Only you in my love

Chapter 258 Leon Is Coming

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The bright sunshine shone through the floor to ceiling glass in the spacious waiting hall. The

international airport of Spring City was built not far from the sea. There was a breeze from time to time,

with a little salty sea wind.

In the sparse crowd, a 1.58 meter young girl was eating ice-cream with her head down. Next to her was

a man who was dragging a suitcase, looking like a slovenly uncle.

His fluffy hair was a little long, and the wind was blowing his hair, and his hair was messy. Her beard

was not shaved There was a floral shirt outside his white short sleeve, and light gray men's straight Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

shorts, which just covered his knees.

The man was 1.8 meter tall, and the little girl was less than 1.6 meter tall. When they walked together,

they looked like beauties and beasts, but strangely harmonious.

The passers-by looked back frequently.

The two of them stopped. Paul took the air ticket out of his pocket and put it into Michelle's hand. Paul

said in a hoarse voice, "Little disciple, you can wait for the plane here by yourself. You can check in

when it's time. I have something important to do, so I won't accompany you."

"Thank you, master. Bye." Michelle had her hair cut, and her short hair was tied behind her ears. There

was a pair of dark almond eyes under her neat bang, and there was a piece of ice cream on her mouth.

She smiled, revealing her canine teeth, which were so cute.

Many people kept looking at her, thinking that whose little girl was so cute.

Paul wasn't interested in Michelle's cuteness at all. Paul had been training her for more than a month,

and Paul had almost been killed by her.

She tricked him both in the game and in life. She didn't have any common sense of life, but looked

innocent when she did something wrong. She always said, "That is my master told me to do." That

made him suffer a lot of criticism.

Except for eating, she could beat three men, but her face got fat.

"Be careful when you eat. There is food on the corner of your mouth. You are not a child anymore. You

are twenty years old. Be more careful." As usual, Paul took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped her

mouth as if he was wiping the table with a duster cloth.

"Ah, I got it again? It doesn't matter. Master, don't you have something important to do? Go ahead with

your work. I can do it myself. " Michelle blinked and cheered herself up. Her cheeks bulged up like a

little dolphin.

"Okay, I'm leaving. Be care of the time. It's not my fault that you can't catch the plane." Then Paul

turned around and left without even waving his hand.

He trotted after two steps.

Michelle blinked her eyes, and there were two small questions hanging inside. "Why did her master

run? I didn't cook dark food today. "

During this month, besides training, Michelle began to cook dark food. She thought it was easy to cook

something delicious, but it was a little difficult to make it taste bad.

So she kept cooking it and asking Paul to try it on for her every time. Maybe it was because she had a

natural sensitivity to food and seasonings that no matter how she cooked, it would taste good.

Then she came up with a way to cover her nose and eyes, and the dark food came out.

Paul took a bite and vomited for two days.

Feeling a different pleasure, Michelle began to study different dark dishes every day.

Michelle had almost killed Paul.

As soon as Paul saw her cooking, he ran away like a frightened bird.

"Goodbye, master." Michelle was still reluctant to leave her master. After all, only her master was willing

to taste those different dark dishes for her.

No, Paul wasn't willing to taste the dark food for her.

However, Jacky pressed him so hard that Jacky said that Michelle was a good friend of Elk and Paul

must take good care of Michelle, otherwise Jacky couldn't explain it to Elk.

As soon as Paul heard the name of Elk, he reluctantly served Michelle and do whatever Michelle said.

Not long ago, Paul had heard of Elk's real name from Michelle. Paul was trembling with fear.

Wasn't Elk the little princess of their CM Island?

At that time, he was on the verge of breaking down.

Michelle was a good friend of the little princess, so Paul had to die obediently and eat the dark food

while he was crying.

Paul's real name was Wynn Luo. He was a friend and servant of the prince of CM Island, Leon.

Two years ago, since the prince helped the little princess escape from CM Island, Leon had been

worried about her. Leon didn't know whether she had a good life out there or not. Leon sent Paul to the

continent to look for Nina. When Paul found out that the little princess was in Lexingport City, Paul went

to settle down in Lexingport City and joined the THO by the way, hoping to find Nina as soon as

possible.

But he couldn't find her.

It was not until Michelle whispered every day that he knew that the little princess had turned into a

famous hacker, Elk.

'Damn it...

How could he find Elk as a little hacker?

Besides, is the little princess a devil?'

He had taught the little princess how to hack, and she was not as good as him two years ago.

It wasn't long before the little princess became a hacker at or above Level 7, which made THO's boss,

Jacky, flatter the little princess.

Paul suspected that the little princess had been pretending.

Alas...

Wynn Luo felt bad.

While Wynn Luo was complaining to himself, he changed his clothes in the bathroom of the airport.

He took off his messy wig, shaved his beard and changed into a formal suit. As for the tie, he didn't

need to wear it.

He didn't like binding things.

The slovenly man who rushed into the men's room just now turned into a tall and handsome man.

His crew cut hair was neat and clean, making him look energetic. His firm face showed a hint of cruelty.

This was the real Wynn Luo, who was twenty-four years old.

The most important thing for him now was to see the prince.

Wynn Luo took out another phone and clicked on the WeChat dialogue box with Leon. Leon had

already been waiting for Wynn Luo in the VIP room.

The deluxe VIP room was quiet. From time to time, the joy of wine glasses colliding and the sound of

computer keyboard busy were heard.

Only the man beside the French window was more leisurely. There was a cup of coffee on the table,

and he was holding a magazine in his hand. He looked sideways at the sea.

In the center of the sea was CM Island.

Leon was about 1.85 meter tall and thin. He was dressed in a black suit, with a neat tie and loose suit

pants. It was easier to see that his legs were straight and long.

"Your Highness." Wynn Luo also had a good figure. The two of them were about the same size, both a

little thinner, but Wynn looked stronger than Leon.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, Wynn Luo was still thin, so the people of CM Island liked to say that

he, the champion of the Fighting competition, was weak, but the wind could not blow him down. He was

like a mountain.

"You don't have to call me like that outside. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Just call me master

or my name." Leon's voice was like the gurgling clear spring in the mountain, and the sound was

melodious.

Leon put down the magazine in his hand and turned his head, revealing a handsome face, his face was

almost looked like Nina's. But it was not feminine as a woman, but as gentle as a piece of art.

When Wynn Luo was a child, he was chosen to stay with Leon. Wynn Luo studied with him, and more

importantly, Wynn Luo protected Leon.

In other people's eyes, they were master and servant, but in the eyes of the two of them, they were

good friends who trusted each other.

"Master, I have something important to tell you. It has something to do with the little princess. Don't be

impulsive after hearing it." Wynn Luo had warned him in advance.

If Leon knew that his baby girl were arched by another man, Leon would probably take the knife and kill

the man himself, and even kill all the man's family members.

Leon would pickle the man into dried meat and used it to drink.

To vent his anger.