Blind Girl Mr R
Episode 1's

A beautiful girl walked gracefully with her black umbrella, yes this morning was indeed gloomy since the drizzle was relentlessly pouring into the city of C.

Splash..

A black car drove past a sizable puddle of water.

"Hmmp. shit," said the girl. He stopped, his pale hands wiping his sleeves and his long wet black hair.

The woman with long hair who had been draped accelerated, with a stick at her command. The girl walked towards a flower shop not far from her standing now.

Ting..Ting.

A large golden bell rang, each time the glass door opened. The girl in the gray dress pushed, slowly the glass door with her pale hands.

"Welcome" greeted a tall woman.

"Ah .. You're Rea, why are you soaking wet?" ask a woman while running to her best friend. Seeing the woman soaking wet, he grabbed the towel on the cashier's door hanger and gave it to the girl.

"Dry your hair, and quickly go to the upper room I'll make you warm brown" Mella said.

"Hmm." Rea replied briefly. Grabbing her wand, Rea walked slowly down the room towards the stairs upstairs.

"Mel.please take my umbrella left outside, please," Rea shouted without stopping her steps towards the room.

"Yes, it's a bawel."

The tall-looking girl put her cup back. With a little run he went outside his flower shop.

Mella waved the black umbrella before putting it into the umbrella rack behind the door. After that he went back to the kitchen, to mix two warm chocolates.

Slowly Rea went down the stairs. Even if the girl can't see. However, he could well do every thing like a normal person in general.

Mella placed two glasses of warm chocolate on the table and walked over to Rea who was walking towards her. Gently the girl pulled the hand of her best friend.

"Sit down" said Mella as she pulled the chair with one hand.

"Thank you, Mel." Rea touched the chair, then takedown his butt.

"Hem." Mella sips warm chocolate, which warms her body.

Rea's pale lentic hand touched the table in front of him, until he finally touched the warm cup. Rea slowly brought the glass closer to his nose. A sweet brown fragrance burst into his sense of smell, a smile rising on his tiny lips.

"Man, don't you have any other color clothes? are you not bored? you're a rich grandma granny if you keep wearing that color!" sindir Mela while sipping her warm chocolate.

Mandy has changed her clothes. But he was wearing the same color, with the clothes he was wearing. Only the details of the lace on the bottom of the mini dress and the wrinkles on the arms alone distinguish. That ash color that Mandy always wears.

"Yes yes I hope he will find you soon, you've been waiting for 12 years

I don't know who you're waiting for" said Mella half-souched with her stubborn best friend.

Mandy just stood still and enjoyed the flow of every drop of sky water that seemed to represent her day. His hopes of meeting the little prince never receded, despite his present limitations.

*****

Elsewhere a man sat in his great chair, looking out at a glass of wine in his hand. I don't know what's on his mind.

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"Master. The big lady is dead" said a man wearing a pitch black suit typical of grieving people.

"Good, then what else?" replied The man is flat. A slanted smile rose on his lips.

"Great master, would like to meet you." continued the assistant without changing the position of his lowered head.

"Ck. Don't call him that. He's nothing more than a leech, disgusting!" jolt the man.

The man stiffened his jaw. His chest rumbled every time he heard the name of a traitor who had been in his pet.

"Pardon me sir." replied the assistant stuttering.

"Let him see me. I want to know what the trash wants to say "he said.

"Okay sir, then excuse me." said the assistant respectfully, then left the room.

The man leaned his body on the sofa, while throwing a rough breath. Randall gulped down the wine that had not been touched by his hand.

"We'll see who's gonna be ruined, Jun Matsumo you or me."

His eyes were sharpening, red and full of anger. The glass of wine was now crumpled in his grasp. Maybe if anyone saw him now he would die standing because the eyes were so dark full of anger and hatred.

"Randall.. Randall ... Get out you jerk!" a man who was no longer young shouted, rampaging in front of an office. He is none other than Jun Matsumo.

Some security guards have been holding him.Will but he continues to thrash his power is quite strong. Until the guards felt overwhelmed.

"Let go. he let her in." Vin ordered.

The guards let go of their hold. Tidying up Jun's suit darted in, half running towards the elevator directly pressing the number 31. A floor dedicated to the President, and the company officials. The lift was slow for him, he was stomping his legs impatiently, eyes reddened and puffy, hair random scramble, appearance amazingly tangled, really like not Jun.

"Hurry up to the bottom of the goddamn elevator" said Jun, at the walking iron box.