ye's hands were like.

Her memory only stayed five years ago. It was very cold at night and she couldn't sleep. She had nothing to do in his arms. She often played with his hands. The man's fingers were also very slender and his hands were very beautiful. He had missed him. It’s really a shame not to play the piano.

Only five years ago, his hands looked a little thin, just like a beautiful woman, only beautiful. Unlike Anthony's hands, in addition to being beautiful, they also feel very powerful, as if they can hold up the sky for people.

very different.

He looked very attentive while playing chess, chatting with Mr. Kuhl from time to time, and occasionally interjecting words between the two women. He was also very talkative and loved to laugh, which pleased Mr. Kuhl very much.

"Xiaoqi, why did you come all the way here?" Mrs. Cool asked her curiously, "There are very few travelers here. Who are you looking for?"

Eleven remembered that she had gone along with the flow and agreed to what Mrs. Kuhl said to find someone. She got lost and said it was too late to change her mind now. She chuckled and said, "It's nothing. I left some things here and I'm here to retrieve them."

Five years ago, she accidentally left her heart and feelings here. The purpose of her coming here was just to get it back, not to be stupid for anyone anymore, and to be a calm Eleven again.

Ever since she learned about the relationship between Mo Ye and the old witch, Eleven knew that she couldn't kill him, even though she wanted to, but she couldn't. The old witch was cold-hearted and didn't care about anyone's life or death. But the Mo brothers are related to her by blood after all, and Suman... Suman and her are friends. She doesn't care if others fail her, but if others are kind to her, she can remember it for the rest of her life and tie a grass ring around it.

The old witch was very kind to her. Without her, she would have been beaten to death in the boxing ring, and she would have died of starvation long ago. She would not have the chance to grow up, nor would she have the chance to have so many relatives and friendships.

How could she be ungrateful and attack her relatives? No matter whether the old witch cared or not, she couldn't do it. No matter how Mo Ye treated her or hurt her.

The resentment in my heart may never go away.

The only thing she can do is to become strangers from now on, never knowing each other again, and completely cut off this complicated relationship, so she doesn't have to worry about anyone anymore.

While on the island, Cheng Anya seemed to see something. She said that without love, there is no hatred. As long as there is no love, there will be no feeling at all, just like an ordinary stranger.

"What was lost?" Anthony asked suddenly. His eyes were not looking at Eleven, but at the chessboard, but he was indeed asking her.

"I won't tell you." Eleven walked by with a smile. She discovered one thing. Smile is really a beautiful symbol. When she was Eleven, she could rarely smile.

But when she thought of herself as another person, it turned out to be easy to smile.

Even words that I would never say are easy to say, such as humor, coquettishness, and lively atmosphere... People are really strange.

"Then who are you looking for? The person who picked up your things?" Mrs. Cool asked curiously.

Eleven thought for a moment and smiled, "No, he's dead. He said he came here, but he just came to pay homage."

Antony wanted to move the king's hand, but paused and remained motionless for a few seconds. His long eyelashes covered his white face into a faint silhouette. Mr. Kuhl opposite thought he was thinking and didn't interrupt him.

However, the position for the next move is obvious. Is it necessary to think about it for so long?

Antony moved the king as if nothing had happened, taking the step he was destined to take.

Mrs. Kull continued to chat with Eleven, not asking about her background, but only asking about her interests and what she usually liked. Eleven told the truth, sometimes laughing like a bell. Mrs. Cool couldn't smile either.

When dinner time came, Mrs. Coole went to prepare dinner, and Mr. Coole went to help. Eleven got up and asked Mr. Coole to stay. She went to help, but Mrs. Coole refused, saying that there was no reason for the guests to take action.

Eleven had no choice but to give up.

When she turned around, she saw Anthony looking at her with burning eyes. He held his chin with one hand. His sky-blue eyes seemed to be deep and charming. He looked very elegant in any random pose, like a female killer.

Eleven twitched the corners of his lips, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You cook for the cooking?"

"Why wouldn't I."

"I thought you wouldn't."

"It seems your wisdom is not enough."

"It is indeed, otherwise it wouldn't be..." Anthony's voice stopped at the right time, and Eleven curled his lips. Without Mr. Kuhl and Mrs. Kull as a bridge, the atmosphere between the two of them was a bit strange.

"Xiao Qi, can you play chess? Let's have a game."

Eleven wanted to refuse. For some reason, she didn't like having too much contact with him, but when she saw the busy old couple in the kitchen, she gave up the idea and said cheerfully, "Okay."

They each played chess and started playing against each other.

"Are you telling the truth?" Anthony asked.

Eleven stared, "What's true?"

"Things were lost and people died." Anthony asked casually, his expression was indifferent, as if it was unintentional.

"Of course it's true." Eleven took a step forward, "What about you? Is it true that you are separated from your lover?"

"Absolutely true."

"It's hard to find someone in a world of ice and snow." Eleven didn't care whether he was true or not, and continued his words. He couldn't stay silent. This identity was very suitable for the lively atmosphere.

"It's okay." Anthony replied lightly, with a pleasant smile on his lips, as if he was enjoying playing chess with her.

For some reason, Eleven had a very strange feeling in her heart, as if... She tried hard to suppress this doubt.

"You're pretty good at chess."

"Don't be ridiculous, you clearly wanted me." Eleven rolled his eyes at him, "Only a fool can't see that."

She was not good at playing chess. The old witch required them to be versatile and proficient in everything that humans could do. However, human energy is limited after all, so how could they be proficient in everything.

"Well, I'm a fool, so I can't tell." Anthony said quietly.

eleven,"……"

What is this man talking about?

"Anthony, why are you taking the melancholy route?" Eleven joked with a smile. She didn't like the expression on his face at all. It seemed like self-deprecation, sarcasm, and regret...

Very complicated.

She likes simple things, one is one, two is two, and doesn't like things that are too complicated.

Anthony suddenly smiled evilly, held his chin with one hand, and made a very melancholy pose, which looked very much like the melancholy prince. "I heard that melancholy men can easily attract women."

Eleven smiled with a smile on his lips, "Who did you listen to?"

"It says so in the book."

Eleven was at a loss for words again, "The author of your book must have published it himself."

"You don't like it?"

"I don't like it at all."

"Then what kind of man do you like?"

"I like beautiful men." Eleven thought of a sentence that Ye Wei often said, and it was easy to use it.

Anthony was stunned for a moment, his eyes darkened, and his face was a little dark, as if he was angry, but gradually, the anger disappeared. Like beautiful men...beautiful men...

He is very beautiful.

Anthony touched his face, "Am I not beautiful?"

"No one I know is prettier than you."

"..."

Eleven suddenly felt a little happy, and gradually realized that there was something cute about this man.

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Sisters, please seek gold medals at the end of the month. Continue with Anthony and Xiaoqi.