Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

He raised his hand to help Blanca Roach tuck her hair behind her ear, “Let’s see how you do tonight.”

Blanca Roach leaned back and also let go of Matthew Grant’s arm, disgruntled, “Every time you lure me, I will never fall for it.”

“Are you Blanca Roach?” Matthew Grant pulled back and frowned at Blanca Roach’s face in thought, “Intelligence shouldn’t be so high.”

“I’m not stupid.” Blanca Roach screamed, clasping her arms and turning her face away from the car window, her face pinched by Matthew Grant.

Pissed off.

The road back was a bit strange, the scenery on the road passing by Blanca Roach’s eyes.

Everything in the present made her feel distorted, as if she was deep in a quagmire of intrigue.

From the time Matthew Grant was stabbed to the present, these people are counting on their lives, and they are ruthless.

As for Winnie, Blanca Roach can’t figure out what she’s up to, and right and wrong can’t be defined absolutely for Winnie.

It is also a matter that gives Blanca Roach more headache whether she is giving up her life to protect her with a purpose.

Blanca Roach feels tired and scared, she wants to escape from the chaos of a complicated relationship …

The hustle and bustle of the tall buildings faded away, and there were low houses with occasional lights on, and the further you went, the more desolate it became, until you saw the woodland.

“Where are we going?” Blanca Roach responded by asking Matthew Grant.

Matthew Grant smiled and picked up the walkie-talkie that was sitting next to him, “You can start now.”

Blanca Roach was puzzled, and in the next second, a red star with a trailing tail rose in the sky, and burst into bloom in Blanca Roach’s eyes with surprise and expectation.

“It’s fireworks …” Blanca Roach remembered the conversation between Matthew Grant and Curtis Irwin at noon, and it turned out to be tonight.

The car came off the country road and drove towards a wide open space, where Blanca Roach saw several motorcycle racing cars parked.

As soon as Matthew Grant’s car stopped, the racers started their motorcycles, all with fireworks on the rear, and as soon as the cars started up, they brought out a nice trail of fireworks.

And the sky did not stop, one by one, the star fire rose and burst into the sky, and the only sound in the ear was the explosion of fireworks made a zipping sound.

Motorcycle show is very short, one by one when they drive away from the show of gorgeous car skills, lifting the car with a colorful tail, as if the head of the war horse, the sound of hooves away.

The sun in the northwest was already hidden under a red and purple fire cloud, the sky was reflected by the fireworks, and the stars and moon looked dim.

Married to Matthew Grant, Blanca Roach had seen everything, and fireworks shows were commonplace, but for her restless heart, this one was a grand ritual of pacification, taking her away from the terrible mud for a while.

When she came back from Thailand, she learned that the plane was full of people who died, Blanca Roach was depressed, and then she went through Yvonne’s incident, and she was physically and mentally exhausted.

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These Blanca Roach has not told Matthew Grant, but he has found out, Blanca Roach leaned into Matthew Grant’s arms, eyes moist.

A pair of people leaning on the front of the car, watching the fireworks explode between the stars, fireworks in the shape of their names.

Fireworks are extravagant and romantic things, fleeting but gorgeous for a lifetime.

Blanca Roach thought of a saying: love rises in the east and falls in the west, romance lasts until death.

Life is as short as fireworks, and they will spend their only lifetime telling each other of their profound love, day and night, until death.