Chapter 267

New Orleans became lively because of the celebration. The streets were full of people. Rebecca walked through the streets alone.

Rebecca seemed a little loose. The celebration was because of her existence. Her hands picked all kinds of dresses one by one, and her tone was disgusted, "ugly! Mediocrity! Dull It's so ugly! "

A man suddenly appeared behind Rebecca. Marcel looked at his face. It seemed that his little devil was really in a bad mood and smiled, "Dear Rebecca, are you talking about clothes? Or something else. "

Marcel looked at her quietly and let her pick one by one. Then, she threw one by one. Rebecca laughed mockingly. Marcel had this personality since childhood. He would not object, but he would never agree with such a seemingly moderate man, "why do you ask? Do you still lack a sense of security? This festival can be said that because of my creation, I am certainly qualified to choose the best... I need the most perfect clothes, don't bother me! "

Marcel frowned and followed her at a distance. Rebecca felt that he was sincere and hypocritical. What else did he want to say and explain? Or hide, "don't touch me. You've made a choice, Marcel. You've become Klaus's best friend again. You've given up your right to touch me."

Marcel reached out and seemed to want to grasp Rebecca's wrist. The next moment, the cell phone rang.

Rebecca broke away from Marcel's sight and went to the store to choose a dress.

Marcel picked up his cell phone, his eyebrows were wrinkling, his tone became a little worried and changed several times. Finally, he put his cell phone back to Rebecca.

Rebecca glanced at him, neither cold nor light.

Marcel grabbed Rebecca's hand and opened her mouth reluctantly. They're going to have an accident again. There's always a problem in one link, out of control and eager to try at any time, "Hey, honey... Guess who called?"

Rebecca looked at Marcel and felt something wrong with his look. She turned around and left her beautiful dress alone for the time being, "what's the matter? What happened? "

Marcel sighed, grabbed his hair and smiled bitterly. If Klaus knew, it was estimated that the celebration in the evening would become a mourning meeting. "The situation has become complicated. We had a little problem. Our domestic bird escaped from the cage. She seems to be very angry and asked for help..."

Bird? Where did the bird come from?? Or angry birds???

——It's incredible that Davina, the damned little witch, ran away alone. It's really an occasion on such a great celebration day. Her brother Klaus will be angry?!