Chapter 1425
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His Holiness the Pope was standing at the door. His robe was clean and white, but suddenly, there was a big difference. The previous elegant and calm feeling of purity that made people feel relaxed was gone. It was low and depressed, not to mention the struggling sound of Fidel behind the girl.
He couldn't see Fidel. In his line of sight, the girl's body just blocked Fidel's face. He could only vaguely tell that the person was Fidel from the clothes hanging down on both sides.
At this moment, her pure and limpid eyes were strangely flashing with a scarlet color, as if they were rubbed together with fine sparkling ruby particles in a pure gem. Her beautiful eyes were gloomy, and there was a hint of anger in them.
Icy cold, he just stood there, looking at the girl who turned her head in surprise. Their eyes met. She was stunned when she saw the cold eyes of His Holiness the Pope.
Why did she feel that His Holiness was a little angry?
Why was he angry?
Shen Wanqing's hand that was pouring Vang Tsai milk also unconsciously paused. She didn't notice that the milky white Vang Tsai milk flowed down the cup.
Because of Fidel's resistance, not all of the Vang Tsai milk was poured into Fidel's mouth. Most of it flowed down the corner of his mouth.
Shen Wanqing instinctively lowered her head to take a look at the sound of the struggling girl's voice.
She sucked in a cold breath.
Cheng, you really know how to play.
Bah, as if you are playing with me.
Fidel's clothes were already messy because he was drunk before. His hair was also messy, and his cheeks were slightly red. He already looked like a tortured young man. At this moment …
Cough cough.
The milky white trace flowing down the corner of his mouth made people's imagination run wild.
However, Fidel's mouth was still unconsciously muttering — —
"Don't drink, don't drink, drink … can't drink anymore …"
If Shen Wanqing was replaced by a man, with Fidel's posture in front of her, people might think that they were doing something.
Suddenly, Shen Wanqing was embarrassed.
The cup in her hand was like a hot potato, so Shen Wanqing quickly put it aside.
She carefully glanced at the cold and silent His Holiness the Pope at the door. She walked over and quietly reached out to touch his snow-white fingertips.
His Holiness the Pope's long eyelashes drooped coldly. Without any emotion, he glanced at the girl's hand that was holding his hand and shifted his gaze away.
Shen Wanqing didn't care about anything else. She hooked his cold fingertips and pulled him to the side.
The silver-haired, red-eyed girl stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, "Your Majesty, please wait for a moment. I'll call Werner to take Fidel away."
"…"
His Holiness the Pope remained silent. His eyes were still calm and his expression was cold. However, he secretly let go of his hand.
The girl turned around and left the room, leaving only His Holiness the Pope and … the person squatting in the corner.
Kristel turned his face slightly. His snow-white robes hung down lightly, and the tassels on his shoulders swayed. He looked pure and holy. However, Kristel's expression was not so gentle. Instead, it was cold and depressed. It could be seen that he was extremely unhappy at the moment.
His Holiness the Pope had never felt so unhappy before. The low atmosphere made him very irritated.
The person in the corner was an eyesore.
He wanted to throw him away.
The fingertips under the snow-white sleeves rubbed slightly. Looking at Fidel in the corner, his eyes narrowed slightly. They were glossy and cold, just like the dark night.
He was deep in thought. Suddenly, he walked over.
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