I Am a Nobleman in England

Chapter 212 Strike while the iron is hot

The memory of taste is very long-lasting. After eating all the delicacies, if it is just food, it may be a little bland and lack of aftertaste. It must be eaten to bring out some human taste and affection.

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

As the butter hot pot is soaked for a long time, the taste of the hot pot will become more and more fragrant, and the meat will become more delicious as it is cooked.

Satisfied with wine and food, and a bottle of flying sky bottomed out, Arthur was already drunk at this time, perhaps because of the familiar atmosphere, familiar smell, and familiar voice, which made him very comfortable and comfortable, and also made his The drunkenness became more and more intense.

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

"call--"

In the early morning, Arthur opened his sleepy eyes and saw the bright sunlight coming in through the cracks in the curtains. He couldn't help but let out a breath full of alcoholic breath. Looking at this ray of sunshine, he couldn't help but feel that God loves him. The feeling of special care, feeling that life is really incredible, and thinking that there are really many possibilities in life.

"Ok?"

Arthur was in a daze for a while, then shook his dizzy head, sat up, rubbed his cheeks with his hands, lifted the quilt and got off the ground, stretched out his hand to press the call bell at the wound, and left Into the bathroom.

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

The sumptuous breakfast on the table in the dining room has been set, and after ironing, a very flat newspaper has also been placed in a corner of the table. Of course, the ironing of the newspaper is not to pretend to be aristocratic, but to kill the newspaper Germs on it, while drying the ink in the paper so you don't get your fingers dirty after reading the paper.

"Wow--"

After Arthur sat down, he picked up the "Times" and unfolded it. He quickly browsed the headlines of each page. The market will remain extremely low, and Asian stock markets rose across the board. Afterwards, the Bank of England also reported that it will keep the benchmark interest rate unchanged at 0.5% this morning.

He knew that he had talked with Smith Jama before, and the content of the prediction,

It has become a reality. The Bank of England's interest rate resolution will not only set off a huge wave in the foreign exchange market, but will also push up the price of gold.

"Today is a beautiful day!"

I can make money again! Closing the financial page, the corners of Arthur's mouth turned up, and he muttered happily to himself, put the newspaper aside, and began to enjoy his breakfast.

After breakfast, Arthur checked the time and sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in no hurry, drinking black tea while flipping through the newspaper, as if he was waiting for something.

Even if the British stock market rose at the opening and gold rose as expected, he didn't rush to the investment company, looking at those lovely, beating numbers, and experiencing the joy of making money lying down.

It wasn't until 9 o'clock that Arthur picked up his mobile phone and called Aimo Alamuddin. After a greeting, Arthur told Aimo that he was going to give her a magical medicine. Under his refusal and his insistence, Arthur got the good news that Aimo was at home alone, hung up the phone without saying a word and rushed to the apartment where the beauty lived.

"Ding dong—"

"coming..."

Arthur, who was standing at the door, faintly heard Aymo's shout and the sound of heavy objects hitting the floor, and couldn't help but frowned slightly.

"Crack——"

The door opened, and Arthur saw Aymo wearing a white sweater, a pair of black slacks, a pair of slippers, leaning on crutches, with light makeup on his face, and a black shawl and curly hair tied into a ponytail. Show a sunny smile.

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

Arthur held a bouquet of pink awakening roses, pink lisianthus, and valentine grass in front of Aimo, with the corners of his mouth raised, and Aimo's bright eyes with a sweet smile looked at the bouquet in front of him, There was a flash of splendor, and she leaned forward to smell it, her beautiful eyes smiled, and she said softly: "Thank you, but..."

Seeing Aymo gesturing to the crutches under his arms, Arthur hurriedly said, "Sorry."

"Hehe, come in." Ai Mo smiled sweetly, stepped aside, and let Arthur enter the door. The eyes looking at Arthur in her beautiful eyes were even more inexplicable, pink roses and pink bellflowers, Aymo is no stranger to the words, 'You are the brightest light in my life'.

Tsk tsk, it seems that this little nai dog really misses herself. . .

"I'll help you—"

As soon as he entered the door, after Arthur closed the door, he quickly reached out to support Aimo. It has to be said that Aimo, who is 1.73 meters tall, looks tall and slender like a bamboo pole, but the curves of his body are very graceful, not only very predictable, Visually, it is at least thirteen plus, and the flesh is growing where it should be. It seems that she usually attaches great importance to body shaping, and she has a rare good figure.

"No, thank you, I can do it myself, just use that vase..." Aymo leaned on his crutches and walked forward carefully. After entering the living room, he smiled and stretched out his finger and said.

"Okay, I'm going to pack some water..." Arthur put down his bag first, then walked over quickly, picked up the bouquet and vase and walked into the kitchen. Aimo couldn't help smiling when he saw Arthur's tall back.

"After a night of rest, how do you feel today? Is it still hurting?" Arthur came back with the arranged bouquet and placed it in the middle of the table in the living room. He was very concerned and reached out to support Aimo, waiting for her to sit on the sofa Finally, he put his crutches aside, sat beside Aymo, and asked.

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

"let me see--"

Saying that, Arthur left the sofa, squatted down, carefully held Aimo's cold white and slender feet, looked at the red and swollen ankles, raised his head and looked at Aimo with red cheeks and said, "I'll bring you Here comes the special medicine from the mysterious ancient oriental country, specially for this kind of sprain, just wait a moment..."

Arthur reached for his briefcase, took out the safflower oil from it, sat directly on the carpet, put Aimo's feet on his legs, opened the safflower oil, poured it on his hands, and rubbed it Hands, began to carefully massage MO on Aimo's ankle.

Smelling the pungent smell, Aymo frowned slightly, feeling, and seeing Arthur's focused look, she suddenly felt a sudden temperature rise on her cheeks.

At this time, Arthur has already started to imagine. From ancient times to the present, the in-depth and detailed descriptions of women's jiao in the pens of many literati sao have cast a layer of "literary" veil on women's jiao.

Some people say that once you see a pair of beautiful feet, you will never forget them in your life. Others say that hands are a woman's token of affection, while hands are often more exciting, intimate, and intimate.

"Ahem... almost?"

I don't know how long it took, and there was an air of aimei in the living room. Ai Mo, whose pretty face was flushed and her heartbeat was disordered, coughed twice, and asked in a trembling voice.

"what?"

Arthur woke up with a start, looked up at the shy Aimo, and smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, I'm a little distracted..."

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

Seeing Arthur's somewhat embarrassed back, with a poof, Aymo covered the red Chun and smiled coquettishly, well, this little nai dog is really interesting. Thinking of my restlessness before, I couldn't help laughing at myself, it seemed that I was really too late.

"How do you feel? Is there any effect?" Arthur came back and sat next to Aymo, looking at Aymo with burning eyes and asked.

"Well, yes, it's very hot. I think it has a therapeutic effect. Unexpectedly, it's really amazing!" Aimo and Arthur looked at each other, and smiled sweetly, but for the burning eyes that seemed to be real, Aymo still took the opportunity to look away. To be honest, she was a little worried that the puppy could not restrain her emotions.

"It's good if it works, apply MO again at night, I think it will speed up the recovery, ahem... I'm leaving first, there is another meeting to be held, you have a good rest, don't get up to see me off, I will go by myself can..."

"Thank you, Arthur, thank you for everything you have done." Aimo wanted to get up, but was stopped by Arthur's hand on her shoulder, and looked up at Arthur with a very sincere expression Said.

"Hehe, we're friends, you're welcome, I'll come and see you when I have time, you can call me if you need anything, even if you're bored." Arthur smiled mischievously and winked at Aymo.

"Hehe, okay, then you should pay attention to safety on the road, I won't get up to see you off." Aymo said softly with a smile like a flower.

"Well, I'm leaving." Arthur smiled slightly, picked up his briefcase, waved at Aymo, and left quickly. The moment the door closed, Arthur clicked his tongue, which could still be heard vaguely , It's so white, I don't know how KOU feels. . .

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