Chapter 459 Why can’t I support you with the money I earn myself?

"Why am I out of tune?"

Miss Shen stiffened her neck and argued with Assistant Yan.

"Why can't I raise a kitten with the money I earn myself? And she's easy to raise. I can feed her with just milk and bread!"

“Is this a matter of money?”

Yan Yi has never met such a troublesome artist before. It turns out that talented people have more special thinking circuits than ordinary people.

"First of all, she has no ID card or passport. How are you going to bring her back? Secondly, even if you do find a way to bring her back, have you ever thought about what public opinion will be like once the media finds out?"

Miss Shen shrank her neck and muttered,

"What does it look like?"

Yan Yi sneered,

"It could be your lost sister or your psychotic sister, or even your daughter or your lover."

"What!"

Ms. Shen was shocked by the media's lack of bottom line.

"Sisters and sisters are fine, but what the hell are daughters and lovers?!"

Yan Yi closed his eyes and took a deep breath and said in a deep voice,

"Anyway, this matter ends when we leave Rome. By then, regardless of whether her family finds her or not, you must stop caring about her."

"I don't."

Miss Shen leaned back in her chair, and her lively and angry expression suddenly calmed down. She half-closed her eyes and said calmly,

"If her family hasn't found her yet and I can't take her on a plane, I'll buy her a house in Rome and hire an aunt to take care of her. Then I'll find a way to bring her to the capital to live with me."

Yan Yi: ...

Shen Pianpian lowered his head, thinking of the girl's brown, clear and empty eyes, and murmured softly,

"I like her very much."

I think she must have been a very beautiful and wonderful girl before she became like this.

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Cheng Zhiyuan opened his eyes after waking up from a chaotic and hideous dream.

What caught my eye was the cabin ceiling covered with golden thorn flower wallpaper. Clear waves shone on the ceiling as the ship swayed slightly. Outside the window was a noisy crowd of people, and the Sicilian dialect they were talking and laughing in sounded as if it came from the other side of the world.

He blinked very slowly, and opened his eyes quickly at the moment when his black eyelashes crossed. His eyes were dark and clear, with a light steel blue deep and cold in the bottom of his eyes.

There was a knock on the door, and then two people walked in one after another.

"Mr. Cheng, it's time to change the medicine."

Cheng Zhiyuan sat up from the bed, the white quilt slid down, revealing his naked upper body. The beautiful and neat muscle lines were smoothed out by the sky, forming a smooth and extremely sexy arc. He reached behind him with an expressionless face and took off the white gauze that he had hastily dealt with yesterday and stuck on the wound.

The penetrating gunshot wound had only a clean bullet hole. The cut made with a knife when removing the bullet yesterday looked even more hideous with flesh and blood.

However, Cheng Zhiyuan had no expression on his face.

Yan Qi came over with a doctor. The doctors on this ship were all used to seeing mafia fights, so the wound was not surprising at all. Instead, they were even more surprised by the injured man's expression of being as if nothing had happened.

Although I'm used to seeing gunshot wounds, it's rare to see someone show no sign of pain at all.

He quickly applied medicine to the wound and re-bandaged it, then gave some instructions in Sicilian dialect not to touch water or do strenuous exercise before leaving.

Cheng Zhiyuan moved his other shoulder, grabbed his shirt, put it on casually, and got out of bed.

Looking out the window, the pearly, yet hellishly chaotic island had shrunk into a lush green.

The incredibly blue waters of the Mediterranean Sea are like a whole piece of clear crystal, and on the huge ships, people of all races are chatting and laughing happily.

Last night's blood and smoke were buried in the Sicilian night as the sun rose.