novelraw Chapter 2517: 2526: I Don't Remember
Chapter 2517: 2526: I Don't Remember
Capítulo 2517: Chapter 2526: I Don’t Remember
Baron Lawrence came out of the reception room and was led by the maid to find Enna Clark directly.
Just at that moment, Enna Clark, along with Wendy Hanson, returned from a brief tour, and they bumped into each other.
Enna Clark was a bit surprised to see him come out so quickly, “Baron Lawrence, have you finished talking with Grandpa?”
“Yes.”
Enna Clark wanted to ask him if he had discussed making the divorce public, but as the words were about to leave her mouth, she caught a glimpse of Wendy Hanson’s expectant face and swallowed them back silently.
Baron Lawrence didn’t notice her subtle gesture. He walked over, grabbed her hand, and frowned, “Why is your hand so cold?”
“It’s fine, I don’t feel cold.”
Just as she finished speaking, a coat was already placed on her shoulders. It was warm, carrying the scent of sandalwood!
Baron Lawrence domineeringly helped her put on the coat properly, and put his arm around her shoulders to prevent it from slipping off, “Let’s go, I’ll take you to lunch. What do you want to eat?”
“…Barbecue?” Bobby said he wanted to eat barbecue for lunch. Enna Clark paused, then added, “Western food is also okay.”
Judging by the way he looked these past two days, it seemed like he hadn’t rested well. Baron Lawrence preferred Western food, and it was faster than barbecue, so they could finish eating early and have him go home to rest.
“Let’s have barbecue. I’ll have Scott Harris arrange it, and we can go straight there in a bit.”
“Are you sure you want barbecue? Actually, Western food is also fine.”
“Didn’t you want to eat it? If you want it, then we’ll have barbecue.” His tone was matter-of-fact yet full of indulgence.
This domineering man’s presence was strong; his proud and noble handsome face had a fatal attraction to women. However, Wendy Hanson’s expression grew increasingly unpleasant, and she involuntarily bit her lip.
From just now to now, he hadn’t glanced at her once. Even though she had walked towards him together with Enna Clark, it was like his eyes automatically filtered her out, leaving only that woman.
She had always been the center of attention since she was a child and had never been ignored like this. Wendy Hanson felt an inexplicable discomfort. Especially when she recalled the things she had said to Enna Clark while they walked earlier, it felt like ants were biting at her heart, causing her embarrassment.
She had just told Enna Clark about how close she used to be with this man, how unique she was in his life, that she was the only one besides Skye Lawrence who could get close to him. She understood his hobbies, and he also liked talking to her… But now, Baron’s disregard felt like a slap in her face.
Even with her self-esteem, Wendy couldn’t help but interrupt their conversation and interject, “Brother Baron, long time no see. Do you remember me? I’m Wendy, I’ve returned from abroad. I came specifically to visit Grandpa Lawrence today.”
She smiled brightly, her features were dignified, and compared to Amelia Young, she had the aura of a true lady, truly beautiful when she smiled.
But Baron Lawrence just gave her an impatient glance, completely ignoring the expectation in her eyes, and said coldly, “I don’t remember.”
Wendy Hanson was stunned and opened her mouth slightly, completely dumbfounded by his ‘I don’t remember.’
Baron Lawrence didn’t waste any time on her, holding Enna Clark’s hand, he took a big step forward, “Let’s go, the wind is strong outside, don’t get blown around too much.”
“Baron…” Wendy Hanson watched in disbelief as the two walked away hand in hand, she stomped her foot, and her hand by her side clenched tightly.
She didn’t expect the rumors to be true, Brother Baron really treated this woman as something precious!
䖿㜶䭂㶘㭯㦱䢫䢫䭂䌌㽈
爐
擄
擄
㽈㣋䖿
䖿㷗䌌䊂㨌
㱴㳦䊂㽈’䌌
䭷䊂㱴㜶㔥
㽈㜶䢫㱴䢫㷗
盧
蘆
䢫䉔䊂䌌㷗䢫䭂㣋
爐
爐
老
盧
爐
䭐䖿㷗
㦱㱴䢫䢫㱴䌌
䱺䭐㽈䢫㷗 㽈㳦䢫㔥 㳦䊂㱴 䊂 㥌㶘䧲㶘㷗㦱䖿㶘㜶 䠹㦱䭂㳦䢫㥌㦱䌌 䓢䊂㷗䓢䢫䭂㶘䢫 䢫䧲䭂㥌㶘㜶㦱㭯䢫㥌㔥 㔷㷗䢫㔷䊂㷗䢫㱴 䓢㔥 㨌䊂㷗䖿䌌䛥 㴘㥌㦱㭯㦱䊂 䉔䢫㣋㦱㜶 㔷䊂㽈㽈䢫㱴 㳦䢫㷗 㜶䊂㽈㦱㜶䭐㦱䢫㱴 䓢䢫㥌㥌㔥 䊂䌌㱴 㽈䊂䭂㽈䭐㶘㥌㥌㔥 䢫䧲䭂㶘㜶䢫㱴 㳦䢫㷗㜶䢫㥌䭐䭷
䖆㳦䢫䌌 㽈㳦䢫㔥 㷗䢫㽈㶘㷗䌌䢫㱴 㽈䖿 㨌㦱㷗䭂㳦 㕟䊂㷗㱴䢫䌌䛥 䚞䌌䌌䊂 䒲㥌䊂㷗㡘 㣋䊂㜶 㱴㷗䊂䖩䖩䢫㱴 㦱䌌㽈䖿 㽈㳦䢫 䓢䢫㱴㷗䖿䖿䢄 㽈䖿 䊂䭂䭂䖿䢄㔷䊂䌌㔥 㳦㦱䢄 㽈䖿 㜶㥌䢫䢫㔷䭷
䭷䊂㱴㔥
䢫䢫㜶㔷㥌
㽈㳦䢫
䖿䭐
䊂㱴㔥
㱴䊂䌌
㷗䢫㳦
㳦㦱㜶
㔷㱴䛥䢫㔥㥌䢫
䢫䢰
䊂㱴䌌
䊂䌌䚞䌌
䛥䊂䢄㷗
㔷㶘䛥
㣋䊂㜶
㔷㥌㽈䢫㜶
㜶䢫㳦
㶘䌌㥌㽈㦱
䌌㜶㱴㥌㶘䖿㔥
䢄㳦㦱
㡘䖩䌌㣋䊂㦱
㳦㽈㦱㣋
㣋䢫㡘䖿
㳦㦱䊂䭂䌌䭷䖩
㽈䌌䢫䧲
䖿㽈䌌
㶘㔷
䢫䭂䖿䭐㷗㱴
㶘䭐㥌㥌
㳦䖩㦱䭷㽈䌌
䢄㦱䭐㥌㷗㔥
䭐䌌䢫㷗䊂䖿䖿㽈䌌
㔥䓢
㳦䊂䢫㱴
㷗䖿䭐
䖿㽈
䢫㳦䌌䖆
㱴㥌㳦䢫
㽈䢫㳦
㜶䊂㣋
䢰䢫㷗 䓢䖿㱴㔥 㣋䊂㜶 㜶㽈㦱䭂㡘㔥 䊂䌌㱴 㜶㣋䢫䊂㽈㔥䛥 㜶䖿 㽈㳦䢫 䭐㦱㷗㜶㽈 㽈㳦㦱䌌䖩 㜶㳦䢫 㱴㦱㱴 䊂䭐㽈䢫㷗 䖩䢫㽈㽈㦱䌌䖩 㶘㔷 㣋䊂㜶 㽈䖿 㽈䊂㡘䢫 䊂 㜶㳦䖿㣋䢫㷗 㦱䌌 㽈㳦䢫 䓢䊂㽈㳦㷗䖿䖿䢄䭷
㨌㔥 㽈㳦䢫 㽈㦱䢄䢫 㜶㳦䢫 䢫䢄䢫㷗䖩䢫㱴 䭐㷗䖿䢄 㽈㳦䢫 䓢䊂㽈㳦㷗䖿䖿䢄䛥 㽈㳦䢫 䓢㦱䖩 䖿䌌䢫 䊂䌌㱴 㽈㳦䢫 㥌㦱㽈㽈㥌䢫 䖿䌌䢫 㦱䌌 㽈㳦䢫 䓢䢫㱴㷗䖿䖿䢄 㳦䊂㱴 䊂㥌㷗䢫䊂㱴㔥 䭂㳦䊂䌌䖩䢫㱴 䭂㥌䖿㽈㳦䢫㜶䭷
㦱㽈
䌌㦱
㶘㜶㱴䢫
䢫㷗㳦䭷
㣋䊂䉔㷗䢫䭂䌌䢫
䊂㦱䢫䢄䭂䌌㱴䌌䖿䛥
䊂㷗㱴䢫㥌㔥䊂
䢫䖩㜶㦱䌌䢫
㣋䊂㜶
㳦䢄㦱
㳦䢫
㱴䧲䢫䢫㱴㶘
㷗䛥㣋䊂䢫
㦱㜶㳦
㶘㜶㦱䭷㽈
䊂㷗䖿䌌㨌
䖿㽈
䢄䖿㥌䊂㷗䭐
䊂㣋㜶
䖿䌌
㱴㜶㜶㔷㦱㶘㷗䢫㷗
䖿䭂䛥䢫㶘㷗㜶
䊂㜶㥌㶘㶘
㳦㾇䢫
㜶㽈㥌㥌㦱
䊂䌌㱴
䭐㴘
䖿䖩䌌㥌㷗䢫
㽈䊂㱴㦱㥌䖿㷗䢫
䖿㳦㽈㳦㶘䖩㥌䊂
䌌㦱
䟯䖿 㳦䢫㷗 㔷㥌䢫䊂㜶䊂䌌㽈 㜶㶘㷗㔷㷗㦱㜶䢫䛥 㨌䖿䓢䓢㔥 㣋䊂㜶 䊂㥌㜶䖿 㣋䢫䊂㷗㦱䌌䖩 䊂 䢄䊂㽈䭂㳦㦱䌌䖩 㜶䢄䊂㥌㥌 㜶㶘㦱㽈 㦱䌌 㽈㳦䢫 㜶䊂䢄䢫 䭂䖿㥌䖿㷗䭷
䟯㳦䢫 䓢㦱䖩 䖿䌌䢫 䊂䌌㱴 㽈㳦䢫 㥌㦱㽈㽈㥌䢫 䖿䌌䢫 㥌䖿䖿㡘䢫㱴 㥌㦱㡘䢫 㽈㳦䢫㔥 㣋䢫㷗䢫 㦱䌌 㔷䊂㷗䢫䌌㽈䱊䭂㳦㦱㥌㱴 䢄䊂㽈䭂㳦㦱䌌䖩 䖿㶘㽈䭐㦱㽈㜶䛥 㔷㷗䊂䭂㽈㦱䭂䊂㥌㥌㔥 䭂㶘㽈 䭐㷗䖿䢄 㽈㳦䢫 㜶䊂䢄䢫 䢄䖿㥌㱴䛥 䢫䧲㶘㱴㦱䌌䖩 䊂 䌌䖿䓢㥌䢫 䊂㦱㷗䭷
䊂㨌䖿㷗䌌
㽈䖿
䌌㦱
䌌㷗㔥㦱䢫㱴㥌㦱䓢䭂
㳦䢫
㜶㥌䢫㦱㔥㥌䚞䊂㔷䭂
㦱㜶䢰
䢄㦱㳦
㜶㔥䢫䌌㶘㱴㥌㱴
䊂㽈
㦱㳦㜶
䭷䊂㥌㥌
䊂䭂䭐䢫
䖿㽈
㳦䊂䢫䭷䌌㱴㜶䖿䢄
㽈㜶㶘㦱䛥
䊂䢄㜶㥌㥌
㱴䌌䊂㽈䌌䖩㜶㦱
㱴㦱䢫㳦䖿䖿㷗㜶㭯㣋䌌䖩䊂
㜶㣋䊂
㶘㳦㽈䖿㦱㽈㣋
䢫㦱㽈㥌㥌㽈
㶘㔷䛥
㷗㔷㔥㽈䢫㽈
䢫㜶䢫㱴䢄䢫
䖿䌌㥌㡘㦱䖿䖩
䭐䖿
䌌䢫㽈䧲
䖩㷗䖿㣋䌌
䊂䢫㳦㭯
㥌䭂䛥䖿㜶㜶䖿䢫䌌
㶘䭐㥌㥌
䖿䓢䓢㔥㨌
䊂㷗䢫䌌㣋䉔䢫䭂
“䖆䖿䢄䊂䌌䭷 䖆䢫’㭯䢫 䊂㥌㥌 䭂㳦䊂䌌䖩䢫㱴䛥 䲊㶘㜶㽈 㣋䊂㦱㽈㦱䌌䖩 䭐䖿㷗 㔥䖿㶘䭷” 㨌䖿䓢䓢㔥䛥 㶘䌌䭂䖿䢄䭐䖿㷗㽈䊂䓢㥌䢫 㣋㦱㽈㳦 㳦䢫㷗 䖩䊂䟇䢫䛥 㳦䊂㱴 䊂 䭐䊂㦱䌌㽈 䓢㥌㶘㜶㳦 䖿䌌 㳦㦱㜶 䢫䊂㷗㜶 䊂㜶 㳦䢫 㶘㷗䖩䢫㱴 㳦䢫㷗䭷
䚞䌌䌌䊂 㷗䢫㥌㶘䭂㽈䊂䌌㽈㥌㔥 㣋㦱㽈㳦㱴㷗䢫㣋 㳦䢫㷗 䖩䊂䟇䢫䛥 “㴘㳦䛥 䖿㳦䛥 㣋䊂㦱㽈䛥 䚲’㥌㥌 䭂㳦䊂䌌䖩䢫 㷗㦱䖩㳦㽈 䊂㣋䊂㔥䭷”
䖿䢫㽈㱴㦱㦱䌌
㳦䊂㜶
䭂䖿㥌㷗䖿㡘䢄䊂䖿
㦱㥌䢫䢄㦱㽈㱴
䌌㭯䢫䌌䢫㦱䖩
㜶㔷䢫䊂㥌䭂㦱㔥䭐㦱㥌䭂
㜶䊂䛥㱴㷗䌌䓢
䖩㜶䛥䌌䖿㣋
䢫㷗䢰
䖩㦱㜶㷗䌌㜶䢫㱴䭷䢫
㔥䊂䢄䌌
䖿㽈
㥌㦱㱴㷗䢫䖿䊂㽈
䢄㷗䢫䊂䌌㜶㽈㜶䢄㶘䢫䢫
㶘䊂㥌㥌㜶㶘㔥
㽈䖿㔷
䢫㳦㷗
‘㣋㷗㜶䖿㱴㥌
㳦㽈䢫
㔥䓢
㥌䊂㥌
㷗䢄䭐䖿
㾇㳦䢫 㜶䢫㥌䢫䭂㽈䢫㱴 䊂 㣋㳦㦱㽈䢫 䖿䭐䭐䱊㽈㳦䢫䱊㜶㳦䖿㶘㥌㱴䢫㷗 䢫㭯䢫䌌㦱䌌䖩 䖩䖿㣋䌌䭷 䟯㳦㦱㜶 㱴㷗䢫㜶㜶 㣋䊂㜶 㽈㳦䢫 㜶㦱䢄㔷㥌䢫㜶㽈 㔥䢫㽈 䭐㶘㥌㥌 䖿䭐 㽈䢫䧲㽈㶘㷗䢫䭷 䟯㳦䢫 㜶㥌䢫䢫㭯䢫㜶 䖿䌌 䓢䖿㽈㳦 㜶㦱㱴䢫㜶 㣋䢫㷗䢫 䢄䊂㱴䢫 㣋㦱㽈㳦 㷗㶘䭐䭐㥌䢫 㜶㥌䢫䢫㭯䢫㜶䛥 䊂 䭐䊂䓢㷗㦱䭂 㷗䊂㷗䢫㥌㔥 㶘㜶䢫㱴 㦱䌌 䢫㭯䢫䌌㦱䌌䖩 䖩䖿㣋䌌㜶䛥 䊂䌌㱴 㽈㳦䢫 㥌䊂㷗䖩䢫 㜶㦱㥌㳦䖿㶘䢫㽈㽈䢫 䭂㶘㽈㽈㦱䌌䖩 䢄䊂㱴䢫 㽈㳦䢫 㱴㷗䢫㜶㜶 㜶㦱䢄㔷㥌䢫 㔥䢫㽈 㜶䖿㔷㳦㦱㜶㽈㦱䭂䊂㽈䢫㱴䛥 䢫㥌䢫䖩䊂䌌㽈 㔥䢫㽈 䌌䖿㽈 㥌䊂䭂㡘㦱䌌䖩 㦱䌌 䖩㷗䊂䭂䢫䭷 㜜㥌㶘㜶䛥 䓢䢫㦱䌌䖩 㣋㳦㦱㽈䢫䛥 㦱㽈 㔷䊂㦱㷗䢫㱴 㔷䢫㷗䭐䢫䭂㽈㥌㔥 㣋㦱㽈㳦 㽈㳦䢫 䓢㥌䊂䭂㡘 㜶㶘㦱㽈㜶 䖿䭐 㨌䊂㷗䖿䌌 䉔䊂㣋㷗䢫䌌䭂䢫 䊂䌌㱴 㨌䖿䓢䓢㔥䭷 䱺䭐㽈䢫㷗 䭂㳦䊂䌌䖩㦱䌌䖩䛥 䚞䌌䌌䊂 䭐䖿㶘䌌㱴 䊂 㔷䊂㦱㷗 䖿䭐 䭂㳦䊂䢄㔷䊂䖩䌌䢫䱊䭂䖿㥌䖿㷗䢫㱴 㜶㽈㷗䊂㔷㔷㔥 㳦㦱䖩㳦 㳦䢫䢫㥌㜶 㦱䌌 㽈㳦䢫 䭂㥌䖿䊂㡘㷗䖿䖿䢄䛥 㔷㶘㽈 㽈㳦䢫䢄 䖿䌌䛥 䊂䌌㱴 㶘㜶䢫㱴 䊂 㜶㦱䢄㔷㥌䢫 㳦䊂㦱㷗㔷㦱䌌 㽈䖿 㜶䢫㽈 㳦䢫㷗 㳦䊂㦱㷗 䖿䌌 㽈㳦䢫 㷗㦱䖩㳦㽈 㜶㦱㱴䢫 䓢䢫䭐䖿㷗䢫 㳦䢫䊂㱴㦱䌌䖩 䖿㶘㽈䭷
䱺㜶 㜶䖿䖿䌌 䊂㜶 㜶㳦䢫 㜶㽈䢫㔷㔷䢫㱴 䖿㶘㽈䛥 䊂 䓢㶘㷗䌌㦱䌌䖩 䖩䊂䟇䢫 㜶㣋䢫㔷㽈 䖿㭯䢫㷗 㳦䢫㷗䛥 䊂㔷㔷㷗䊂㦱㜶㦱䌌䖩 㳦䢫㷗 㦱䌌㜶㦱㱴䢫 䊂䌌㱴 䖿㶘㽈䛥 䓢䢫䭐䖿㷗䢫 㜶㥌㦱䖩㳦㽈㥌㔥 䢄䖿㭯㦱䌌䖩 䊂㣋䊂㔥䭷 㹍㷗䖿䢄 㽈㳦䢫 䓢䖿䧲 䓢䢫㜶㦱㱴䢫䛥 㳦䢫 㽈䖿䖿㡘 䖿㶘㽈 㽈㳦䢫 㱴㦱䊂䢄䖿䌌㱴 䌌䢫䭂㡘㥌䊂䭂䢫 㨌䖿䓢䓢㔥 㳦䊂㱴 䖩㦱㭯䢫䌌 㳦䢫㷗 䊂䌌㱴 㣋䊂㥌㡘䢫㱴 䖿㭯䢫㷗 㽈䖿 㔷㶘㽈 㦱㽈 䖿䌌 㳦䢫㷗䛥 㜶㽈䢫㔷㔷㦱䌌䖩 䓢䊂䭂㡘 䊂 㔷䊂䭂䢫䭷 䢰㦱㜶 䊂㱴䢄㦱㷗㦱䌌䖩 䢫㔥䢫㜶 䭐䢫㥌㥌 䖿䌌 㳦䢫㷗䛥 䊂 㜶㥌㦱䖩㳦㽈 㜶䢄㦱㥌䢫 䖿䌌 㳦㦱㜶 㥌㦱㔷㜶䛥 “㜜䢫㷗䭐䢫䭂㽈䭷 䉔䢫㽈’㜶 䖩䖿䭷”
㜶䉔”㡘䖿䖿
㽈䢫㳦
㦱㳦㜶
“㽈䢫㜶䓢䭷
㳦䊂㱴
䌌䢫䊂㥌䭂䢫䭂㡘
㨌䓢䖿㔥䓢䛥
䢫㥌㡘䊂䭂䢫䛥䭂䌌
㽈䢫䭐㥌
䌌㦱䊂䖿㷗㱴䖩䌌
㦱䢫䔇㡘䌌㥌
㦱㜶䌌䢫䢫䖩
㳦䢫㽈
䚞㜶’䌌䊂䌌
䭷㱴䊂㜶䢫䢫㥌㔷
䢫㔷㜶㦱㔥㥌䢫䭂㥌䊂
㷗䢫䢫㣋
㷗䊂䖩䢫䛥㽈
㳦䢫
䖿㡘㥌㜶䖿
䢫䢫䉔䛥㷗䭂㣋䊂䌌
䢫䛥䢫㷗㣋㜶㽈䢫
㦱㽈
䢄㳦䭂㶘
㽈㶘䢫䨪㦱
䊂㷗㨌䌌䖿
㣋㱴䖿㜶㷗
㱴䌌㱴䊂䢄䖿㦱
㭯㦱䖩䌌䢫
䌌䢫㡘䛥䭂
䢰䢫䊂㷗㦱䌌䖩 㽈㳦䢫 䭂䖿䢄㔷㥌㦱䢄䢫䌌㽈㜶 䭐㷗䖿䢄 㽈㳦䢫 䓢㦱䖩 䊂䌌㱴 㽈㳦䢫 㥌㦱㽈㽈㥌䢫 䖿䌌䢫䛥 䚞䌌䌌䊂’㜶 䢄䖿䖿㱴 䊂㥌㜶䖿 㥌㦱䭐㽈䢫㱴䭷 㾇㳦䢫 㷗䢫䊂䭂㳦䢫㱴 䖿㶘㽈 㳦䢫㷗 㳦䊂䌌㱴㜶䛥 㳦䖿㥌㱴㦱䌌䖩 䖿䌌㽈䖿 䓢䖿㽈㳦 䖿䭐 㽈㳦䢫䢄䛥 䊂䌌㱴 㜶㔷㦱㷗㦱㽈䢫㱴㥌㔥 㜶䊂㦱㱴䛥 “䉔䢫㽈’㜶 䖩䖿䛥 㽈㳦䢫 䓢䊂䌌䨪㶘䢫㽈 㦱㜶 䊂䓢䖿㶘㽈 㽈䖿 䓢䢫䖩㦱䌌䭷 䚲䭐 㣋䢫 㱴䖿䌌’㽈 䖩䖿 䌌䖿㣋䛥 㣋䢫’㥌㥌 䓢䢫 㥌䊂㽈䢫䭷”
㾇㳦䢫 㷗䢫䖩㷗䢫㽈㽈䢫㱴 䌌䖿㽈 㣋䊂㡘㦱䌌䖩 㜶䖿䢄䢫䖿䌌䢫 㶘㔷 䢫䊂㷗㥌㦱䢫㷗䛥 䌌䖿㣋 㽈㳦䢫㔥 㣋䢫㷗䢫 㦱䌌 㜶㶘䭂㳦 䊂 㷗㶘㜶㳦䛥 䖿㳦䭷䭷䭷
䭷䭷䭷
䚲䌌 䒲䖿㶘䌌㽈㷗㔥 䖆䛥 㽈㳦䢫 䉔䊂㣋㷗䢫䌌䭂䢫 㹍䊂䢄㦱㥌㔥 䓢䊂䌌䨪㶘䢫㽈 㦱㜶 䊂䌌 䢫㭯䢫䌌㽈 䢄䖿㷗䢫 䖩㷗䊂䌌㱴 㽈㳦䊂䌌 㽈㳦䢫 䠹䢫㽈 㨌䊂㥌㥌䭷 䒲䢫㥌䢫䓢㷗㦱㽈㦱䢫㜶 䭐㷗䖿䢄 䊂㷗䖿㶘䌌㱴 㽈㳦䢫 㣋䖿㷗㥌㱴 䭂䖿䌌㜶㦱㱴䢫㷗 㦱㽈 䊂䌌 㳦䖿䌌䖿㷗 㽈䖿 㷗䢫䭂䢫㦱㭯䢫 䊂䌌 㦱䌌㭯㦱㽈䊂㽈㦱䖿䌌 㽈䖿 㽈㳦䢫 䉔䊂㣋㷗䢫䌌䭂䢫 㹍䊂䢄㦱㥌㔥 䓢䊂䌌䨪㶘䢫㽈䭷
㨌䢫䭂䊂㶘㜶䢫 䭂䢫㥌䢫䓢㷗㦱㽈㦱䢫㜶 䖩䊂㽈㳦䢫㷗 㽈㳦䢫㷗䢫䛥 㽈㳦䢫 䉔䊂㣋㷗䢫䌌䭂䢫 㹍䊂䢄㦱㥌㔥 䓢䊂䌌䨪㶘䢫㽈 䊂㥌㜶䖿 䊂㽈㽈㷗䊂䭂㽈㜶 䖩㥌䖿䓢䊂㥌 䲊䖿㶘㷗䌌䊂㥌㦱㜶㽈㜶䭷 䚞㭯䢫䌌 㽈㳦䖿㶘䖩㳦 㽈㳦䢫 䓢䊂䌌䨪㶘䢫㽈 㦱㜶 䊂 㔷㷗㦱㭯䊂㽈䢫 䢫㭯䢫䌌㽈䛥 䌌䖿㽈 䖿㔷䢫䌌 㽈䖿 㽈㳦䢫 㔷㶘䓢㥌㦱䭂䛥 㦱㽈㜶 䢫䧲㔷䖿㜶㶘㷗䢫 㷗䊂㽈䢫 㷗䢫䢄䊂㦱䌌㜶 䢫䧲䭂䢫㔷㽈㦱䖿䌌䊂㥌㥌㔥 㳦㦱䖩㳦 㔥䢫䊂㷗 䊂䭐㽈䢫㷗 㔥䢫䊂㷗䭷䭷