1865: C1865 Gratitude from Deshang

C1865 Gratitude from Deshang

Apologize, Emm. That's all?

To be honest, Qin Luo was a little surprised by Deschamps's answer.

He had thought that Deschamps would say something shocking, such as threatening him. Threatening him? At the very least, he would have to say something like 'I will definitely come back' or something like that.

However, Qin Luo had never expected Deschamps to say something like that.

This script seemed to be different from what he had imagined...

After pondering for a long time, Qin Luo opened his mouth and said, "Professor, you don't have any intention of taking revenge?"

Revenge?

Why should he take revenge?

Deschamps seriously thought about it, but he could not think of any reason to take revenge.

He was even a little grateful to Qin Luo in his heart.

After all, Curie's family was banned from participating in the competition for ten years because of Qin Luo. They had the chance to surpass Curie's family.

"Revenge? Why revenge? Professor Qin, I don't have time to thank you. Why would you want revenge? " Deschamps said.

That's right. From the bottom of his heart, he was actually grateful to Qin Luo.

Gratitude?

Qin Luo was somewhat dumbfounded.

Why did he suddenly feel grateful? He didn't do anything, did he?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration appeared in Qin Luo's mind. Could it be his charisma?

Thinking about it, it was really possible.

In the next moment, Qin Luo threw it out of his head again.

Qin Luo admitted that his personal charm was indeed something big, but it was not so big that it made Deschamps feel grateful.

That was Deschamps, an old man who was more than half a century old. It had seen all kinds of people.

To be honest, he had seen more people than Qin Luo.

Although Qin Luo thought that his charisma was outstanding, it was not to the extent that he was able to hide Deschamps.

Qin Luo still had a little bit of an understanding in his heart towards himself!

"Professor Deschamps, if you have something to say, just say it..." Qin Luo said.

Deschamps: "@ #..."

Speak?

Say what?

To be honest, he really didn't know what he should say.

And what did Qin Luo mean? Forcibly imagining things?

With a bitter smile, Deschamps said with a bitter face, " Professor Qin, I have already said what I shouldn't have said. I really have nothing to say."2

He didn't say anything?

Hehe...

F * ck him!

Regardless of whether others believed him or not, Qin Luo would not believe him anyway.

Qin Luo sneered and turned to look at Don Dylan. He said, "Chairman Bob, it seems like we can't eat this meal. Let's go."

Go?

Dylan was instantly overjoyed.

In his heart, Dylan didn't really approve of Qin Luo coming to see Schaefer Deschamps.

After all, Deschamps's background wasn't clean. He was very worried that this banquet was specially dug by Deschamps for Qin Luo!

Now that Qin Luo said he wanted to leave, this was something ___ Dylan had been looking forward to for a long time.

Leave?

Deschamps's eyelids twitched when he saw Qin Luo suddenly stand up.

Leaving just because of a disagreement? Could he still have some fun?

"Professor Qin, please stop!" Qin Luo was serious, causing Deschamps to panic. He immediately stood up and stopped Qin Luo.

The main dish was here!

Qin Luo narrowed his eyes, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a cold smile.

"Professor Deschamps, what else do you want to say?" Qin Luo asked with a smile.

"Didn't Professor Qin want to know why I thank you?"

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