On the other side
In the bar
There were many lakes on the seashore, so even the bar was built by the lake, literally beside the mountain and the water.
Charlie took two shots of spirits and passed one to Mark, who was reclining on the sofa. "Mr. Valentine, please."
Mark's eyes flitted over the spirits, his left hand resting on the side of his temple, kneading gently. "I'm not interested. What brought you here?"
"It's very difficult to hear from Mr. Valentine that he's not interested in liquor. I came to bring you a wedding invitation card." Charlie sat down with his legs crossed, looking debonair.
"Yours?"
"Yup..."
"With Grace?” His tall body bent slightly, as he reached out for a glass of warm water and took a sip.
"How do you know?"
"The way you and Grace look into each other's eyes is s o hot that it almost burns each other to death. You've
always said that marriage is the grave of love. What happened now?"
Charlie’s lips curved upward and said, "I am now willing to die in the grave. Is there a problem?"
"You can do whatever you want. How about Billy?"
"He's half-dead. Sherman caught him giving money to that junior, and now he’s asking me to transfer the money for him. I won't do it."
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