The warm mug was in the palm of her hand, and Emma Watson realized that she had unconsciously walked to Michael Fassbenders house and was caught by him when he came out to take out the trash.
This is a small apartment that Michael Fassbender bought with his own money. Its not big or small, but its very warm. Every item is arranged by her and him together, but after this, it can only become a memory.
A tear fell, and Emma Watson bit her lip and looked down at the couples mug in her hand, with a sad smile on the corner of her mouth.
Michael Fassbender came out of the kitchen with a beautiful curved eye, smiling, and didnt see the flash of sadness and tears in Emma Watsons eyes. He sat next to Emma Watson without knowing anything, stretched out his arm and directly hugged Emma Watsons waist, and his gentle voice sounded in his ear: "Why are you here today? Didnt you say you wouldnt come recently?"
Emma Watson looked up at the mans handsome and gentle side face, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and his eyes were tightly staring at her. Her face was reflected in his pupils, as if she was the only one in his world.
He smiled, always like the most warm spring breeze in the world, melting people in it.
This is a completely different aura from Chris Hemsworth, but it is also the place she is most infatuated with.
Emma Watson quickly put away her sentimental emotions, lowered her head, and dared not look at him. Her low voice was decisive: "Michael Fassbender, lets break up."
As soon as the words came out, Michael Fassbenders eyebrows wrinkled, and his beautiful eyes became heavy. He stared at her side face for a while with deep eyes, reached out and touched her forehead to make sure she didnt have a fever, and then he spoke to himself inclusively: "Emma Watson, whats wrong with you? You dont have a fever."
"Im not joking." Emma Watson struggled to open his big hand that was hugging her waist, with anger in her eyebrows and eyes, and looked at him, very serious, "You have to understand, Im not joking with you, I want to break up with you, really and completely break up, do you understand?"
Now Michael Fassbender is really anxious. He grabbed Emma Watsons shoulders with a big hand, with disbelief in his tone, his eyes widened, and his pupils shrank: "Emma Watson, what do you mean, what did I do wrong? Do you want to break up?"
"No, you did very well, its my fault, I want to break up."
Emma Watsons tone was low, and she was very painful in her heart, but she had to do this for her father. She endured the pain in her heart, raised her face, and smiled coldly, with her fingers on Michael Fassbenders chest, showing disgust: "Michael Fassbender, dont you want to ask me why I want to break up with you? Then Ill tell you."
In Michael Fassbenders puzzled eyes, Emma Watsons small hand clenched, her knuckles turned blue and white, and her originally beautiful face bloomed with a smile that hurt both herself and others, like a rose. Her red lips opened slightly, and she said one word at a time: "First, you have no money, and second, Im tired of you!"
After that, Emma Watson stood up from the sofa all at once, turned her face away, and dared not look at Michael Fassbender. She was afraid that she would soften if she didnt pay attention. With her back to him, she could hear his heavy breathing, full of pain and reluctance.
But for her father, she could only be resolute, and she left without looking back. The high heels stepped on the silent space, which was particularly sharp, like a knife cutting Michael Fassbenders heart.
The air left Emma Watsons last sentence: "Oh, Michael Fassbender, dont pester me, or I will look down on you."
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The sky is dark, and the clouds are dense, as if the next second there will be lightning, strong winds, and heavy rain pouring down from the sky.
After coming out from Michael Fassbender, standing at the deserted crossroads, the cold air from the south invaded her internal organs, making her body very cold.
She hugged herself tightly with her arms, and Emma Watson squatted in front of her car for a long time and couldnt get up.
"Hello, can you help me find out where Chris Hemsworth is now?"
Although she was down and out, she could still use her original sisters. As soon as Emma Watson made such a call, she got a reply on the other end, "Mr. Rockefeller is now in the Golden Bamboo Garden of the Golden Club. Emma Watson, you also know what kind of place the Golden Club is. Dont rush in rashly, or you will suffer in the end."
"I know, thank you." Emma Watsons voice was low and astringent.
"No need to say thank you between us. I cant help much with your familys affairs. I can still help you with this little thing."
"Hmm." Emma Watson hung up the phone, looked at the gloomy weather, and seemed to have lost all her strength. She laughed lowly, with despair.
What kind of place is the Golden Club, Im afraid no one in New York City doesnt know. It closes during the day and is lively at night. But everyone knows that it is a place for human flesh trade, but no police dare to check it, let alone seal it up. This is because the big man behind the Golden Club is no one else but Chris Hemsworth, the eldest young master of the Rockefeller family.
Emma Watson walked into the Golden Club in the eyes of everyone who was either depressed or looking, and she knew why. Because women in the Golden Club are just one kind of existence: playthings!
Especially Emma Watson, who looks like a doll with a delicate face, exudes a unique mature and cold breath, which has an extra and fatal attraction in the eyes of the decadent people sitting in the Golden Club.
Tasting too much seafood, who doesnt want to taste some porridge and vegetables to change the taste.
Emma Watson ignored the eyes of a group of wolves, walked on high heels, concealed the sadness in her heart, and walked towards the direction of the elevator with a calm and calm manner, without any obstruction along the way.
The elevator just arrived, and as soon as Emma Watson walked in, a group of people came out from behind. The leader was wearing a well-fitted black suit, and the straight suit pants set off a pair of legs full of explosive power, with an aggressive taste.
As soon as he walked in, Emma Watson felt that the air in the elevator had become rarefied.
The man walked in and leaned lazily against the elevator. A pair of Danfeng eyes looked up lightly, looking up and down at Emma Watson. A person with a bit of eye color immediately stepped forward and smiled at Leonardo DiCaprio flatteringly: "Leonardo DiCaprio, this woman is quite good-looking."
"Hmm." Leonardo DiCaprio casually responded, his eyes slightly raised, his lips slightly raised, and his fingertips slightly hooked towards Emma Watson, smiling towards her like calling a pet, carelessly. His voice was low and deep: "Come over here."
Emma Watsons eyes were cold and calm, and she calmly and calmly hooked her lips towards her; "Im sorry, Im not a nightclub lady."
She knew who the other party was, the seventh child of the Gu family, and also the only son of the Gu family. He was romantic, but she didnt expect to hit her.
Leonardo DiCaprio, who had never been rejected before, had a chill at the bottom of his eyes, and his lips raised a touch of sarcasm: "Either you come over, or Ill catch you, you choose."
The elevator was quiet because of the existence of Leonardo DiCaprio. Even if it was a normal tone of voice, his cold words still fell into Emma Watsons ears one by one.
Although Emma Watson had never seen Leonardo DiCaprio before, she knew his temperament and liked gentle women. Now he doesnt know her identity and treats her as a nightclub lady. If she resists, he probably wont be interested.
So, Emma Watson still smiled calmly: "Leonardo DiCaprio, I said, Im not a nightclub lady."
The elevator was lit with dim yellow lights, shining on the two people, and there was a different kind of temptation in this small space. He lazily looked at Emma Watson, with a disdainful look in his eyes, but his body took the initiative to press towards Emma Watson.
I dont know whether he did it on purpose or not, but he glanced at her eyes casually, and the rest were playful. His actions were coquettish, and he enclosed most of her body into his arms, and his lips were raised, and his voice was low and dumb: "Be good, tell me, what is your stage number?"
Emma Watson admitted that such a man was something she had never seen before, and he was also very tempting. She was disturbed by his willfulness for three points of her mind, but when she heard his words, she immediately recalled her mind.
She raised the corners of her mouth and smiled, just like him, with a smile that was not a smile: "Leonardo DiCaprio, cant you understand what Im saying?"
"Ah." Leonardo DiCaprio couldnt help but laugh, staring at her face with a pair of eyes, reaching out and touching her delicate face gently, "A good girl wont argue with me so much at this time."
"Woman." Leonardo DiCaprios voice was pleasant, and he chuckled slowly, with a unique and unruly manner, "Be good, my patience is limited."
The voice was as gentle as a whisper to a lover, but the warning in the words was full, and the lazy atmosphere wrapped around her.
She spread her hands, showing a helpless look, and her innocent eyes were shining with innocence, "Im really not."
"Boring."
Leonardo DiCaprios eyes suddenly turned, with disgust and coldness, and he retreated from Emma Watson, reaching out to flick the dust that didnt exist, and his eyes were indifferent.
"Ding Dong", the elevator reached the floor that Leonardo DiCaprio was going to, and he didnt even look at Emma Watson, stepped out, and the people behind him also followed out one after another, and there were still some idle words such as ungrateful in their words.
The door was closed again, and the calmness on Emma Watsons face suddenly changed to the panic after the disaster. She stepped back and leaned against the wall of the elevator, breathing heavily.
It seems that she used the right strategy. If Leonardo DiCaprio doesnt like this set, she really doesnt know what to do.
The elevator opened again, and Emma Watson sorted out her emotions, held her head high, and walked out with a calm pace.
The top floor of the Golden Club is divided into four rooms, namely the Mei Garden, the Orchid Garden, the Bamboo Garden, and the Chrysanthemum Garden. Each private room is not open to the public and is used by the upper-class figures in New York City, including Chris Hemsworth.
At this moment, he was leaning lazily on the sofa, holding a petite woman in his arms. Her limbs were soft and collapsed in Chris Hemsworths arms. Her beautiful eyes were still a bit hazy, as if tears would fall in the next second, but she didnt want to let go of the hand around Chris Hemsworths neck, and her body involuntarily stuck to Chris Hemsworths strong and masculine body.
Plus Chris Hemsworths hand that kept wandering on the woman in his arms, people dont need to think with their brains to know what happened in this private room just now.
Seeing the figure in front of him, Chris Hemsworth squinted carelessly and sneered: "Ah, you are also very powerful, and you actually found such a place."
Looking at the woman with a sweet smile in Chris Hemsworths arms, Emma Watson suddenly felt insulted, but she couldnt say anything. Her small hand clenched tightly, her lips pursed, and her eyes were full of pleading: "Mr. Rockefeller, I have broken up with Michael Fassbender. Can you help me now?"
"Did you break up with your boyfriend?" The beautiful thin lips curved into a smile that seemed to be laughing but not laughing, and his slender fingers buckled the red wine glass, knocking it from time to time, facing Emma Watsons pleading eyes, he suddenly laughed, "What does it have to do with me if you break up with your boyfriend?"
Hearing this, Emma Watson became anxious. But she tried to control her emotions and didnt step forward. She smiled silently: "Mr. Rockefeller, didnt you mean that in the villa?"
"Is that so?" Chris Hemsworths raised mouth carried a touch of sarcasm. He raised his eyes and hooked his fingers, and Emma Watson obediently stepped forward.
His slender fingers picked up her chin, and he looked down and smiled thinly, "Ah, when did I say that if you break up, I will help you? From beginning to end, its just you being sentimental..."