Chapter 478

Louis Andrieu could be quite cruel to foreigners.

However, Wang Qiu, this person brought reporters here, clearly intending to create a public opinion topic!

Reputation is very important to a police chief who is eager to enter the parliament. Louis Andrieu suppressed the idea of ​​​​the spirit of Paul Verlaine, snorted and agreed not to bother the French writer, "You broke into the police station trespassing."

Won’t you give me an explanation for your behavior?”

The frost on Aso Qiuya's face disappeared, and he felt like a spring breeze. His face changed as quickly as turning the page of a book, "I can give you a signed photo."

Louis Andrieu was stunned and walked out muttering: "Remember to take a clear picture." Wang Qiu's photos are priceless outside, and they are so rare that the nobles are jealous. He called his men to leave together, "I just

You are allowed to visit the prison for half an hour, so hurry up and get out."

A photo? To trick the police chief?

Secretary Bertha was so impressed that the reporter he called laughed, put down the pretentious camera, and said: "Mr. Wang Qiu, I have completed your instructions."

The reporter who was here with Aso Akiya was basically a temporary "actor" who was a servant hired by the Bertha family.

Aso Qiu was also very polite to him and gave him an extra tip.

"Thank you for your help."

Aso Qiuya said to Bertha: "Please go out first, I want to talk to Verlaine alone." Bertha Kinski nodded and took away her servant.

Aso Akiya and Paul Verlaine were the only ones left in the single cell.

Paul Verlaine looked at him gratefully and regretted that he could not be released on bail.

"Mr. Wang Qiu..."

The last thing Aso Qiuya wanted to hear was Verlaine's voice, interrupting him: "You should understand the reason why I'm here. I hope you admit that you are gay."

Paul Verlaine's face darkened and he said: "Homosexuals? Lovers of the same gender... This word is much more elegant than sodomy."

Paul Verlaine asked with concern: "Rimbaud, is he okay?"

Aso Qiu also said: "I think you can think about it vicariously what it feels like to be alone in a clinic and have the bullet taken out."

Paul Verlaine's heart was clogged and his mouth was filled with bitterness.

His wife and her favorite boy sued him and wanted him to go to jail!

"If you are willing to admit, Rimbaud intends to withdraw the case." After Aso Qiuya hit him, he gave him some good news, "Rimbaud doesn't want you to be imprisoned for four years, but as long as you are sober enough, you will understand that this is

Your only chance."

Paul Verlaine laughed miserably: "What kind of opportunity is this? I can't admit it. If I admit it, I will never get rid of the stigma. I will have to perform inhumane and heavy physical labor. My wife will divorce me and take away the child! I will always be the victim.

A sodomite nailed to the pillar of shame! After I am released from prison, I will have no family, lose all my money... I will have nothing!"

Thinking of this future, Paul Verlaine shuddered and said excitedly: "I would rather commit suicide in prison! That is a future more terrifying than death!"

"..." Aso Qiuya remained silent.

Paul Verlaine spent a few minutes calming down and sat dejectedly on the edge of the bed.

He gave Aso Qiuya a desperate look.

Aso Qiuya also said: "The second method, what Matilda wants is to divorce and get custody of the children. You can choose to have an affair with Matilda and get your wife's forgiveness."

Paul Verlaine replied: "She ignored my reply at all, she just wanted to kill me!"

Aso Qiuya stared at him coldly: "This is a sin you committed yourself."

Paul Verlaine said sadly and angrily: "I know you are trying to help Rimbaud, but you have never felt love, how can you understand the embarrassment between two people!"

Aso Qiuya raised his eyebrows, embarrassed? Is it still reasonable to be sandwiched between two people?

"Don't compare me to you, I have never had an affair before marriage."

"Have you ever been married?!"

"I'm married."

"...Are you...uh, I mean you...are you divorced too?"

Under Aso Qiuya's cold gaze, Paul Verlaine was so flustered that he started talking nonsense.

Aso Qiuya was indifferent, looking into those eyes that were not golden green. He denied countless times the similarities between Lan Tang and Paul Verlaine, and sadly discovered that Lan Tang's melancholy and the tenderness of stepping on two different boats might be the result of

Mapping Paul Verlaine.

He didn't want to talk about this topic anymore and returned to the topic: "In any case, your troubles are not allowed to involve Rimbaud. At most, you can describe Rimbaud as a sexual fantasy object."

Paul Verlaine was scared: "Okay..."

Aso Qiu also said: "I hope you will do what you say."

Paul Verlaine quickly said: "Thank you for coming today, I will keep it in my heart. Tell Rimbaud to help me withdraw the lawsuit as soon as possible."

Aso Qiuya was indifferent: "...I don't want to be thanked by you."

Aso Qiu also saw his dull behavior in the detention center and knew that the other party had no intention of giving up and wanted to escape the court. "Just think about it peacefully, you only have the last two days left."

Aso Qiuya tightened his cane and chose to leave.

Before leaving, he still couldn't hold back his anger and slapped Verlaine on the butt with a stick, making him scream and cover the hit area.

Aso Qiuya said bitterly: "You coward, do you think you are a French love saint? Do you have the means to make two people love you to the point of death at the same time?"

"Choose one or the other."

"Or don't get anything at all."

"Matilda and Rimbaud cannot coexist!"

"How long will it take you to understand such a simple truth?"

Aso also scolded Paul Verlaine. The two incidents were too similar, and the result was destined to be a tragedy. He could not control the hatred in his heart.

Stupid, stupid!

Your mind won’t think about your emotional intelligence level!

Aso Qiuya's face turned red with anger, his face was like a peach and plum, and his handsome face had a fresh breath, no longer the indifference that others dared not approach after seeing it. However, his eyes were like blades, full of frightening murderous intent.

With his eyebrows raised, he wanted to gouge the other person alive.

It took a full ten minutes until Aso Qiuya walked.

Paul Verlaine had just woken up from the storm of murderous intent, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. He put down the hand holding his buttocks and swallowed, fearing that the other party would turn around and come back.

"The way he looked at me..."

"Is it hate?"

When did he offend Mr. Wang Qiu!

He recalled that he had only seen such a similar look on Matilda. It was not hatred of the enemy, but the resentment of being alone in an empty room and feeling frustrated...

The author has something to say: Today’s moon is round, bright and extremely yellow!

In the evening, the Quanquan family went for a walk. My father was not feeling well and I prayed that everything would go well when he went to the hospital for a checkup tomorrow.

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Chapter completed!