Veronica lifted up Joe Butran's chin, and the corners of her mouth formed a beautiful arc.
The beauty mole under her left eye makes Veronica look even more charming.
Every frown and smile touched Jobtran's heart.
"Although you have extensive knowledge, it seems that you lack practical experience?"
Veronica said softly,
"Would you like me, your sister, to teach you a lesson?"
Joe Butran didn't dare to look directly into Veronica's seductive eyes, so he turned his head away stubbornly.
"Watch your attitude. I am your leader."
"So what? Once the door is locked, there will only be space for you and me, right?"
Looking at Jobtran's handsome face, Veronica held his cheek.
At this moment, the room is full of spring scenery, with only the beautiful woman and the handsome young man alone.
Ross didn't know what was going on between the two people in the room. When Ross re-entered the room, he saw Joe Butran pretending to look through documents seriously, but his messy clothes and the lip print on his neck revealed that perhaps things were not simple.
Veronica covered her mouth and left the room. She had already agreed to Jobtran's errand.
This is why Veronica appears as a job applicant at Einstar's house.
Veronica poisoned Jobtran's heart, a poison called desire.
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"Kichlov, you are so slow, hurry up."
Effie jogged all the way and ran ahead of Ketchlov.
Before he received his new identity, Ketchev had no place to settle down, so he temporarily lived in Effie's house.
Ketchev withdrew some gold marks from the Secret Society's anonymous bank account as payment for accommodation.
Mrs. Michelle smiled from ear to ear after receiving the money. Her original words at the time were:
"Oh, at least you are a conscientious fellow, and the broad-minded Mrs. Michelle will accept this lovely gold mark."
If it weren't for the gold mark symbol flashing in Mrs. Michel's eyes and the hand she stretched out, just looking at her righteous attitude, one might think that this was a gift from Ketchev to honor her.
Ketchlov's old injuries had almost healed, and the only remaining injuries were the external injuries from the day he carried Effie to the pharmacy.
It must be mentioned that the Ziyun ointment prepared by Mrs. Michelle is surprisingly effective.
In just three days, the wound showed no signs of inflammation and had already scabbed over.
Apart from some pain in his left leg, Kercherov was able to get through the other injuries by gritting his teeth and they were not worth mentioning at all.
Today, Ketchev went out shopping with Effie.
This is also an action that Mrs. Michelle tacitly permitted.
Regarding Effie's accidental coma that day, Ketchev tried to sound out Mrs. Michelle.
Judging from Mrs. Michelle's reaction at the time, she seemed to have encountered such a situation more than once.
The formula of the potion poured on Effie's head at that time was obviously not a product of temporary conception, but a formula born after precise calculation.
When Ketchlov asked about this, Mrs. Michel gave a mysterious answer that was incomprehensible.
"When you look for them, they are already looking at you. Don't be too curious, young man."
This sentence dispelled Kercherov's desire to delve deeper.
"Kechlov!" Effie put her hands on her hips and complained to the slow Kechlov.
When Ketchlov saw Effie's appearance, he couldn't help laughing and walked up to pinch Effie's puffy little face.
"You look just as angry as the frogs in those bottles of alcohol that Mrs. Michelle has."
"Ah, is it really that ugly?" Effie asked innocently.
"No, no, I was just kidding," Ketchev responded.
Effie pouted and whispered, "Humph, you only know how to bully me."
There was a noisy sound not far away, which came from the Concert Hall Square.
Effie's attention was attracted by the sound over there, so she took Ketchlov's hand and walked over there.
"Let's go and join in the fun."
Kechilov was helplessly led by Effie to the front row of the crowd.
"Hey, what are you looking at?" Effie asked someone else.
"Tickets for the Munihe Music Festival are now available for reservation! They only cost five gold marks each! This is a major event that happens only once every three years. Countless tourists will come to our city to enjoy this musical feast."
"Ah. Five gold marks are so much?" Effie responded disappointedly.
Even when I went out to buy groceries today, Mrs. Michelle only gave me two gold marks, and that was including Ketchev's money.
"Of course. Many internationally renowned music masters will participate in the performance. And it is said that this year's master who shocked the literary world will also be there."
The passerby said excitedly.
"Which literary master?" Effie asked curiously.
"Master Nietzsche is a famous linguist, philosopher, poet, cultural critic and composer in our country."②
"Oh my God, is it the master Nietzsche who wrote "The Birth of Tragedy"? "Effie asked in surprise.
"Yeah, so five gold marks are definitely worth the money."
Ketchlov patted Effie's shoulder and leaned over to Effie's ear.
"Hey, if you want to see it, I can take you in."
Effie covered her mouth in surprise, looked around furtively, and asked in a deliberately low voice,
"Really?"
Ketchev looked at the lovely Effie lovingly and stroked her hair.
"Really? I know someone in the concert hall. Can I take you backstage?"
After hearing this, Effie's eyes lit up and she said excitedly,
“Then can I ask those musicians and artists for their autographs?”
"Of course." Ketchlov raised his eyebrows.
"Oh my God, Ketchlov, you are awesome!" Effie jumped up excitedly, hugged Ketchlov with both hands, and gently left a kiss on Ketchlov's face.
Ketchlov was so overwhelmed by Effie's sudden attack that his ears turned red with embarrassment.
In Ketchev's senses, the world became quiet and he could only hear his own heartbeat, which was pounding faster and faster.
The whole world seemed to have entered black and white, and only the girl in front of him, Effie, was dazzling.
At this moment, Ketchev realized that he had unconsciously fallen in love with the girl in front of him.
It was not the previous possessive desire, nor was it the unbridled bestiality of the yellow-robed believers, but rather a love from the bottom of the heart.
An absurd idea flashed through Ketchlov's mind.
"If it's for you, what's the harm in letting me betray the world?"