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

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Lawrence smoked a few cigarettes in the garden,

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 had been served for 65 years. Of course, it was a

and handed it to her. He said softly: "Jasmine, it was my fault just now. I apologize to you. Don't be

roses in front of her and took them. She smiled and said, "I'm not

to get rid of her idea of moving out, but he didn't expect that this time, Jasmine was

Jasmine was absent-minded and

what came to her mind was the street snack she

vain girl. She didn't like anything expensive. Just like the fried chicken and beer on the street in Berlin, those

it didn't

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

today's meal, he would not ask her what she liked to eat, the degree of hunger and so on.

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 as jasmine, hibiscus, sunflower... Even the wild flowers picked randomly on the street were stronger than the bunch of red roses in front of her now.

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

in the room, she breathed

Red roses...

picked up the flowers on the table and threw them into the trash can without