Chapter 273

Rebecca couldn't help laughing. She stroked / touched the little guy's shaggy skirt, and the volume was a slow mockery. "Our little witch was used by the witch, deceived by Marcel, manipulated by Elijah, threatened by Klaus,... It has to be said that she is a modern version of Casco girl."

Bai Lu looked at her quietly, with an inexplicable sadness and love. Rebecca was not another Casco girl, "are you talking about Davina or yourself?"

The little guy climbed onto Rebecca's shoulder and sat on it. The little fat hand waved at Klaus's father. Rebecca was a little angry and pulled people back and threw them back to Bailu. She knew that she was good with that bastard Klaus. It was really his kind, "does it matter?"

Rebecca's rhetorical question has always been very direct. Bailu shrugged. Rebecca looked at Klaus's direction and leaned close to her and lowered her voice. "Bailu, anyway, we girls must be in the same camp."

Bai Lu nodded silently. The little guy glanced at Rebecca and felt an impulse to sigh. Aunt Rebecca just refused to give up.

When Sabin found Sophie, she was pestering a man to do / love to do. The war was getting better and better. She calmly stepped forward and poked Sophie on the shoulder. Sabin was very polite, "sorry to disturb."

Sophie patted the handsome man's face and helplessly blew a kiss. The man seemed to be very sensible. He grabbed his clothes and left.

Sophie leaned against her desk. Sabin scolded her silently, "Hey, I called your cell phone for more than an hour!"

Sophie smiled innocently, with an inexplicable ruddy face. She was a witch with good energy. "Sorry, I'm busy, you saw it... I thought you would understand it."

Sabin reluctantly went up and helped Sophie put on her coat. Her facial features were helpless care, like a considerate friend, "Sophie, it's no use for you to paralyze yourself and escape yourself. You've been so confused since Agnes died. You can't..."

Sophie pushed her away, grabbed a bottle of wine and laughed mockingly. When the elder died, their hope became smaller and smaller, "can't you blame me? I don't seem to have much to do recently, except to have fun occasionally... "