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.

young master live a better life, but also they could breathe a sigh of relief, and the head hanging on their neck could be stable for

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smoked a few cigarettes in the garden, lit some food, and

went downstairs and heard 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

that Jasmine came over, Lawrence picked up a rose and handed it to her. He said softly: "Jasmine, it was my fault just now. I apologize to you. Don't be angry. Forgive me, okay?

and took them. She smiled and

don't have to move out, do you? " Lawrence wanted to take the opportunity to get rid of her idea of moving out, but he didn't expect that this

and didn't know

lunch in front of her, what came to her

expensive. Just like the fried chicken and beer on the street in Berlin, those seemingly simple and

be of great use, but it didn't

best in everything. Even if she wanted to choose something else, he would not give

her what she liked to eat, the degree of hunger and so on. He would only give her the best thing he thought, but never ask her if she

She didn't like roses at all, and 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

had already begun to dislike and resist Lawrence from the bottom of her heart. No matter what he 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 like that between ordinary people, polite and respectful,

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

Red roses...

flowers on the table and threw them into the trash can