Rita's stupid husband

You should be grateful to those who appear suddenly and at the right time in your life, just like every passenger waiting for the bus on the sweltering street at three o'clock in the afternoon should be grateful to the wind.

——Night Cat Wu Xin

"I don't think this is a secret, right?"

"..."

No matter what Ragna said, the old naughty boy was not going to tell her about his incident.

"Okay, okay, since you really don't want to say it, I won't ask."

"Then what are your plans in the future? Do you really decide to stay here and enjoy your old age?"

Ragnar hoped that his withered flower would bloom again. However, no one could change what the old naughty boy wanted to do.

"Why did you become my mother? Does what I am going to do next have anything to do with you?"

"I said you, the Valkyries of Destiny, like to pester others so much now?"

The old naughty boy really couldn't understand. Ragna sighed. She knew she didn't have this right: "I feel it's a pity that you are wasting your great youth."

“Even if the flower has withered, it will one day bloom again and regain its former glory.”

"..."

Ragnar always likes to regard human life as the seeds of flowers, but in fact, the old naughty boy has found something more meaningful than returning to the front line.

It's just that he never told anyone about this matter...

"Hey, kitten."

The old naughty boy straightened up from the bed and said to Ragnar...

"Huh? Are you talking about me?"

She was not accustomed to hearing this name. Speaking of which, the two of them had never known each other's name.

"You are the only one here, who else could it be if not you?"

"You'd better call me by my name, Ragnar Lodbrok."

"What about you? What should I call you?"

The old naughty boy yawned and replied: "I don't have a name, why don't you just call me old naughty boy?"

"Huh? Old, old naughty boy? But you are not old either?"

Ragna couldn't help but complain that the old naughty boy's face was only thirty to forty years old.

"They all call it that, so you should call it that too."

"Come on, I'll buy you a drink."

Although I don’t know what he was thinking, Ragnar did not refuse and came outside with the old naughty boy.

"Where are you taking me?"

Ragna asked. The old naughty boy put on his coat and rarely invited others to drink: "Didn't I say? I'll buy you a drink."

"Just follow me obediently."

So Ragnar followed him, but what she didn't expect was that the old naughty boy actually took her to the cafe where she worked.

"You, you want to come here to drink?"

"What? Can't you?"

None of the maids here didn't know him. Even the customers in the cafe left one after another because of the old naughty boy's arrival. The maid who was beaten by the old naughty boy was even more frightened and shivering.

"Um, hello, welcome."

She still bowed politely, and the old naughty boy took out two thousand pounds from his trouser pocket and handed it to her: "Take it, I drank too much that day, so I shouldn't hit you."

"If it's not enough, can I add another two thousand?"

Unexpectedly, he would take the initiative to apologize to himself. The maid took the ticket and said it was enough: "This, this is enough."

"..."

The old naughty boy stared at her face, the maid still didn't know what he was going to do to her.

"Does it still hurt?"

He was really cruel when he said it, and he was really gentle when he said he was gentle. Ragna really couldn't understand this man's thoughts.

"No, it doesn't hurt anymore..."

"That's good."

Then, the old naughty boy found a seat and sat down, and motioned for Ragna to sit down too: "Why are you standing there? Do you still want to drink?"

"Why do you seem to have suddenly changed?"

Ragna sat down opposite him. After the old naughty boy ordered two cups of Starbucks, he said to her: "I don't know if you like drinking Starbucks, but I quite like it anyway."

"Well enough..."

Seeing the serious look on her face, the old naughty boy couldn't bear it: "No, I said you have a pretty face, can't you just smile?"

"Can I eat you or kill you?"

Ragnar expressed his question: "Why do you want to buy me coffee?"

"Because you look pretty good, why don't I buy you a drink?"

"I don't like those who look average."

The maid brought two cups of Starbucks, and the old naughty boy picked them up and blew on them gently: "Don't you want to know about my relationship with Cecilia?"

"I tell you."

Ragnar listened attentively, and the old naughty boy took a deep breath and told the truth.

"She and I were once comrades in arms..."

"And, I had a small relationship."