Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

After all, it was news about the woman he loved, and of course York Charlie was the first to know about it.

Given that this negative news even the video has spread all over the place, it can’t be solved for a while, this kind of thing is either to use another more explosive news to suppress the momentum of its spreading, or to wait for time to slowly fade away. But no matter what method is used, there is a need to wait.

And during this waiting time, York Charlie feels he needs to be there for her.

So he put off all his work, what he could give to someone else, what he couldn’t he could still make time for, it was just a bit of hard work at most. Anyway, he had decided to be there for Blanche Capra no matter what he did.

York Charlie smiled inwardly, she must have liked it that way, the detail orientated woman.

So just as Blanche Capra was lying in bed not wanting to move in any way, the doorbell to the house rang, once, twice, three times … Blanche Capra was already sleepy and confused, but it was really loud, so she reluctantly went to the door.

The first thing Blanche Capra did was to follow the cat’s eye on the door, and what she saw was a tall figure, wearing a long overcoat, broad-shouldered man, and this man was carrying a big bag in his hand. Blanche Capra was a bit confused, how come this man was built so much like York Charlie? Is it hard to get through the wrong door?

She wiped her misty eyes again, and went over to continue to look upwards at the man’s face: a head of thick, inky black, broken hair, dark, deep eyes looking faintly, the contours of his face are deep and cold, and those thin, lightly coloured lips …

Blanche Capra suddenly just opened the door and looked at him with wide eyes.

York Charlie found her look adorable, “How long has it been since you’ve seen me? Hmm?” There was an intoxicating gently upturned snort at the end.

Blanche Capra’s little heart fluttered as a tidal wave of love and sweetness roiled up, she blinked hard to hide her emotions and just smiled a shallow smile, “Sleeping blind.”

York Charlie enters and sets his things down before smiling and nodding, “Well, sleeping in the middle of the day.”

Blanche Capra let out a “hmmm” and rolled her eyes at him, “Yeah, well, unlike you, I’m a big loafer and have nothing better to do than sleep.”

York Charlie was amused by her.

Blanche Capra pushed him towards the door again, “Go away, leave me alone, I want to sleep!”

York Charlie was a little helpless and sighed, “Ugh, aren’t you hungry after all that sleep? Don’t want to eat?”

Blanche Capra really did feel hungry when he reminded her of this, and she wanted to eat something flavourful. She stole a glance at the shopping bag she had set aside and her mouth watered a little at the thought of York Charlie’s handiwork. She coughed a little unnaturally, “Then make me food and leave when you’re done, don’t disturb my sleep.”

York Charlie nodded readily enough.

With that settled, Blanche Capra immediately helped unpack the purchases, and seeing that there was her favourite fish and ribs, she was instantly delighted and her eyes lit up.

“I’m going to have the heavily flavoured ones.” She instructed turning to him gravely.

York Charlie couldn’t help himself, “Good, I didn’t realise you were so heavy.”

Blanche Capra didn’t blush, letting him twist her meaning any way he wanted, so with a cocky look on her face, she said, “That’s how I am! What’s wrong? You’re the one who came to make me food, so of course you’re going to do what I want!”

York Charlie stroked her somewhat fried hair, his eyes wide with laughter, “Well, as you wish!”

Blanche Capra just realized that she was a bit emotional and shouldn’t have been so excited, and somewhat unnaturally retracted the emotion on her face and escaped from under his palm again, her mouth saying coldly, “Do it quickly and cut the crap.”

York Charlie snickered in the back of his mind as he complied with the instructions and went about his business.

Although Blanche Capra said on her lips that she wanted York Charlie to cook for her, she herself still couldn t sit still, so she gave him a hand on the side, and by the way … secretly learnt a little.

Save your hands from eating people like this in the future. Blanche Capra thought silently.

York Charlie finished pouring the sauce of the last sweet and sour pork, smiled and asked her, “How is it, see will it be?”

Blanche Capra froze before realising that she was stealing the lesson with such obvious eyes, and said with a bit of a squirm, “You’re doing it so slow, I’m starving!” And again, self-consciously serving the last dish out, “You clean up, remember to leave later!”

York Charlie laughed bitterly, she was still thinking of driving him away?

York Charlie cleaned up the kitchen, and when he went out, he saw Blanche Capra sitting at the dining table, looking very satisfied and enjoying herself, with vegetable juice hanging from the corner of her mouth. He walked over to her and pulled out a napkin, bending down to hand it to her mouth.

Blanche Capra’s movements froze, but York Charlie’s fingers had already wiped the corners of her mouth with the napkin, and his cool face, warmed by the setting sun, leaned in close to her. blanche Capra wanted to step back, but York Charlie left before she could do so, and she felt a little bit lost and embarrassed, thinking that she was overthinking things. .

“Shouldn’t you be going?” She said finally glaring at him.

York Charlie looked at her helplessly, “Do you have to kick me out?” When he finished he sat down across from her in a wooden position, “I’ve been doing this for so long and I’m hungry.”

Blanche Capra quickly replied, “That’s fine, you can leave when you’re full!”

York Charlie could only laugh bitterly, and heard her add, in a tone of thought for him, “Just the thing to take the edge off.”

York Charlie then simply picked up the cutlery and stopped talking.

But by the time she had eaten her dinner, it was so dark that there was no light at all, and Blanche Capra had taken the initiative to wash the dishes for the sake of elimination, and returned to the living room to find York Charlie still sitting on the sofa.

Blanche Capra got anxious, “Where’s the promised walk? Why aren’t you leaving?”

York Charlie said innocently, “I feel sleepy and tired right now, can’t I get some rest?”

Blanche Capra gave him a blank stare, “You … are dragging your feet again and again, are you going to sleep right here later!”

York Charlie nodded his head in a serious manner, “That’s a great idea, but let’s wait until I’ve had a little rest!”

Blanche Capra was about to be pissed off at him, how did this make it sound like he had to think about it if he wanted to keep him overnight? She huffed and sat down on the other side of the couch, away from him, only to have her eyes drop out in the next moment!

All she saw was York Charlie nonchalantly pulling a laptop out of nowhere, and a few seconds later, that classic boot-up music started up.

Blanche Capra went over to take a look and saw that he was even reading the paperwork slowly, and instantly became so angry that she couldn’t even speak.

York Charlie noticed her fresh scented breath approaching next to him and turned his face sideways to look at her, his brow still slightly furrowed from the habitual movements he made while thinking, “What’s wrong?”

Only to see Blanche Capra’s cheeks puffed out slightly and her eyes glaring at him with great intensity.

York Charlie then laughed and simply reached out his long arm to wrap it around her waist, the distance between them shortening to zero, Blanche Capra was about to make a move when York Charlie crooked his head directly over her shoulder again, his mouth saying in a low tone, “Don’t move.”

Blanche Capra heard the exhaustion in his tone and quieted, but still resented the trickery and twisted slightly, but York Charlie’s other arm threw the computer around again and then circled expertly around her stomach.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

The two pressed closer together, and Blanche Capra felt his head still rubbing against her hair on her shoulder and then into the hollow of her shoulder, the slightly hard tips of his hair tickling her skin.

“York Charlie…” Blanche Capra called to him breathlessly. Her heart was melting into a puddle of water: shapeless, unfettered and flowing around: at his movements like this.