[Quick Transmigration] Blame me for the abuse

Louis walked out the door, ready to go back to his hotel.

He paused, the lens flashed by the streetlight and reflected light, making his vision dizzy for a moment.

A man wearing a jacket stands across the road.

He waved at him.

A very strange feeling rose in Louis, and Louis was obviously not familiar with how to deal with this feeling.

Lewis paused, not walking towards his car.

The man seemed to be smiling, and he walked towards Louis. He suddenly felt that this man was a little different from the one he saw yesterday.

"Louis."

He didn't call him Mr. Lewis or Mr. Sterling.

The man stopped in front of him.

"I'd like to buy Mr. Louis a drink." He continued to smile casually, like a habitual expression, but soon, he added: "Or anything else, Mr. Louis has dinner Yet?"

The bodyguard looked at the man vigilantly, but the man seemed unaware.

For some unknown reason, Louis' fingers slid across the surface of the watch.

He agreed.

Louis cuts his own steak and suddenly feels like he's back in middle school.

He was studying in a private boarding middle school. Even though Louis at that time was already as calm and calm as he is now, he was just younger and more, how to say, more lively.

The 15-year-old Louis has not yet reached the point where he will refuse all the boys or girls who invite him to parties or dates. Old Sterling still likes to mess with women. He shoulders the responsibility of the family, but the responsibility is not big at the time To let him turn all the difficulties into the arrogance and indifference and paranoia that make up his own flesh and bones.

He remembers receiving a strange club invitation once, as the 'lucky one', he was asked to be an alien, wearing a ridiculous coat and hat, and he didn't even remember why he had to compromise in the first place, just the subtlety and The embarrassment seems to be clearer and traceable at this moment.

The man on the opposite side is called Tom, a name that is too common but still makes people feel uncomfortable. Louis looked at the man opposite, and he seemed to feel a little uncomfortable. Under Louis' gaze, his gaze was only on the person in front of him. The plate, only occasionally raised his head to give a polite response.

The lights are bright. This is a restaurant suitable for a slightly formal occasion. The put down knife and fork reflected a bright light for a moment under such light, which attracted Louis's brief attention.

"Louis."

The man called him that again.Louis regained his gaze, and at this moment, he suddenly realized that there were some strange things about himself today, one of which was that he hadn't realized this until now.Just like a rare dream when you were young, after a subtle flicker of your brain waves, you suddenly popped out a bit, and then got back to the original track.

"Locke's tenant, Mr. Tom Green."

Louis is regaining his control over any scene, and Tom realizes it quickly, so he's going to get straight to the point.

"I'm sure you know enough about Mr. Rock Reed, the companion of your brother, Mr. Ivan Sterling, as I don't know you very well." At least he didn't often, Tom tried. It wasn't his habit to try to lighten things up, at least not when he was with Luis.

Tom didn't seem to have adjusted his mentality. He paused for a while, trying not to let the exhaustion and the undiminished excessive tension not affect his thinking.

"During my time with Mr. Locke Reed, I found that there seemed to be some problems with his memory, and I also seemed to notice that there were some problems with his relationship with Mr. Ivan."

It was an awkward beginning, and Tom knew it well.

"I know you should know about this, right?" Louis's cold blue pupils made him unable to look directly at him, he avoided them, and then continued.

"I have a certain understanding of the inside story. I..."

Louis interrupted him.

"Mr. Green, I think I know what you're trying to convey." Now it was the Louis he knew again, with his back straight, suits, iron gray tie, and floor trim for the fancy restaurant. With meticulous light brown hair, he leaned back in the chair, his eyes locked on Tom Green, with a familiar sense of oppression.

"I don't have a good solution to Mr. Locke's problem. As Ivan's relative, I don't have any intention to interfere with Mr. Locke's affairs. As a tenant of Mr. Locke, I don't know what kind of relationship you have. And what kind of consequences this relationship can lead to, I just hope that you can grasp the boundaries of doing something, no matter what you do, it is my promise not to interfere, but I don't want to see the situation that Ivan doesn't want to see, And you," he paused, raised his glass but didn't intend to drink it, he just shook it slightly, allowing the disturbing liquid to escape aimlessly in the glass and regained his composure instantly.

He glanced sideways at his watch before continuing:

"You wouldn't want that to happen."

"Mr Green."

Tom suddenly relaxed. He propped his forehead with his hands and showed a habitual meaningless smile.

"I understand. Mr. Lewis."

Tonight, for the first time, he took the initiative to meet Louis' gaze, gray eyes like the quiet outer walls of a bell tower, cut by the icy blue sky.

There was a flash of emotion in him that Louis couldn't scrutinize.

"You know what, Mr. Sterling."

"I used to hate you, but now I realize that I forgave you a long time ago."

He stood up, ignoring Louis's reaction, he didn't pay the bill, and said goodbye impolitely, and he didn't even have any fluctuations in the words he blurted out so abruptly.

There are always moments of inappropriate calm, and if you've ever been there, you know that sadness or joy is always appropriate for certain occasions, and there are certain occasions where you can't even find any emotion to help. You resist it, or to help you prop up your feelings with your emotions, so it is the most common emotions that take over all the territory.

You seem to have finally found a resting place at this moment, and your heart is at peace.

On Tuesday, Tom handed Ida a bag.

At that time, Ada was sitting in the library reading a book, the girl's soft hair and skin seemed to be melting in the sun, he gave Ada a smile, Ada trotted over to express the maximum degree of girlish restraint to his last birthday gift grateful.Tom didn't say anything, then he handed her a bag.

To your Uncle Ivan and Locke.

Ada didn't ask much, she was very similar to Ivan.

Somehow, Tom rubbed her head for the first time, and although Ada wasn't comfortable with the gesture, she politely didn't convey any resistance.

Tom had already handed in his resignation letter and finished his last day's work. He said goodbye to Miss Vida Clive. She asked him with a smile if he would attend tomorrow's colleague party, and he calmly replied that he already had an appointment.

He went home with a modest salute, checked him out and had dinner with Lee and Brad as good as possible, good football and good beer.Brad was rarely this relaxed, and Tom hadn't had time to watch his movie yet.They made an appointment to meet again next time, so they drove away separately.Tom smiled habitually at their backs, returned to the hotel, and woke up, because it was the third day because of the exhaustion of the day, he looked at the tasks that he didn't know when to complete, and booked the ticket to leave as soon as possible.

You never know when someone will come back, just like a certain gust of wind passing through the hall.Tom left all his reluctance and comfort in this world there.

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