Trap me in your love

"Mark, what are you up to?" What Carl was confused about was who on earth was the person Mark said that he couldn't control himself! "I remember that you went to see Ken once when Jessie disappeared. I still remember that you told me at that time that Ken had agreed you to be with Jessie and hoped you to find her. Why did the Crimson Dragon Society turn to us again? Did Ken change his mind? "

"Of course not." Taking a sip of the wine in his glass, Mark said firmly, "the explosion of Mongolia is true, and the Crimson Dragon Society is fake."

"What?"

Looking at Carl's face, who seemed to be at a loss for words, Mark raised his head, drank up the wine in one gulp, put down the glass, stood up and put his hands in the bags. "Ask John to come back. Don't stay around women all day long. He can't even handle a woman. It's really shameful."

The corner of Carl's mouth twitched, and he rolled his eyes at Mark. He thought to himself, 'I don't know who has been looking for a woman for three years. You have the nerve to say that John can't handle a woman. So do you!'!

It's a case of the pot calling the kettle black.

Although Mark was in German, he had to worry about the industrial projects all over the world. With a smug smile, he went straight to a branch company in German.

In the car, he took out his phone and input a number that Nick had just found. Then he pressed the "send" button and said with a bright mood, "Sam, your lady will be back soon."

"Really? That's great. "

Raising his head, Sam looked at Mark in the rearview mirror excitedly. Not only Mark was happy, but also his men were happy.

Recalling the days after lady disappeared, it could be described as "darkness and helplessness". That day was extremely suffering.

a better life, but also they could breathe a sigh of relief, and the head hanging on their neck could be stable for a few days.

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smoked a few cigarettes in the garden, lit some food, and took them to his room

that a Michelin 3-star chef came, so I specially asked him to cook something. Come and have a try." Lawrence put the food on the table one by one, and took out a bottle of Lafite

that Jasmine came over, Lawrence picked up a rose and handed it to her. He said softly: "Jasmine, it was my fault just

front of her and took them. She smiled

wanted to take the opportunity to get rid of her idea of moving out, but he didn't expect that this time,

Jasmine was absent-minded and

to her mind was the street snack she had

was not a vain girl. She didn't like anything expensive. Just like the fried chicken and beer on the street in Berlin, those seemingly simple and cheap things could also make her feel very happy.

but it didn't mean

best in everything. Even if she wanted to choose something else, he

and so on. He would

she hated red roses more. She felt that the passion of red roses was not suitable for her at all. She preferred those little and unnoticeable flowers, such as jasmine, hibiscus, sunflower... Even the

did, she always felt that something was wrong, bad, and she didn't like him. However, no matter how hateful she was, she still kept a faint smile on her face. That smile was

Jasmine saw him disappear in the room, she breathed a sigh of relief, as if she was

Red roses...

on the table and threw