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Melson resigned after the banquet hall incident, and his brother was reclaimed at the same time. Almost overnight, the Melson family disappeared within the time limit of the a.s.syrian people.
Dewitt, on the contrary, had acc.u.mulated a lot of popular support for him in the Zerg War, and his power were to stand up to the house had been concentrated on him because of Melson's resignation. So, before the House of Representatives elected a new prime minister, most of a.s.syria's top decisions were made by Dewitt alone. In this regard, the House of Representatives had tried to elect a whole jury to work temporarily for the Prime Minister in order to prevent the excessive power of the Ministry of Military Affairs, but there were still many internal problems that had not been solved and had to be stopped.
During that period, he advocated the idea of decentralization, and was very afraid of the daily panic of the Speakers of the Military Department. He was afraid that Dewitt was greedy enough to imagine a man controlling a.s.syria.
On the contrary, people in the military department, especially those who had some small ideas in their minds, were on the contrary. It was just that they didn't dare to sway directly in front of Dewitt, and even worse in front of Wen Jin. So the number of people visiting Mrs. Margaret every day rose sharply.
The venues for these tea parties have gradually changed from outside to Bertram Manor.
At first, most of the ladies who came to visit with some ideas would like to bring some gifts. They would take care of themselves on the pretext that they could not come to the house empty-handed. But Mrs. Margaret refused to take them with them as much as they could, and Mrs. Margaret would ask the old housekeeper to attach some other small gifts.
This time it was too many, and Mrs. Margaret didn't really look like a reasonable person, and the ladies slowly stopped talking about gifts. Recently, however, they found that there was a gift that Mrs. Margaret had received, and although she would still prepare a small gift for them that day, in any case, it would be a personal exchange and a few more words would be the first step to their success.
So all kinds of ladies began to gather all kinds of soil in a.s.syria.
Yes, it was soil.
At first, when they heard the news, the ladies wondered if there was something wrong with their ears. They were curious about what kind of treasure Mrs. Margaret had planted. Several daring ladies also asked. Thinking about what everyone planted together, maybe it was also a common topic. Nevertheless, Mrs. Margaret did not respond to this, and gave strict scrutiny to the soil that each lady sent to her, like a queen who checked her grandson's meals.
“Didn't you just plant a baby?” Remembering Mrs. Margaret's posture of checking the soil, the ladies could not help but ask.
On this point, Mrs. Margaret never responded positively. It was just that the frequency of going to tea had dropped dramatically and staying at home was getting longer and longer. Wen Jin's notes were turned over and crumpled.
Normally, the old housekeeper or Wen Jin should not be allowed to do anything at all. He also said in a cool voice that strict education should start with the dolls. He should never give too much indulgence. He should learn to find food for himself and adapt himself to various environments.
Mrs. Margaret, placed almost all the soil of a.s.syria in front of the flowers. In such a “strict” environment, the flowers were getting fat every day, but the number of times that the white fox came out has not changed.
In this regard, Mrs. Margaret was a little worried about whether the little fellow was ill or not, and the “strict” environment had eased a lot, which even Wen Jin had noticed.
“This kind of flower demon, once tangible, will not be so fragile.” Wen Jin looked at the fatter and fatter seeds, and his eyes were deep. “I always think this guy has a dark heart. Mother is too used to it and doesn't know who he looks like.”
Dewitt was paddling some seeds in the garden. The fox wanted to try some of the seeds from Honghuang. His first experimental field was his manor. After planting, Wen Jin did not have many tasks, basically the old housekeeper and Dewitt were taking care of them.
After fiddling with a few leaves, Dewitt raised his eyebrows. He seemed to think of something interesting. He touched Wen Jin's head and said, “Does it still hurt?”
“No pain.” Wen Jin shook his head. He had the courage to go to a famous ski resort in a.s.syria with Dewitt two days ago. He had a good time, but his const.i.tution made him ill at home. Fortunately, it was enough for this guy to have two repairs during this period of time, just take a day or two off.
But since he found out he was sick, and Dewitt gave him more and more delicious food, he began to pretend to be sick. This was the eleventh day of the “headache” of the sick fox. The reason for his recovery was that the delicate fruit that Dewitt bought for him since his illness were almost gone.
“All right?” Dewitt's gesture was, “All the new delicate fruits are here…”
Half of the time, he seemed to think of something. He did not go on talking. He touched Wen Jin's head and turned away.
Wen Jin stood and blinked.
Thirty minutes later, a fat fox relapsed from an old disease and ran to the garden to look for Dewitt to dress up pitiably. By the way, he walked away with five delicate fruits.
From where they grew their seeds, straight up was where Mrs. Margaret's room was. At this moment, in Mrs. Margaret's room, there was a transparent little white fox standing, with eyes wide open and eyes fixed on the gentle fruit.
When Mrs. Margaret returned to her room, she saw a bunch of withered bones that never stood up again.
“… How can it get sick?” Mrs. Margaret stared at the withered flower bone with a sullen face, always feeling quite incomprehensible.
“I don't know,” cried Wen Jin, standing sickly. “Get another one. Maybe the next one will look like Dewitt.”
Wen Jin always felt that the flower looked like Dewitt, Mrs. Margaret should be more loving. As soon as the voice fell, little flowers and bones trembled silently.
Dewitt narrowed his eyes, looked at the withered little fellow, and at the fox who was forced to lean against him. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Mrs. Margaret next to him shaking her head firmly. “No.”
Dewitt, before he had time to experience the feeling of being rejected by his mother, saw the little flower bone on the other side of the tree standing up stiffly.
“Take it out.” Mrs. Margaret said in a cold voice.
Before the waist had time to straighten the small flower bone instantly panicked, did not wait for it to make any response, and realized Wen Jin was going out. He was left in the garden in the corridor. Nevertheless, even in gardens, the little flowers and bones growing up in greenhouses have never suffered such grievances, and the open air environment was much more cruel than Mrs. Margaret's room.
The next day, in the heavy rain in a.s.syria, the little white fox reappeared in the center of the flower bone. It seemed to struggle very hard to get out of the edge of the flower bone. It was difficult for the flower demon to get away from the body too far. Although the little fox was only a mimic, its fur was also sad because of the depression and raindrops. It hung down mercifully.
“Chee…” The little fox stopped somewhere and struggled forward with his paws, but could not walk out. It looked as if it had been stuck in that position.
The little fox, who failed to succeed in repeated attempts, was in a hurry and was pulling hard on the ground with his little white paws. At that moment, a burst of footsteps approached.
The familiar smell floated in the air. The little fox looked up and saw Mrs. Margaret's cold face.
Late at night, her normally tied up hair was hanging over her shoulder, making Mrs. Margaret's features look softer. She looked down at the little fox for a while and gave her foot a gentle kick.
“Chee-!” A light fragrance came. The little fox wagged his tail and raised his head. A pair of black eyes glittered in the rainy night.