A good night’s sleep.


    First thing in the morning, Severo Laris gets up to prepare breakfast and is in no hurry to get to the office.


    Porridge was cooked, a small dish of pickled beans was made, eggs were fried and bread was baked.


    Pa Rouco woke up, washed up and went downstairs to see the man busy in the kitchen.


    She stood there for a moment, admiring him.


    God was fair to Severo Laris, touched by a crippled and miserable family background, but the best of brains and the best of skin.


    Looking at Severo Laris himself, it’s hard to imagine him having a kidnapping gambler father.


    Because Severo Laris is quite submissive and gentlemanly.


    Even when he was cooking, he was quite handsome.Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org.


    Pa Rouco stood there long enough for Severo Laris to feel the look and turn his head to look at her.


    The man smiled slightly and greeted her, “Come and give me a hand.”


    Without much thought, Pa Rouco walked over and asked, “Help with what?”.


    It wasn’t as if he didn’t know she couldn’t cook.


    Severo Laris reached out, took her wrists between his and gently drew her into his arms and hugged her.


    Just like in the old days, when he cooked and she was in his arms.


    Pa Rouco asks, “Is this a favor?”


    Severo Laris smiled and emitted a faint “hmm,” his voice lovely and low, “That’s good.”


    Pa Rouco is clutched to his chest.


    She was wearing a white shirt with the cuffs slightly rolled up, exposing her strong, slender little arms.


    Pa Rouco looks down and glimpses Pa’s small tattoo on the inside of her left arm, still as before.


    He raised his hand, fingers touching Pa’s tattoo, and asked, “You haven’t thought at all about erasing that tattoo?”


    Severo Laris said, “No. I promised you I wouldn’t erase this tattoo even if we parted, and I don’t want to go back on my word.”


    The corners of Pa Rouco’s lips, curved slightly.


    Very satisfied.


    Severo Laris rubbed his chin against the top of her hair, d to see her meekly confined in his arms.


    Little habits with him, will help her to revive them little by little.


    She will not change.


    The seven years of emptiness, the three thousand nights, he will fill them in a little, one year is not enough, two years is not enough, then he will spend the rest of his life to refill.


    He was in no hurry, and in it he was willing to spend a lifetime.


    When breakfast is ready.


    When Severo Laris finished serving him the porridge, the cell phone he had put aside suddenly rang.


    Severo Laris looked at the caller ID, Emily.


    He froze.


    He has a normal partnership with Emily, and having worked together long before, they won’t be in touch privately.


    Emily is in love with him, but he is not a difficult man to deal with, and when he sees that Severo Laris is not impressed, he retreats without a fight.


    Pa Rouco lowered her eyes and scanned the caller ID, her eyes cool for a moment.


    Severo Laris picked up the phone and, instead of avoiding it, picked it up in front of Pa Rouco.


    As he answered the phone, Severo Laris kept his eyes on Pa Rouco.


    Pa Rouco doesn’t care much and keeps her head down and drinks her gachas.


    Severo Laris said in fluent Spanish on the other end of the phone, “Yes … wee to Spain … no problem … adios. ”


    There was not too much conversation, it seemed that Emily was in the field and wanted Severo Laris to entertain her.


    After Severo Laris hung up the phone, Pa Rouco put down the bowl of porridge and said, “I’m full.”


    Severo Laris looked at her small face as it cooled and for a moment seemed to remember something.


    She was taking care of Emily.


    Severo Laris remembered the videos she had recorded, in one of which she used him of making minced pork with pickled beans for another woman.


    Last night, when she said that pickled beans and minced pork with rice made her feel diabolical, he really didn’t think deeply about it or make the connection because Emily was nothing more than a bystander in Severo Laris’ eyes.


    He is less likely to associate Emily with his rtionship with Pa Rouco.


    Because throughout their rtionship, Emily was just a despicable outsider.


    But he was such an unworthy outsider that Pa Rouco couldn’t even feel the diarrhea of the minced pork with pickled beans and rice.


    Severo Laris believes that this matter should be handled properly and not carelessly.


    Pa Rouco stood up and said, “Take me home.”


    She has no car and it is not easy to get a cab here.


    Severo Laris did not stay, after all he had spent the night here and it would be difficult to exin to The Rouco family if he returned toote.


    Without a word, Severo Laris sent her home.


    The two didn’t talk much on the way.


    Pa Rouco didn’t open her mouth to ask about Emily either.


    Severo Laris doesn’t say either.


    After dropping Pa Rouco off at her house, Severo Laris called Emily.


    “Haven’t you always wanted to meet my intended?”


    Surprise and astonishment shed under Emily’s eyes, “Can I really meet her?”


    Severo Laris hooked his lips and said proudly, “Of course. After meeting her, you’d think it’s no surprise that I’ve fallen in love with her. Because, she’s good, better than you can imagine.”


    The more Severo Laris said this, the more curious Emily became.


    There is more or less aparison in the female psyche, and even though Severo Laris has no feelings for Emily, Emily wants to prove that she is no less attractive as a woman than Severo Laris’ intended mate.


    And he is eager to prove it.


    Emily said, “Then hurry up and show me how good your love is, I can’t wait.”


    Severo Laris gave Pa Rouco’s cell phone number directly to Emily.


    …


    Pa Rouco had just arrived home when she received a call from an unknown number.


    It rang for a long time.


    Pa Rouco answered, “Hello?”


    The woman who was there, obviously a foreigner, spoke American English, “Hello, this is Emily, a friend of Severo Laris, I have always heard Severo Laris talk about you and I would love to meet you, I would like to see what kind of person Severo Laris is aiming for, I don’t know if I would have the pleasure. ”


    Pa Rouco picked up the phone without the slightest hint of panic, but calmly and quietlymunicated in English, “Since you are so eager to see me, I will oblige.”


    Emily froze, not expecting the girl to speak so wildly.


    She is an international model and there are many people lining up to meet her, and herment about whether it would be an honor to meet Pa Rouco was only polite.


    This girl, however, is very proud.


    Pa Rouco, of course, wanted to meet the woman who got Severo Laris to make her pork picadillo with pickled beans and rice.


    …


    Pa Rouco hangs up the phone and goes to her room to rest.


    She was stopped at the door by Lucio Rouco, who rushed out, his long arm against the door, his eyes wistful and inquisitive: “How was your birthdayst night, hermanita, did you have a good time?”.


    Pa Rouco rested an expressionless foot on the back of Lucio Rouco’s foot before pink lips said, “Thank you, it was my pleasure.”


    Lucio Rouco’s handsome face contorted in pain as he smiled, “How happy, you’re at the top of the list then!”.


    “If you betray me like that again, I’ll tell Dad and have him treat you!”


    Lucio Rouco’s back went cold and he was quick to show his weakness, “Never again, let go of your foot!”


    Pa Rouco lifted her feet at that moment and said, “This time it’s the slippers, if there’s another one, it’ll be the heels waiting.”


    “…”


    Lucio Rouco feels aggrieved, “I’m thinking about your happiness for life! Why are you like this? You’re so heartless.”


    He didn’t serve his sister wellst night, did he? Why is he still cold-faced when hees back?


    Pa Rouco left him alone and entered the room, dropping the line, “If Dad asks where I wasst night, remember to assert your specialty.”


    Lucio Rouco pretended not to understand, “My specialty? What are my specialties?”


    Pa Rouco: “Decent shit.”


    Lucio Rouco chokes: “… cough, cough, cough”.