"... Take a good rest, I'll leave first, and I'll wait for you to invite me to a big meal."

The private doctor helped Aimo check the sprain on his ankle. After ruled out the possibility of fracture, he prescribed a little anti-inflammatory drug and made a doctor's order to avoid weight-bearing and walking. After the hot compress promoted blood circulation and relieved the swelling and pain, the doctor left.

And Aymo also called to inform her parents that her mother was coming, and Arthur also knew that it was time for him to leave.

"Haha, no problem." Aimo looked at Arthur who stood up and was about to leave, and smiled softly.

"As a friend, if there is anything I can help, you can call me anytime."

"Thank you, Arthur."

"Haha, you are welcome, sit down and I will leave by myself. Don't worry, I will close the door for you." Arthur stretched out his hand and motioned to Aymo who wanted to get up. He smiled and waved his hand and stopped staying. Quickly leave.

"Crack—"

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Aymo looked down at the coffee stains on his clothes, exhaled for a long time, and reached out to touch the tufted nightdress and Tback, who basically couldn't hide anything, with slight hair on his cheeks. hot. Soon, he snorted, shook his head with a sweet smile, and a pair of beautiful eyes sparkled brightly.

"boss--"

"Let's go to Chinatown first."

Arthur, who walked out of the apartment building, nodded to the bodyguard Bell who was approaching, and got into the Rolls-Royce car together and said to the driver.

"Boss, is that lady okay?" Bell sitting in the co-pilot still asked with concern.

"It's not a big problem, I just sprained my ankle, but I need to rest for a while." Arthur leaned comfortably on the seat, turned his head to look at the neon streets of London outside the car window, retracted his gaze, and looked at himself on the car window. The blurry image made me think of Aimo Alamudine again, his eyes flickered and he smiled.

The exquisite face, especially the big long t that countless women dream of, and the exotic temperament of Liba nen mixed blood, are really pleasing to the eye.

I have to say that Aymo really resembles the character setting of the heroine Marie Su, with a superb appearance, a fashionable dress, a devil figure, and a domineering mind. These are all in her pocket, and her performance in any one is remarkable, a proper goddess.

It is normal for such a beautiful and talented woman to make herself fall for it.

what? age?

Don't be kidding, you should know that amorous feelings are only a kind of wine fragrance that can be emitted after many years of practice. It takes time to imitate and learn. Although flowers are easy to wither, only fruits can be tasted slowly. When describing a female xing as "very flavorful", please believe that she is a Ms. Cheng Shu.

Rich in heart, winning temperament, very enduring to read. Flowers are used to see, and become the beauty of shu women, and they are used to read. People who can't see her beauty are shallow, and those who read her charm are happy, and this feeling is lasting.

The practice from the inside to the outside will make a woman exude an unspeakable charm, without pretentiousness, without packaging, permeating the original flavor, and forming a kind of aura, a charming aura.

"Boss, Chinatown is here."

The words of the bodyguard Bell interrupted Arthur's imagination, and said after a soft hmm, "Find a place to park the car. We will eat Chinese food here tonight."

"Good boss."

London Chinatown, also known as Celestial City or London Chinatown, is located in the Soho district in the centre of London, where the land is so rich. However, due to language, culture, food and history, it has become a cultural island of DU in British society.

Chinatown is small, consisting of one main street and several horizontal streets, not far from Buckingham Palace and the Prime Minister's Office at No. 10 Downing Street. There are standard Chinese archways and shopping pavilions with Han style and Tang style. An archway stands on each side of the 800-meter-long main street with the words "Guotai Minan" and "London Huafu".

The restaurants, shopping malls, and pharmacies on both sides of the street are all marked with Chinese characters. Although it is not big, it is exquisite, like a dish of simple materials, the taste is all in that main street and several criss-crossing side streets.

Arthur walked in the brightly lit Chinatown under the protective circle specially formed by Bell and the trio. The familiar smell and sound made his heart feel quite a bit. Looking back, he felt like a thing is not a thing.

Seeing a well-known and very familiar pharmacy, Arthur stopped, looked at the sign of Tong Ren Tang, and walked in. Bell followed closely. The remaining two bodyguards were waiting outside the store door seemingly leisurely.

The decoration style of the store is consistent with that of the Tianchao store. The traditional and elegant decoration and wooden carved window lattice create a dignified and generous Chinese charm. Opposite the store door are rows of small drawers filled with different Chinese herbal medicines, just like a traditional Chinese medicine store in the Tian Dynasty.

"Excuse me, is there any safflower oil for bruises?" As soon as he entered the door, Arthur asked the clerk in Mandarin with a specially disguised accent.

"Welcome, yes, please wait a moment, I'll get it for you right away..." The clerk was a bit surprised that such a young foreigner, Arthur, could speak the Chinese language to such a degree. It feels novel, it's just that someone of Arthur's age, who can speak Mandarin, and knows that safflower oil treats bruises, is really rare.

"This is the safflower oil you want..." The clerk was very enthusiastic and explained the instructions to Arthur in English. It seemed that he was very fond of Arthur, a British guy who could speak Chinese.

"Thank you, how much is it?" Arthur asked directly with a smile, and then took out the money to pay the bill. In the clerk's ‘You go slowly, welcome again. . . "Enthusiastically sent off and left.

Looking at the safflower oil in his hand, Arthur couldn't help but smile. He came to Chinatown this time mainly to buy it for Aimo. He believed that the magical oriental medicine would leave a very deep impression on her.

Of course, more importantly, he can apply safflower oil to her by himself and put wan on her. . . Keke, massage the ankle.

"We have hot pot tonight, can you have spicy food?"

Walking to the door of "Little Tail Sheep", the most famous hot pot restaurant in Chinatown, and smelling the familiar smell of KOU water, Arthur asked the three people around him.

The three Bells looked at each other, and then shook their heads, while Arthur shook his head and laughed: "Then you don't have any food to taste the most enjoyable delicacy. Let's go, you can't eat spicy food, you can only order a Mandarin duck pot."

With that, regardless of the helpless expressions of the three Bells, they stepped into the hot pot restaurant and sat down at a table under the warm reception of the waiter. Arthur listened to the waiter’s introduction in English, and couldn’t help but chuckle and speak in heavenly dialect. : "Give me a mandarin duck pot, clear soup and medium spicy, beef, lamb first eight plates, vegetable platter, cabbage and cabbage heart, green onion and coriander platter, as well as frozen tofu, vermicelli, shabu-shabu..."

The waiter standing on the side was taken aback for a while, listening to Arthur’s proficient Chinese dialect ordering dishes, his face was full of astonishment. I thought that the four foreigners came because of curiosity. After all, the foreigners are very familiar with the Chinese hot pot. I don't catch a cold very much, especially if I have never eaten it before, I dare not even try it.

"By the way, is there any leek sauce?"

Okay, even the leek sauce knows ~lightnovelpub.net~ This time, not only the waiter standing by the side was astonished, but even the two Asian guests at the next table looked at Ya with curiosity and astonishment. Se.

Sir, you are not only good at talking in the heavens, but you are also an expert in hot pot. "Speaking, the young waiter smiled and gave Arthur a thumbs up.

"Haha, thank you, I just have a good master. My roommate in college is from the hot pot city. Do you have Moutai here? Give me another bottle of Feitian." Arthur said with a smile.

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll arrange the food for you right away." The male waiter is completely served, knowing that Moutai is nothing but Feitian, which is extraordinary. This is a celestial master. Ah, I really don't know what kind of person this foreigner's roommate is, who can actually infect the foreigner to such an extent.

Arthur smiled and nodded at the kind smiles cast around him. He didn't care about the surprise of these people anymore. To be honest, he was stupid when he talked in a pharmacy before. , No matter how much it is, it is not a shameful thing to speak Chinese dialect.

Isn't it about making so much money for yourself to live a free life where you want to live?