Chapter 211 (1/2)

On this trip to Paris, Luke saw the black kiln like hell on earth. He was very happy with the continuous killing.

But it's not happiness. It's more difficult to get rid of the gloomy and tyrannical mood in her heart until Elena's close company for several consecutive days.

Whether it is its youthful and moving temperament, or the vitality and temptation of the body, are a good medicine.

Women are the holy things of psychotherapy.

Elena is in pain and happy these days, which let the dark side of Luke's heart vent.

So he felt guilty about Elena, though she didn't necessarily feel that she was suffering.

For the girl who has helped her a lot, he will certainly give back.

It's also reasonable to buy Elena a little gift with the ill gotten money she got in Paris this time.

He didn't mind buying her a 500000 Euro Necklace if he wasn't afraid that too much money would bring disaster to her.

Now, although the necklace of 150000 euro is expensive, it is not unimaginable, just right for you.

No one knew that the necklace was from Elena.

In fact, his first intention was to send a golden pig to Elena.

But he immediately thought of the situation where Elena saw things and thought about people, holding a pig there, and the painting style was really a bit broken.

People are art students, how can they match such vulgar things!

What's more, Luke didn't find any other beautiful gold products besides the golden pig in that shop.

The golden pig, which is worth more than 100000 euros, is also the personal preference of the Chinese owners, who put the shop for money.

Recalling the trip to Paris, Luke and Elsa arrived in Los Angeles in the early hours of the morning.

They took a taxi and went to Elsa's house first. She just said that she would report back to the police station on time tomorrow, and then she went in.

Elsa still has jet lag. Even after a few hours' sleep on the plane, she is still exhausted.

Luke went home, washed a little and went to bed.

The next day, he got up in the shouting of Selena.

Looking at Selena bending around and pushing him, Luke looked helpless: ”I said, don't you treat me as a man too much?”

Selena looked down at her chest and didn't care. ”Pull it down. I'm wearing a bikini in the tub. It's much more exposed than that.”

Luke can only admit that it is true.

Sitting up from the bed, he yawned, ”well, now tell me, what makes you run into my room in your pajamas?”

Selena: you came back from Paris

Luke nodded, ”yes, you know.”

Selena stared at him, silent.

Luke raised his hand and surrendered: ”OK, the gift is in my suitcase. You can take it by yourself.”

Selena cheered, ran to the side and turned over his suitcase.

Of course she knows. There must be a gift in the trunk.

But without Luke's permission, she would not turn over his things, as if he never turned over her things, or even rarely entered her room.