Chapter 106: She Can Still Shoot?
Seeing that Laurence is good-looking, she wanted to strike up a conversation with him a long time ago. She skipped class and came to sit with him in the morning. Even if she wanted to walk over, she was scared off by the coldness lingering around his body.
It wasn't until Monica came to the cafe that he showed his first smile of the day, and she was dumbfounded just now.
How could she not be tempted and jealous of Monica!
Thinking of the discussions about Monica on campus forums, few of them were positive. How could that girl bear him being cheated by Monica, so she stood up with a sense of justice.
She thought that Laurence would definitely listen to her, and no matter how bad she was, she should doubt it and wonder why she said that, but she didn't expect that Laurence didn't even look out of the corner of his eye. He looked at Monica intently, and said lightly: "Do you want me to throw her out?"
Monica has been surrounded by gossip and gossip all day long, but Laurence is a breath of fresh air.
She glanced at him with raised eyebrows, and said casually: "No need, she will go by herself."
Sure enough, the girl couldn't stand Laurence's attitude, and she fell down angrily: "It's true on the Internet, Monica is really a vixen!"
Monica didn't say anything, but Laurence's eyes immediately turned cold.
He looked at the girl and said coldly, "Apologize to her!"
Laurence's aura is not something ordinary people can bear, not to mention that she is just an ordinary student. When he glanced over, the girl cried out in fright, "Monica, I am sorry!"
Then she ran out of the cafe as if she had suffered a great shame.
Laurence frowned, but Monica held her hand: "Don't worry about it."
Eighty percent of little girls can't stand being forced to apologize to a girl by a man they like.
Laurence looked at her indifferent face, and a layer of frost gradually appeared in his eyes: "Is this the quality of the students in Oxford?"
Monica looked at him in surprise, not understanding that he was asking himself if she was being bullied in a disguised form, and smiled when she heard this: "No, only some people are of low quality, and it doesn't matter if they are from Oxford or not."
Laurence's eyes softened.
He looked at Monica who was looking down at the sky outside, wanted to say something but didn't say anything, Monica's hand on his hand hadn't been removed yet, he looked down and was slightly taken aback.
The left hand, which was as white as jade, didn't have any decorations, but on the index finger, there was a black tattoo of English letters that were neither long nor short, which looked strangely beautiful.
Monica seemed to feel his gaze, and she took the hand back without any surprise.
Only then did Laurence look away, he looked at Monica, and smiled softly: "The tattoo is beautiful, it matches you."
Monica waved her hand: "I was ignorant when I was a child, but I didn't bother to wash it off when I grew up, so I leave it there."
Laurence curled his lips noncommittally, and didn't ask any further questions, wanting to enjoy the moment with her: "Have something to drink."
Monica turned her head to look at him when she heard the words, seemed to think about it, and then slowly said: "I want to drink mocha."
Laurence looked at her when he heard the words. Her taste was always mild and bitter. This time she actually ordered mocha, but he didn't ask any further questions, just nodded and ordered the waiter to bring it.
Soon, the coffee was served, and he put Mocha in front of Monica, and asked casually, "Monica, why is there a callus on your left hand?"
The common hand of most people is the right hand, but Monica's right hand is very smooth, almost perfect, but there are a few imperceptible calluses on the left hand she covered her hand just now.
And the location is very special, it is on the side of the span and index finger.
Laurence's eyes grew darker.
This position can only be——
"It's from my shooting practice."
Gun cocoon.
The voice in his heart was revealed along with Monica's answer, Laurence raised his head and looked at Monica with more meaning in his eyes.
Unexpectedly, his fiancée could still shoot?
Monica was taking a small sip from her coffee cup, looking extremely calm, and didn't seem to think that what she said was anything serious.
Is it just normal shooting range training? But why is her skill so good?
It really made him curious and anxious.
She looked at Laurence's scrutinizing eyes, feeling a little wary in her heart.
This guy, shouldn't he be suspicious of her already?
She looked at her watch and counted the time. Austin and the others should come over to make up lessons, so she could get away quickly.
Speak of the devil. Monica just thought of Austin, when there was a loud "boss" from the door of the cafe.
There was no fluctuation in Monica's eyes. She picked up her bag and prepared to go upstairs. Before leaving, she said to Laurence, "Give them a glass of American style, they are too tired to study, so they can refresh themselves."
"It's still on my account." I don't know why no coffee was served that day, but Monica said this time specially: "Don't forget this time."
Laurence looked at her unhurried back, the rekindled jealousy in his eyes almost couldn't be hidden, he didn't respond to her, but slowly walked to the front desk and ordered lightly: "American style, six glasses. "
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