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How indifferent is Tink Pori?

When he was in a fight with a group of people, he was so bloody that he almost went blind in one eye. When Tink Pori saw him, he said something coldly that he still remembers.

"No good!"

Instead of standing up for him, Tink Pori threw him into a devil's camp where he was trained for six months by those non-human and non-ghost instructors.

After half a year, he came out and took care of the group himself.

But now Tink Pori has taken it upon himself to kill the person who said bad things about Clara Ocean.

His attitude towards Clara Ocean is unusual in many ways.

Tink Pori gives Feng a cool look. "Do you know what kind of person I am?"

Even if Feng Fan knew, he dared not say it in front of Tink Pori.

It's just...

Feng Fan couldn't bear to watch, "Brother, you always do these things behind the back, Clara Ocean herself didn't know and wouldn't remember you."

"I don't need it."

Tink Pori doesn't do these things for Clara Ocean's reward.

Rough fingers rub the elbow socket where Clara Ocean's blood was once infused.

The thought of Clara Ocean's blood running through his body raises a wonderful feeling in Tink Pori's heart, and oddly enough, he doesn't hate it.

Every time he sees Clara Ocean being bullied, he can't help but fight.

Tink Pori doesn't understand why, but he doesn't hate the feeling.

Feng Fan looked at Tink Pori and saw three words above his head that did not fit his image very well.

【 Good old man 】

Doing things for nothing is simply not Tink Pori's style.

In particular, it was the first time Feng had ever seen Tink Pori show such devotion to a woman.

Feng Fan had a bad feeling, "Brother, please don't tell me you have the wrong idea about Clara Ocean."

The wrong idea.

Tink Pori's deep pupils gleamed with hunter's brilliance. "Can't you?"

The Don of the Imperial capital pressed him, and kept sending him women.

Since you can marry anyone, why not marry someone who looks good to you?

Feng Fan: "..."

He really wanted to give himself a slap in the face, nothing more?

...

Clara Ocean didn't expect Aaron Willo to ask her out until he came to visit the Ocean family. But a few days later, she got a call from Aaron Willo.

Today, the sun is calm, and Clara Ocean is sitting in a bassinet chair in the garden, wrapped in vines, feeling the breeze.

Du LAN had the rattan chair installed to her liking.

When she was Duran's daughter, she was really nice to her, so nice that she thought she had the best mother in the world.

As a result, after her birth, she was very greedy for Du LAN's warmth and did not want to see her disappointed eyes, so she tried to please her and Joy Ocean.

Unfortunately, Du LAN is too important blood relationship, they will never return to the past, only tit for tat and each other calculation.

A cell phone rings next to her. Clara Ocean doesn't want to answer it, but as she hears familiar footsteps behind her, she picks up the phone with a crook of lip.

"Hi, brother Aaron, is that you?"

Aaron Willo was in a bad mood when he called Clara Ocean. "Why didn't you answer the phone?" he asked in a subdued voice.

"I was asleep when I heard my cell phone ringing and thought it was hallucination, but it was really you calling."

Clara Ocean's voice was pleasantly surprised, but soon she asked cautiously, "Brother Aaron, you're not mad because I didn't answer your call, are you?I didn't mean to."

Aaron Willo relishes Clara Ocean's humble ingratiation.

That's the kind of girl who's easy to control.

Aaron Willo's voice was impossibly gentle: "Stupid, how could I be angry over such a little thing?"

One of his fools almost made Clara Ocean throw up her overnight meal.

It was absolutely disgusting.

How did she not see that Aaron Willo was such a gross person before?

Clara Ocean tried to beat down the queasy feeling by beating her chest. "That's good."

Aaron Willo asked, "Are you free lately?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

"Let's meet tomorrow afternoon at the cafe in the mall!"

"No problem, Skywing Cafe in the Mall. Be there or be square at two o 'clock."

Clara Ocean was meant to be said to the person behind you.

Joy Ocean went to Clara Ocean to help her with the lyrics, but she had an unexpected bonus.

Clara Ocean turned around and saw Joy Ocean and wondered, "Joy, when were you standing there?"

Joy Ocean trotted over and asked curiously, "I've just come down, sister. Who were you talking to on the phone?"

"Aaron Willo."

"Oh."

Sure enough, it was Aaron Willo.

Skywing Cafe, tomorrow at 2 p.m.

She's not going to let Clara Ocean marry into the Chins!

Clara Ocean saw Joy Ocean's plan as she wished. She smiled and asked, "Joy, what do you want with me?"

"Oh, I want my sister to help me with this lyric."

Wang Ying was very serious in class. Joy Ocean was a little afraid of her and wanted to make a good impression, so she went over the basic song and told Wang Ying she had learned it.

In fact, she didn't understand a lot of things.

'Yes,' she said.

Clara Ocean brings the score.

There were easier and quicker ways she could have helped Joy Ocean follow the lyrics, but she deliberately took too many twists and turns to confuse Joy Ocean.

Clara Ocean had a hard time pushing Joy Ocean out, so how was it possible to let her crawl on top of her and suck blood?

By the time Clara Ocean finished talking, it was dark and Joy Ocean was almost asleep.

Clara Ocean asked, "Joy, did you learn how to sing this line?"

Joy Ocean didn't understand a word. She nodded wearily and said, "Yes."

Clara Ocean's speech was even more obscure than Wang Ying's.

"Well," she said.

Clara Ocean gave her back the music and got up. "It's getting late. Let's go in and eat."

Joy Ocean leaves with Clara Ocean, and before she leaves, she takes a look at the rattan chair. "Sister seems to love sitting in the cradle chair."

Almost every day, Joy Ocean would see Clara Ocean sitting in that rattan chair.

"Well, Mom made it for me," she said.

"That took root and sprouted in Joy Ocean.

She came home for a few days, Duran was very, very nice to her, kind as if in a dream.But she knew that all this was based on the fact that she was her own daughter.

What about when she thought Clara Ocean was her daughter?

Was she as good to Clara Ocean as she was to her?

Joy Ocean looked at Clara Ocean's back and hated that she had loved her for twenty years.

There was a stone bench in front of Clara Ocean, and a wicked idea came into her mind.

She slowly held out her hand...