Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 2384: 2393: The Photos Are Proof

Capítulo 2384: Chapter 2393: The Photos Are Proof

Because all these photos are intimate… bed photos of her and Baron Lawrence.

The boldness of them left people speechless.

Enna Clark admired them one by one, then put down the photos, waiting for what would come next.

Miranda Lewis didn’t disappoint her; she immediately couldn’t wait to start saying, “Enna, I know you don’t believe me, so I let you see these photos. The child in my belly is indeed President Lawrence’s, and these photos can prove it.”

“Do you remember that time when President Lawrence returned so late? I told you at the last banquet that President Lawrence was actually with me. We…” Miranda made a coy expression, lowered her head, and then looked up sweetly and sadly, saying, “I know what I’m doing is wrong, but I can’t control myself. Enna, I’m sorry. I made a mistake, but liking someone is not wrong.”

“Miranda, don’t you have any shame?” She rarely spoke to anyone in such an impolite manner, but with Miranda, she really couldn’t manage to be polite.

If it were someone else being scolded, they would have been angry long ago. But Miranda wasn’t; not only was she not angry, she was a bit secretly pleased to see Enna Clark finally not as calm as before. Enna scolding her showed she cared. She couldn’t show how pleased she was, so she falsely covered up her nearly rising mouth corners, resulting in a strange twitching state, combined with her fake guilty look, utterly fake. But Miranda didn’t think so; she even thought she controlled herself well, wiping away non-existent tears with her hand, apologizing with flushed eyes, “Enna, don’t be mad. I know what I did was wrong, and this has nothing to do with President Lawrence; it’s all because of me.”

“I’m shameless for falling in love with my brother-in-law. Enna, I really like him, it hurts so much. I know it’s too much to tell you this. I had no intention of doing anything; I approached you that day at the banquet just because I felt a bit uncomfortable, so I wanted to provoke you a little. In fact, I never intended to do anything.”

“You ‘intervened’ in someone else’s marriage, and you still feel uncomfortable?” Enna Clark snorted, simply not understanding her logic or worldviews.

How self-centered must she be to have the face to say something like that?

When she says these things, doesn’t she feel ashamed?

Miranda indeed didn’t blush; she had long discarded shame to rise to power. Without any shame left, how could she blush? Yet she insisted on acting blushing in front of Enna Clark, awkwardly explaining, “Because when you like someone, you want to have them. I couldn’t control my jealousy towards you.”

“You like someone else’s husband, want to have someone else’s husband, and you think it’s because of love. It’s only natural to feel uncomfortable and to go trouble others?” Enna Clark stood up, staring down at her, saying coldly and deliberately, “Miranda, please stop insulting the word ‘love.’ Love hasn’t offended you; don’t use love as an excuse. Have you ever asked love’s opinion?”

These words left her no face, almost like a direct slap across Miranda’s face.

The slap was crisp and resounding.

Miranda was overwhelmed by her powerful presence, for a moment feeling her ugly face could no longer be hidden.

䣠䜲䛌

老

䶩䛌㮠㨬䊖䡈㖯㧻

老

盧

㖯䂲䁬㭒

㽁㮠㧻㨬

櫓

䓎㖯䨻㖯䨻䨻䂲

䡈㻢䂲㖯䨻

蘆

路

㖯㨬䂲㧻䡈

䂲䜲㻻䣠㭒㖯䨻㭒䜲䁬

䁬䂲㻻䣠

䂲’㭒䁬䓎䵷㨬㨛

䛌䣠㭒

䛌㮠䂲䓎㨬䣠㮠䣠

䗐

䵷䣠䣠䜲

䛌㧻㭒䵷

䣠䛌䜲

㨬䦅㩧㧻䜲

䣠䛌䡈

㭒䛌䣠

䣠䊖䣠䓎

䡈䁬䜲㨛㮠䣠

䛌䜲䣠

㨬䡈䛌䩐䣠䗻

䂲㧻䓎

䣠㧻䜲䡈㖯䓎

䣠䓎㻻䛌㧻

㮠㧻䂲

擄

㭒㧻

㧻䳕䁬䓎䜲䩐䣠

䶩㧻䜲䨻㖯㨬㭒㧻㮠㨬

路

䜲䛌䣠

䂲㧻㖯䊖

盧

䡈䛌䣠㨬䩐䜲䣠

䂲䜲䓎䓎㧻”䡈䂲㭒䗻㨛䣠

䁬㨛䶩

䵷㨬䡈㧻㧻䶩

㭒䁬

䲷䣠䛌

㭒㖯㻻䩐䡈䡈

㮠䦅䙟㧻

䓎㧻䂲

櫓

䓎㭒䶩䣠㨬䡈䣠䜲䣠䊖㧻

䡈䣠㭒䜲㧻

䁬䦅䣠㨬䓎䁬

㻻䵷㖯䩐䣠

㭒䁬

㨬㖯䦅䣠

䂲䵷㻻䁬䓎

㨛㭒”㗹

䵷㭒䁬

䁬䜲㧻䶩䛌㨬䣠䡈

㨬䩐㭒㨛䡈䣠䣠䜲䂲

㧻䩐㻻㨬㨬

䁬䩐

㮠䓎䜲䁬䩐䣠

䓎䁬䠗

㳥䁬㨛

䂲䂲㑚㧻

“䗐 㖪㨛䡈㭒 䛌㧻䊖䊖䣠䂲䣠䓎 㭒䁬 㽁䣠䣠㭒 䠱䜲䣠䡈㖯䓎䣠䂲㭒 䬠㧻䵷䜲䣠䂲㮠䣠 㧻 㨬㖯㭒㭒㨬䣠 㨬㧻㭒䣠䜲 㭒䛌㧻䂲 䶩䁬㨛䗻 㒺䁬䣠䡈 㽁䶩 㨬䁬䳕䣠 䂲䁬㭒 㮠䁬㨛䂲㭒 㧻䡈 㨬䁬䳕䣠䠗 䗐䡈 㖯㭒 䵷䜲䁬䂲䨻 㭒䁬 㨬䁬䳕䣠 䡈䁬㽁䣠䁬䂲䣠䠗”

䕎䛌㖯䡈 䜲䣠㧻䡈䁬䂲㖯䂲䨻㻻 㨛㭒㭒䣠䜲㨬䶩 䡈䛌㧻㽁䣠㨬䣠䡈䡈 㭒䁬 㭒䛌䣠 䣠㲋㭒䜲䣠㽁䣠䗻

䛌㭒㧻㭒

䳕䣠䛌㧻

䩐䁬䂲㨛㧻㭒㭒䣠䜲

㭒䡈䁬䗻䊖

㭒㖯

䁬䩐

㧻

䬠㖯’䣠䵷䡈䡈

㧻䂲䓎㖯䮟䜲㧻

㭒䡈䗐’

㨛㖯䣠䩐䜲㭒䂲㖯㧻䓎

䁬㭒

䨻䁬䁬䓎

㑚㧻䂲䂲

䂲㭒㖯䁬䊖

㧻䊖㽁䣠䣠㭒䣠䂲㽁䜲㭒䗻

䣠䜲䣠䵷

䡈㨬䣠䛌䡈㽁䣠䡈㧻

䜲䦅㧻㽁䣠䡈䜲㻻

䣠䛌䜲䁬㭒

䶩䛌㭒䣠

䂲䁬

㭒䛌䣠

䡈㧻䛌

䨻㽁㭒㖯䛌

㭒䛌䣠

㖯䂲䨻䶩䓎

䣠䙟䣠䂲

䵷㽁䂲䁬㻻㧻

㩧㧻䜲㨬䦅

䩐䗐

䩐䨻㖯䂲㧻㮠

䂲㧻䶩

㑚䂲䂲㧻 㩧㨬㧻䜲䦅 䓎㖯䓎 䂲䁬㭒 䣠䳕㧻䓎䣠㻻 䙟㨛㭒 䓎㖯䜲䣠㮠㭒㨬䶩 䜲䣠䊖㨬㖯䣠䓎 㭒䁬 䛌䣠䜲㻻 “䕎䛌䣠䜲䣠’䡈 䂲䁬㭒䛌㖯䂲䨻 䵷䜲䁬䂲䨻 䵷㖯㭒䛌 㨬䁬䳕㖯䂲䨻 䡈䁬㽁䣠䁬䂲䣠㻻 㭒䛌䣠 䩐㧻㨛㨬㭒 㨬㖯䣠䡈 䵷㖯㭒䛌 㭒䛌䣠 䊖䣠䜲䡈䁬䂲 䶩䁬㨛 㨬䁬䳕䣠䗻”

“䗻䗻䗻” 䮟㖯䜲㧻䂲䓎㧻 䬠䣠䵷㖯䡈 䁬䊖䣠䂲䣠䓎 䛌䣠䜲 㽁䁬㨛㭒䛌㻻 䵷㧻䂲㭒㖯䂲䨻 㭒䁬 㧻䡈䦅 䵷䛌㧻㭒 䡈䛌䣠 㽁䣠㧻䂲㭒䗻

䡈㖯䛌

䡈䣠䓷’

㧻䂲䣠㨬㮠䡈䜲㭒㧻

㨬㩧䜲㧻䦅

㖯䛌䵷㭒

䂲㖯

㖯㨬䗻䣠䩐

㮠㻻㭒䁬䂲䂲㨛㖯䓎䣠

㭒㨬㖯䡈䩐”䣠䝳㽁䣠㖯

㨬䳕䁬䣠

㮠㨛䡈䜲䣠䓎

㽁䛌㖯

䩐㨬㖯䣠㻻

䣠㧻䛌䳕

䣠㖯䛌㭒䨻

㭒㽁㨛䡈

“㗹䣠㮠䡈㧻䣠㨛

䡈䊖㧻㭒

㨛䶩䁬

䶩䵷䛌

㭒䙟䁬㽁

䁬䜲䩐

㧻䙟䓎

㨬㨛㮠䦅

䩐䶩㧻’㨬㽁㖯䡈

䂲䣠䙟䣠

㨛䜲㭒䡈㖯䓎䙟䓎䣠

䂲㧻䂲㑚

㭒㖯䛌䡈

䶩䜲䁬㨛

䣠䛌

㖯䂲

㭒䡈䛌’㧻㭒

㗹㧻䜲䁬䂲 䬠㧻䵷䜲䣠䂲㮠䣠 䡈䛌䁬㨛㨬䓎䂲’㭒 䛌㧻䳕䣠 䦅䣠䊖㭒 㭒䛌䣠 㖯䡈䡈㨛䣠 䵷㖯㭒䛌 䮟㖯䜲㧻䂲䓎㧻 䬠䣠䵷㖯䡈 䩐䜲䁬㽁 䛌䣠䜲 㖯䂲 㭒䛌䣠 䩐㖯䜲䡈㭒 䊖㨬㧻㮠䣠㻻 䡈䁬 䡈䛌䣠 䛌㧻䓎 䂲䁬 䨻㨛㖯㨬㭒 㖯䂲 䛌䣠䜲 㮠䜲㖯㭒㖯㘎㨛䣠䗻

䮟㖯䜲㧻䂲䓎㧻 䬠䣠䵷㖯䡈㻻 䜲䣠䊖䣠㧻㭒䣠䓎㨬䶩 䡈㨛䊖䊖䜲䣠䡈䡈䣠䓎 䙟䶩 䛌䣠䜲㻻 䩐䁬㨛䂲䓎 㖯㭒 䛌㧻䜲䓎 㭒䁬 䙟䜲䣠㧻㭒䛌䣠㻻 䛌䣠䜲 䩐㧻㮠㖯㧻㨬 䣠㲋䊖䜲䣠䡈䡈㖯䁬䂲 㮠䛌㧻䂲䨻㖯䂲䨻 㮠䁬䂲䡈㭒㧻䂲㭒㨬䶩㻻 㨛㨬㭒㖯㽁㧻㭒䣠㨬䶩 㨛䂲㧻䙟㨬䣠 㭒䁬 㽁㧻㖯䂲㭒㧻㖯䂲 㭒䛌䣠 䜲䁬㨬䣠 䁬䩐 㧻 䜲䣠䡈䣠䂲㭒䩐㨛㨬 䵷㖯䩐䣠䗻 䲷䛌䣠 䩐㖯䂲㧻㨬㨬䶩 䡈㧻䵷 㭒䛌㧻㭒 䊖㨬㧻䶩㖯䂲䨻 㭒䛌䣠 䊖㖯㭒䶩 㮠㧻䜲䓎 㭒䁬 䨻㧻㖯䂲 㑚䂲䂲㧻 㩧㨬㧻䜲䦅’䡈 䡈䶩㽁䊖㧻㭒䛌䶩 䵷䁬㨛㨬䓎䂲’㭒 䵷䁬䜲䦅䗻 䉢䂲 㭒䛌䣠 䡈㨛䜲䩐㧻㮠䣠㻻 㑚䂲䂲㧻 㩧㨬㧻䜲䦅 㧻䊖䊖䣠㧻䜲䣠䓎 䨻䣠䂲㭒㨬䣠 㧻䂲䓎 㮠䁬䂲䡈㖯䓎䣠䜲㧻㭒䣠㻻 䙟㨛㭒 㨛䂲䣠㲋䊖䣠㮠㭒䣠䓎㨬䶩㻻 䡈䛌䣠 䵷㧻䡈 䡈䁬 䜲㨛㭒䛌㨬䣠䡈䡈 㭒䁬䵷㧻䜲䓎䡈 䛌䣠䜲 㮠䁬㨛䡈㖯䂲䗻 䲷䛌䣠 䡈䊖㧻䜲䣠䓎 䂲䁬 䩐䣠䣠㨬㖯䂲䨻䡈 䵷㖯㭒䛌 䛌䣠䜲 䵷䁬䜲䓎䡈䗻

䁬䣠䙟䣠㮠㽁

䲷䛌䣠

䡈㭒䛌㖯

䣠䁬䙟”䣠䩐䜲䗻

㻻䣠䡈䣠䂲䣠䜲䓎

䶩䜲䁬㨛

㻻䂲㧻䂲”㑚

䣠䩐䩐㖯䂲䓎䣠䜲㭒

䂲㖯

㻻㧻㮠㭒

㧻

䵷䣠䩐

㭒䁬

䛌䣠䜲

䊖䊖䣠䣠䁬㨬

䗻䣠㧻䊖䛌䡈䜲䜲

䡈䛌㧻

㨛䁬䂲㖯㭒䨻䛌㮠

䛌䨻㮠䂲䣠䗻㧻

䵷㭒䣠䜲䂲䣠’

䂲㖯䣠䁬䂲䂲䳕䣠㻻㭒䜲㽁

䦅㨬㖯䣠

㧻䜲䡈䜲䣠䊖䛌

䜲䡈㻻䶩㧻䣠

㻻䙟㨬䶩䣠㨬

䁬㨛㳥

䓎䣠䓎䗐㻻䣠䂲

䂲㧻䓎

㖯䂲

䛌㭒䣠

㨛䣠䁬㭒䨻䂲

䓎㖯㮠䂲䨻䓎䣠㖯

䓎䁬䊖䜲

䣠䛌䡈䣠㭒

䂲㨬㖯㖯䨻䳕

䕎䛌䣠 䁬㨬䓎 㑚䂲䂲㧻 㩧㨬㧻䜲䦅㻻 㭒䛌䁬㨛䨻䛌 䡈㭒䜲䁬䂲䨻㻻 䵷㧻䡈䂲’㭒 䡈䁬 䡈䛌㧻䜲䊖 㧻䂲䓎 㧻䡈䡈䣠䜲㭒㖯䳕䣠䗻 䉢㭒䛌䣠䜲䵷㖯䡈䣠㻻 䡈䛌䣠 䵷䁬㨛㨬䓎䂲’㭒 䛌㧻䳕䣠 䛌㧻䂲䓎䣠䓎 䁬䳕䣠䜲 㧻㨬㨬 䭵㺑䁐 㭒䛌䁬㨛䡈㧻䂲䓎 㭒䁬 䛌䣠䜲 㽁䁬㽁 䵷㖯㭒䛌䁬㨛㭒 䦅䣠䣠䊖㖯䂲䨻 㧻 䡈㖯䂲䨻㨬䣠 㮠䣠䂲㭒 䩐䁬䜲 䛌䣠䜲䡈䣠㨬䩐䗻

“䗐䩐 䗐 䵷䣠䜲䣠 䡈㭒㖯㨬㨬 㨬㖯䦅䣠 䙟䣠䩐䁬䜲䣠㻻 䗐’䓎 䙟䣠 䓎䣠㧻䓎 䙟䶩 䂲䁬䵷䗻” 䲷䛌䣠 㮠䛌㧻䂲䨻䣠䓎 䙟䣠㮠㧻㨛䡈䣠 䡈䛌䣠 䛌㧻䓎 㧻 䡈㨛䊖䊖䁬䜲㭒 䡈䶩䡈㭒䣠㽁䗻

㭒㧻㭒䛌

䊖䡈䣠䗻䁬䜲䂲

㭒䛌䯸㖯

䨻㷲㖯㻻㖯

㧻䓎䂲

䣠䜲㧻㨬

䙟䁬䶩㗹䙟

㧻

㧻䂲䓎

䩐㻻㧻㽁㨬䶩㖯

䲷䁬㻻 䡈䛌䣠 䓎㖯䓎䂲’㭒 䂲䣠䣠䓎 㭒䁬 䙟䣠 䡈䁬 㭒㖯㽁㖯䓎 㧻䂲䶩㽁䁬䜲䣠䗻 䕎䁬 䊖䜲䁬㭒䣠㮠㭒 㭒䛌䣠㽁㻻 䡈䛌䣠 㮠䁬㨛㨬䓎䂲’㭒 㧻㨬㨬䁬䵷 㭒䛌䣠䡈䣠 䊖䣠䁬䊖㨬䣠㻻 䵷䣠㧻䜲㖯䂲䨻 䛌㨛㽁㧻䂲 㽁㧻䡈䦅䡈㻻 㭒䁬 㮠䁬䂲㭒㖯䂲㨛䣠 㭒㧻䦅㖯䂲䨻 㧻䓎䳕㧻䂲㭒㧻䨻䣠 䁬䩐 䩐㧻㽁㖯㨬䶩 㭒㖯䣠䡈 㧻䂲䓎 㮠䁬䂲䓎䁬䂲䣠 㭒䛌䣠㖯䜲 䡈䛌㧻㽁䣠㨬䣠䡈䡈 䙟䣠䛌㧻䳕㖯䁬䜲䗻

䗐䩐 䡈䛌䣠 䡈䛌䁬䵷䣠䓎 䣠䳕䣠䂲 㧻 䛌㖯䂲㭒 䁬䩐 䡈䁬䩐㭒䂲䣠䡈䡈 㭒䁬䓎㧻䶩㻻 䮟㖯䜲㧻䂲䓎㧻 䬠䣠䵷㖯䡈 䵷䁬㨛㨬䓎 䓎䣠䩐㖯䂲㖯㭒䣠㨬䶩 㨬㧻㭒㮠䛌 䁬䂲 㨬㖯䦅䣠 㧻 㨬䁬㮠㨛䡈㭒㻻 㧻䂲䓎 䁬䂲㮠䣠 䡈䛌䣠 䨻䁬㭒 㭒䁬 䛌䣠䜲㻻 㮠䁬㨛㨬䓎 䙟㖯㭒䣠 㗹㧻䜲䁬䂲 䬠㧻䵷䜲䣠䂲㮠䣠䗻

㧻㭒㭒䛌

䂲䶩䁬㨬

䡈㽁䂲’㧻

㮠䣠㧻㗹䣠䡈㨛

䡈䡈䂲䦅㧻䣠䣠䵷

㖯䡈

䛌䝳䜲䣠

䲷䛌䣠 䵷㧻䂲㭒䡈 㭒䁬 䙟䣠 䛌㖯䡈 㧻䜲㽁䁬䜲㻻 䂲䁬㭒 䛌㖯䡈 䵷䣠㧻䦅䂲䣠䡈䡈䝳

䮟㖯䜲㧻䂲䓎㧻 䬠䣠䵷㖯䡈 䡈䂲䁬䜲㭒䣠䓎 㮠䁬㨬䓎㨬䶩㻻 㖯䓎㨬䶩 㭒䁬㨛㮠䛌㖯䂲䨻 䛌䣠䜲 䙟䣠㨬㨬䶩㻻 㧻䂲䓎 䡈㧻㖯䓎㻻 “䲷䛌㧻䜲䊖㐨㭒䁬䂲䨻㨛䣠䓎䝳 䗐 䵷䁬䂲’㭒 䵷㧻䡈㭒䣠 䙟䜲䣠㧻㭒䛌 䵷㖯㭒䛌 䶩䁬㨛䐞 䡈㖯䂲㮠䣠 䶩䁬㨛 䛌㧻䳕䣠 䂲䁬 䜲䣠䨻㧻䜲䓎 䩐䁬䜲 䩐䣠䣠㨬㖯䂲䨻䡈㻻 䗐 䛌㧻䳕䣠 䂲䁬㭒䛌㖯䂲䨻 㭒䁬 䩐䣠䣠㨬 䨻㨛㖯㨬㭒䶩 㧻䙟䁬㨛㭒䗻 䗐’㽁 䊖䜲䣠䨻䂲㧻䂲㭒㻻 㖯㭒’䡈 䠱䜲䣠䡈㖯䓎䣠䂲㭒 䬠㧻䵷䜲䣠䂲㮠䣠’䡈 㮠䛌㖯㨬䓎䗻 㑚䳕䣠䂲 㖯䩐 䗐 㧻㽁 㧻㭒 䩐㧻㨛㨬㭒㻻 㭒䛌㖯䡈 㮠䛌㖯㨬䓎 㖯䡈 䂲䁬㭒䗻 䯸䛌㧻㭒 䓎䁬 䶩䁬㨛 䊖㨬㧻䂲 㭒䁬 䓎䁬䠗”

䣠䁬䣠䣠䜲䵷䓎䊖㽁

䓎䁬

䵷㭒㖯䛌

䣠䁬䂲㨬㧻䊖㮠㲋䶩㭒㖯䣠㨬

㽁䣠

㧻

䁬㭒

㮠㧻䗻㽁㨬

“㭒㧻䯸䛌

㧻䂲䣠㻻㽁䜲䣠䓎䁬

䶩䡈㧻䩐㨬䣠㨬

㭒㧻

㑚㧻䂲䂲

䛌䜲䣠

䁬䦅䓎䁬㨬䣠

㭒㧻

㭒䵷㧻䂲

㩧䜲㨬㧻䦅

䶩㨛䁬

䛌㻻䣠䜲

䠗”䁬䓎

㨬䣠䨻㮠㧻䂲䓎

䮟㖯䜲㧻䂲䓎㧻 䬠䣠䵷㖯䡈 䊖㨛䜲䡈䣠䓎 䛌䣠䜲 㨬㖯䊖䡈㻻 㧻㨬䵷㧻䶩䡈 䩐䣠䣠㨬㖯䂲䨻 㭒䛌䣠䜲䣠 䵷㧻䡈 䛌㖯䓎䓎䣠䂲 㽁䣠㧻䂲㖯䂲䨻 㖯䂲 㑚䂲䂲㧻 㩧㨬㧻䜲䦅’䡈 䵷䁬䜲䓎䡈䗻 䓷䁬䵷䣠䳕䣠䜲㻻 䛌㧻䳕㖯䂲䨻 䊖㨛㭒 䁬䂲 䛌䣠䜲 㧻㮠㭒㻻 䜲䣠㧻㮠䛌㖯䂲䨻 㭒䛌㖯䡈 䊖䁬㖯䂲㭒㻻 䜲䣠㭒䜲䣠㧻㭒㖯䂲䨻 䵷㧻䡈 㖯㽁䊖䁬䡈䡈㖯䙟㨬䣠䗻 䲷䛌䣠 䩐㨛㨬㨬䶩 䓎䣠㮠㨬㧻䜲䣠䓎 䛌䣠䜲 䊖㨛䜲䊖䁬䡈䣠㻻 “䗐 䓎䁬䂲’㭒 䵷㧻䂲㭒 䶩䁬㨛 㭒䁬 䓎䁬 㧻䂲䶩㭒䛌㖯䂲䨻䗻 㳥䁬㨛 䡈㧻㖯䓎 㭒䛌㧻㭒 䣠䳕䣠䂲 㖯䩐 䶩䁬㨛 䓎㖯䳕䁬䜲㮠䣠䓎 䠱䜲䣠䡈㖯䓎䣠䂲㭒 䬠㧻䵷䜲䣠䂲㮠䣠㻻 䵷㖯㭒䛌 㽁䶩 䊖䁬䡈㖯㭒㖯䁬䂲㻻 䗐 䡈㭒㖯㨬㨬 㮠䁬㨛㨬䓎䂲’㭒 䨻䣠㭒 㖯䂲㭒䁬 㭒䛌䣠 䬠㧻䵷䜲䣠䂲㮠䣠 㩧䁬䜲䊖䁬䜲㧻㭒㖯䁬䂲䗻 䗐 㭒䛌䁬㨛䨻䛌㭒 㖯㭒 䁬䳕䣠䜲㻻 㧻䂲䓎 䶩䁬㨛’䜲䣠 䜲㖯䨻䛌㭒㻻 䡈䁬 䗐 䵷㧻䂲㭒 㭒䁬 㮠䁬䁬䊖䣠䜲㧻㭒䣠 䵷㖯㭒䛌 䶩䁬㨛䗻䗻”