Total Man Chi I Am The King Of Bloodsuckers

Accardo stuffed the letter neatly into the envelope again, without words, and although he had finished reading it, his handwriting seemed to be in his mind.

"What's wrong?"

Mary came to his side and asked, at this point she saw Accardo's expression that was a little indescribable.

Seem...... Somewhat easygoing?

Although the word easygoing is not particularly related to the name Accardo.

Mary moved her gaze to the three envelopes he was holding.

The envelope at the top is very simple, pure white, without any patterns on it. Its owner should be a simple and elegant person.

The middle one is a lilac envelope that looks more textured. Mary judged from her years of experience as an agent that this should have been written by a successful woman with many years of experience.

The bottom envelope, red and yellow, was the most Christmas-themed of the three, and looked very eye-catching, and Mary judged that it must have been written by a young girl with a lively personality.

"Did you send it from a friend?"

Faced with Mary's question, Accardo first nodded, then shook his head, and answered with an expression nostalgic for a very distant memory.

"Can't say that, it should be... Family bar.

"I'm sorry, I don't know. What kind of people are they?

"Oh, do you want to know?"

Looking at Accardo with a playful smile, Mary felt a little apprehensive in her heart, but nodded anyway.

"In that case, let me get to know you, it's Christmas, but don't forget to bring a present."

"Well, but what better gift would I bring? I haven't met them yet.

"Don't ask me about this kind of thing, you are a senior MI6 agent, if you can't do this, it's ridiculous."

Ignoring Mary's pitiful expression, Accardo walked out the door.

"Okay, you use your little brain, think about how to make a good impression on them, I'll pick you up in the evening."

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"Okay, my dear little cutie, can you sit quietly?"

"But Mom, Dad said this morning that he would come back to bring me presents, but he hasn't come back yet."

A cute boy complained waving his little hand.

"Don't worry

, be patient..." "Knock knock..."

"Oh, someone is coming."

A young woman was coaxing her young child when she heard a knock on the door.

"Is Dad back?"

The child asked loudly with an excited expression on his face.

"I don't know, you sit down here, I'll take a look."

After settling the child, the young woman hurriedly went to open the door, and what stood outside the door was not her familiar face, but a young and beautiful woman.

"Is it Mrs. Oliver?"

"Well, I am, may I ask if you are..."

"Your husband sent you the package, please sign for it."

Violet handed her the package she was holding, made of red colored paper and yellow streamers, and printed with Santa Claus and Christmas Tree, which looked very delicate, and there was a letter at the top.

"This one is... Jelli's favorite album, great, he will be very happy with this. When

the young woman saw the words on the package, she smiled joyfully and kindly, and expressed her gratitude.

"Thank you, it's so hard to deliver things on Christmas."

"It's okay, ma'am, it's my job."

"No matter what, you need to take a break, when will you send it to the end."

"Well, this package of yours is the last one."

"Oh yes? So do you have time to come in and have a drink now?

"Well, but..." "

Let me express my gratitude."

Looking at Violet in front of her with some hesitation, the young woman pulled her in with a chuckle.

"Jelly, look what your dad sent you!"

"Wow, it's the fox album I want the most, it's just so cool!"

The boy jumped over and couldn't wait to open the package, and the excitement in his eyes could not be suppressed.

"Okay, Jerry, you should thank this sister first, she brought you the gift."

"Thank you, sister."

"It's okay, no thanks."

Seeing the young child thanking herself seriously, Violet was a little overwhelmed and quickly waved her hand and said.

"Miss, please sit down, there are only two people in this family now, me and the child, don't be too restrained." By the way, I haven't asked your name yet. "

Violet Evegarden."

"Violet Evegarden? That's a nice name. Take a break with a cup of black tea, Violet.

Mrs. Oliver came out of the kitchen with a teapot and poured Violet a cup.

"Thank you."

The slightly sweet black tea slipped from his throat into his stomach, dispelling the chill on his body and soothing Violet's slightly nervous mood.

"Violet."

"Huh?"

Mrs. Oliver's cry caused Violet's unfocused eyes to pull back and look at her.

"How did you come up with the idea to choose this job? Ah, don't get me wrong, I mean girls like you usually choose a career as a teacher or a nurse. It's really rare to choose this kind of job that is constantly running outside.

"Actually, my original job was to write letters to others, but these days most of the employees are on holiday, so I help with delivery." And I don't think the job has anything to do with gender or age. It was introduced to me by a very important person.

"Is it? Very important person, is it your teacher? Seeing

Violet shake her head, Mrs. Oliver asked again.

"So, are your parents?"

"I don't have parents."

"Ah, sorry, I don't know. Forgive me, I really didn't mean to.

Mrs. Oliver's face turned slightly pale, and seeing that she did not speak, she thought that she had touched Violet's sad heart, and she was very remorseful.

But what she didn't know was that Violet just didn't know how to talk about this topic, after all, she didn't lose her parents at a young age, but she had no parents since she opened her eyes to the world. And she was not affected by this, in her eyes these are just trifles, only the order of the master and the safety of the master come first.

"That should be my sister's lover."

When the two stopped talking and fell into the awkward atmosphere of silence, Jerry, who was looking at the album with relish, suddenly looked up and said.

"Jelli!"

Mrs. Oliver was a little annoyed by the child's mouth.

"Mom, I'm not wrong, the knight in the album said I love you, you are the person I cherish the most."

Jerry pouted and retorted with some disbelief.

"Hey, kid, that's just a fairy tale..."

"What is a lover?" What is I love you?

After hearing these words, Violet's eyes showed confusion and incomprehension. She has helped many people write letters over the years, many of whom have the word love. But whenever she asked the people who commissioned the letter to write what love was, their answers were different.

In Violet's eyes, love is an incomparably complex emotion.

"Love is that even if my hands are petrified, I can feel the touch of touching your cheeks, even if I am blind in both eyes, I can clearly see your face, even if I lose my heart, I long to be with you forever."

Hearing his sister's question, Jerry directly turned the album to the finale and read the male initiative's heartfelt lines.

"Is this love? So does that kind of emotion of mine count as love? He is the most important person in my life and I am willing to give everything for him, including my life. Mrs. Oliver, can you tell me this counts as love?

Violet was a little puzzled and confused, and grabbed Mrs. Oliver's hand and said in a slightly excited tone.

Her teachers often told him that her relationship with Mr. Alcado was by no means a master-servant relationship. But what the teacher said she couldn't understand, what kind of relationship could her relationship with her master be besides a master-servant relationship?

"Am I in a lover relationship with him?"

"What is love? Violet, do you really ask some difficult questions? Let's just say that when you do anything, you think about each other first, which is a very deep love.

"Is that love?"

"Almost, after all, there are many kinds of love, between relatives, friends, lovers, their love is different."

"And to establish a lover relationship, it's not just that you love him, but also that he loves you."

"So how do you know if he loves me?"

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