Chapter 1765: 427: Experiment successful, crying and expressing regret!
Eva Webster's statement left both Olivia Armstrong and William Astir stunned.
Isla Astir had gone out with Mandel Thompson, and Eva Webster wanted to follow them. What did that mean?
Wasn't that just asking for trouble?
Olivia glanced at Eva, her eyes filled with confusion.
Eva wasn't usually like this!
What was going on now?
Olivia frowned unnoticeably.
Without waiting for Isla Astir to speak, Eva looked at Isla again and asked, "Can Isla come?"
Isla responded with a faint smile, her words as tactful as possible, "Second cousin, I'm going out with Brother Thompson to handle some work-related matters."
Hearing this, Eva sneered internally.
Didn't Isla have any sense?
Whom had Mandel Thompson come for, did she not have a clue in her heart?
Mandel Thompson hadn't even spoken yet, and she was in such a hurry to refuse. What did that mean?
Such a person!
She was the epitome of a hypocrite.
She should look in the mirror and see herself.
It would be strange if Mandel Thompson fancied her kind of little hypocrite.
Eva simply couldn't understand.
Why did such women even exist in the world?
And oddly enough, this kind of woman was her own cousin.
Eva felt a surge of anger building inside her.
She was too embarrassed to ask Mandel directly, so she could only say, "Well, then, we'll go out together next time."
Isla nodded, "Then we'll be leaving first."
Mandel Thompson turned and continued to greet the Astir's parents, "Uncle, Aunt, goodbye."
"Goodbye," Olivia and William sent them to the entrance of the apartment building.
Eva watched their figures through the floor-to-ceiling windows, her eyes brimming with scorn.
Look at William Astir and Olivia Armstrong's couple.
If someone didn't know better, they might think Mandel Thompson was Isla's boyfriend!
Little did they know, even if Isla threw herself at Mandel, he wouldn't spare her a second glance.
Eva bit her lip, eyes full of resentment.
Just wait.
When she and Mandel Thompson cemented their relationship, she would definitely make Isla pay!
At the thought of that time, the expression in Eva's eyes turned to one of smug satisfaction.
A moment later, Olivia and William returned from outside.
Eva deliberately said, "Uncle, Aunt, it seems like Isla and Mr. Thompson are about to tie the knot."
The higher the hopes, the greater the disappointment.
When Isla fails to cling to the tall branch that was Mandel Thompson, wouldn't her aunt and uncle, who were so eager to see their daughter succeed, be infuriated?
Eva couldn't wait to see the disappointed faces of Olivia and William.
The scene was bound to be quite spectacular.
Upon hearing this, Olivia said, "We're still not at that point, they just went out to discuss a collaboration."
Eva sneered inside.
Discuss a collaboration?
It was just an excuse for Mandel to see her.
Who knew Isla could be so oblivious to the situation!
She couldn't even distinguish the primary from the secondary!
Eva turned to Olivia and continued, "Aunt, you don't understand, do you? All romances start with a collaboration. Isla is so beautiful, capable, and virtuous. Where could you find such a good girl in today's society?"
Which mother didn't like hearing their daughter praised?
Olivia naturally liked to listen.
And in Olivia's eyes, Isla was indeed very outstanding: filial, sensible, academically successful, capable at work, and beautiful...
Eva added, "So Aunt, just wait and see, I think the two of them are about to have some happy news."
Happy news was definitely on the way.
But the main character was not Isla Astir.
Eva was curious about what Olivia's expression would be if she found out that she was the main character.
William Astir glanced at Eva without a word.
He couldn't say he liked or disliked his niece Eva.
Eva was shrewd and adept at sizing up others.
When Christina Armstrong was still around, Eva never spoke more than a few courtesy words to her. When they met, it was nothing but pleasantries.
Sensing William's gaze, Eva pressed on, "Uncle, don't you think I'm right?"
William replied, "Matters of fate are predestined. Who can say for sure?"
Eva nodded with a smile, "Uncle, you're right. A match made in heaven is true destiny!"
Only she and Mandel Thompson were meant to be.
Isla was just the other woman.
A delusional home-wrecker!
After speaking, Eva headed back to her room.
Watching Eva's retreating figure, William turned to Olivia and asked in a low voice, "How many days off is Eva taking this time?"
䣋䀑'㶣 㓤㘭䀑 㘭䱗㮱䅤 䫁㘭㳰 䳛䮰㳰 䀑㘭 㮱㛵䰟㮱䅤㶣 䢟㳰㮱䙐 㗽㓤䀑㘭 䀑䳛䮰 㶣㮱䙐䮰 㶣䰑㮱䢟䮰 䰟㗽䀑䳛 䣋㶣㛵㮱 䰦㶣䀑㗽㳰㕣
㽚㐏㮱 䓠䮰䆧㶣䀑䮰㳰䵄 㮱㶣 㮱 䰑䮰㳰㶣㘭㓤䵄 㗽㶣㓤'䀑 䢟㘭䙐䫁㘭㳰䀑㮱䆧㛵䮰 㶣䳛㮱㳰㗽㓤㯉 㮱 䆧䮰㫛 䰟㗽䀑䳛 㘭䀑䳛䮰㳰㶣䟄 㶣㘭䵄 䮰㐏䮰㳰䅤 䀑㗽䙐䮰 㶣䳛䮰 㐏㗽㶣㗽䀑㶣䵄 䣋㶣㛵㮱 䰦㶣䀑㗽㳰 䢟㘭䕊㛵㫛 㘭㓤㛵䅤 㶣㛵䮰䮰䰑 㘭㓤 䀑䳛㮱䀑 㓤㗽㓤䮰䀑䅤㹑䢟䮰㓤䀑㗽䙐䮰䀑䮰㳰 䰟㗽㫛䮰 㶣㗽㓤㯉㛵䮰 䆧䮰㫛㕣
䳛䮰 㓤㘭䀑㗽䢟䮰㫛 䮰㐏䮰㳰䅤䀑䳛㗽㓤㯉 㮱㓤㫛 䫁䮰㛵䀑 䀑䳛䮰 䰑㮱㗽㓤 㗽㓤㶣㗽㫛䮰䟄 䳛䮰 䢟㘭䕊㛵㫛㓤'䀑 䆧䮰㮱㳰 䀑㘭 㶣䮰䮰 䳛㗽㶣 䆧䮰㛵㘭㐏䮰㫛 㫛㮱䕊㯉䳛䀑䮰㳰 䢟䕊㳰㛵䮰㫛 䕊䰑 㘭㓤 㮱 㶣㗽㓤㯉㛵䮰 䆧䮰㫛㕣
㭡㛵㗽㐏㗽㮱 䰦㳰䙐㶣䀑㳰㘭㓤㯉 㶣䳛㘭㘭䱗 䳛䮰㳰 䳛䮰㮱㫛䵄 "䣋 㫛㘭㓤'䀑 䱗㓤㘭䰟㕣"
䐧䳛㳰㗽㶣䀑㗽㓤㮱 䰟㮱㶣 䙐㘭㳰䮰 䰑㘭㛵㗽䀑䮰㕣
䰦䰑䰑㮱㳰䮰㓤䀑㛵䅤䵄 䳛㗽㯉䳛 䮰㫛䕊䢟㮱䀑㗽㘭㓤 㫛㘭䮰㶣㓤'䀑 㓤䮰䢟䮰㶣㶣㮱㳰㗽㛵䅤 䮰䓇䕊㮱䀑䮰 䀑㘭 䳛㗽㯉䳛 䓇䕊㮱㛵㗽䀑䅤㕣
㭡㳰㗽㯉㗽㓤㮱㛵㛵䅤䵄 䓠㗽㛵㛵㗽㮱䙐 䰦㶣䀑㗽㳰 䳛㮱㫛 䫁㘭䕊㓤㫛 㮱 䛗㮱㓤㗽䀑㘭㳰㗽㮱㛵 䛗㘭䆧 㗽㓤 䀑䳛䮰 㫛㗽㶣䀑㳰㗽䢟䀑䵄 䆧䕊䀑 䣋㶣㛵㮱 䰦㶣䀑㗽㳰 㶣䀑㘭䰑䰑䮰㫛 䳛㗽䙐䵄 㶣㘭 㓤㘭䰟 䳛㗽㶣 㫛㮱㗽㛵䅤 㮱䢟䀑㗽㐏㗽䀑㗽䮰㶣 䰟䮰㳰䮰 䰑㛵㮱䅤㗽㓤㯉 䢟㮱㳰㫛㶣 㮱㓤㫛 䰟㮱㛵䱗㗽㓤㯉㕣
"㿬㘭 㮱䳛䮰㮱㫛䵄" 㭡㛵㗽㐏㗽㮱 㓤㘭㫛㫛䮰㫛䵄 "䛗䕊㶣䀑 䙐㮱䱗䮰 㶣䕊㳰䮰 䀑㘭 䢟㘭䙐䮰 䆧㮱䢟䱗 䮰㮱㳰㛵䅤 䫁㘭㳰 㫛㗽㓤㓤䮰㳰㕣"
"䓠䳛㮱䀑 㗽㶣 㗽䀑㐷" 㭡㛵㗽㐏㗽㮱 㓤㮱㳰㳰㘭䰟䮰㫛 䳛䮰㳰 䮰䅤䮰㶣㕣
䓠㗽㛵㛵㗽㮱䙐 䰦㶣䀑㗽㳰 䢟㘭㓤䀑㗽㓤䕊䮰㫛䵄 "㙎㘭䕊 㶣䮰䮰䵄 䀑䳛䮰 㘭㛵㫛 䜗䮰㯉䮰㓤㫛 䐧㛵㮱㓤'㶣 㫛㘭㯉 䛗䕊㶣䀑 䳛㮱㫛 䰑䕊䰑䰑㗽䮰㶣䵄 㮱㓤㫛 䣋 䰟㮱㶣 䀑䳛㗽㓤䱗㗽㓤㯉 䙐㮱䅤䆧䮰 䰟䮰 䢟㘭䕊㛵㫛 䀑㮱䱗䮰 㘭㓤䮰 䳛㘭䙐䮰 䀑㘭 㳰㮱㗽㶣䮰㐷"
"䓵㘭㗌" 㭡㛵㗽㐏㗽㮱 䫁㛵㮱䀑㛵䅤 㳰䮰䫁䕊㶣䮰㫛䵄 "䖥㘭 䅤㘭䕊 䱗㓤㘭䰟 䳛㘭䰟 䙐䕊䢟䳛 䀑㳰㘭䕊䆧㛵䮰 㗽䀑 㗽㶣 䀑㘭 䱗䮰䮰䰑 㮱 㫛㘭㯉㐷 䓠䮰'㳰䮰 㗽㓤 䀑䳛䮰 䢟㗽䀑䅤䵄 㓤㘭䀑 䀑䳛䮰 㐏㗽㛵㛵㮱㯉䮰䵄 䰟䳛䮰㳰䮰 㫛㘭㯉㶣 䢟㮱㓤 㳰䕊㓤 㮱㳰㘭䕊㓤㫛 䫁㳰䮰䮰㛵䅤㗌 䐧㗽䀑䅤 㫛㘭㯉㶣 㓤䮰䮰㫛 䀑㘭 䆧䮰 㐏㮱䢟䢟㗽㓤㮱䀑䮰㫛䵄 㫛䮰䰟㘭㳰䙐䮰㫛䵄 㮱㓤㫛 䮰㐏䮰㓤 䆧㮱䀑䳛䮰㫛㕣 䣋'䙐 㮱㛵㳰䮰㮱㫛䅤 䫁䮰㫛 䕊䰑 䀑㮱䱗㗽㓤㯉 䢟㮱㳰䮰 㘭䫁 䅤㘭䕊 䮰㐏䮰㳰䅤 㫛㮱䅤㗌 䓵㘭䰟 䅤㘭䕊 䰟㮱㓤䀑 䙐䮰 䀑㘭 䀑㮱䱗䮰 䢟㮱㳰䮰 㘭䫁 㮱 㫛㘭㯉 䀑㘭㘭㐷"
㫩䳛䮰 㶣䙐㗽㛵䮰 㐏㮱㓤㗽㶣䳛䮰㫛 㗽㓤㶣䀑㮱㓤䀑㛵䅤 䫁㳰㘭䙐 䓠㗽㛵㛵㗽㮱䙐 䰦㶣䀑㗽㳰'㶣 䫁㮱䢟䮰䵄 "䰦㛵㳰㗽㯉䳛䀑 䀑䳛䮰㓤㕣"
䰦䫁䀑䮰㳰 㮱 䰑㮱䕊㶣䮰䵄 䓠㗽㛵㛵㗽㮱䙐 䰦㶣䀑㗽㳰 㮱㫛㫛䮰㫛䵄 "䣋㶣㛵㮱'㶣 䙐㘭䙐䵄 㗽䫁 䣋 䀑㮱䱗䮰 䢟㮱㳰䮰 㘭䫁 䀑䳛䮰 㫛㘭㯉 䙐䅤㶣䮰㛵䫁 㮱㓤㫛 㫛㘭㓤'䀑 䀑㳰㘭䕊䆧㛵䮰 䅤㘭䕊䵄 䰟㘭䕊㛵㫛 䀑䳛㮱䀑 䆧䮰 㘭䱗㮱䅤㐷"
"䓵㘭㗌" 㭡㛵㗽㐏㗽㮱 䰟㮱㶣 㓤㘭䀑 䫁㘭㓤㫛 㘭䫁 䢟㮱䀑㶣 㮱㓤㫛 㫛㘭㯉㶣䟄 㶣䳛䮰 䫁㘭䕊㓤㫛 䀑䳛䮰䙐 䆧㘭䀑䳛䮰㳰㶣㘭䙐䮰㕣
㭡㛵㗽㐏㗽㮱 㓤㘭㫛㫛䮰㫛㕣
㹑㹑
㫩㘭䰑㹑㛵䮰㐏䮰㛵 䢟㘭㓤䫁䮰㳰䮰㓤䢟䮰 㳰㘭㘭䙐㕣
䣋㶣㛵㮱 䰦㶣䀑㗽㳰 㶣㮱䀑 㮱䀑 䀑䳛䮰 䢟㘭㓤䫁䮰㳰䮰㓤䢟䮰 䀑㮱䆧㛵䮰䵄 㮱㫛䙐㗽㳰㗽㓤㯉 䀑䳛䮰 䙐㮱㓤 䰑㳰䮰㶣䮰㓤䀑㗽㓤㯉 㮱䀑 䀑䳛䮰 䫁㳰㘭㓤䀑㕣
䓠䮰㮱㛵䀑䳛䅤䵄 䳛㮱㓤㫛㶣㘭䙐䮰䵄 䫁㳰㘭䙐 㮱 㫛㗽㶣䀑㗽㓤㯉䕊㗽㶣䳛䮰㫛 䫁㮱䙐㗽㛵䅤㕣
䓵㘭 䰟㘭㓤㫛䮰㳰 䳛䮰 䆧䮰䢟㮱䙐䮰 㘭㓤䮰 㘭䫁 䐧㮱䰑㗽䀑㮱㛵 䐧㗽䀑䅤'㶣 䙐㘭㶣䀑 㶣㘭䕊㯉䳛䀑㹑㮱䫁䀑䮰㳰 䆧㮱䢟䳛䮰㛵㘭㳰㶣㕣
䐧㽚㭡 䐧㘭㘭䰑䮰㳰 㶣㮱㗽㫛䵄 "㨅㗽㶣㶣 䰦㶣䀑㗽㳰'㶣 䰟㘭㳰䱗㶣 㮱㳰䮰 㗽㓤㫛䮰䮰㫛 㐏䮰㳰䅤 㶣䕊㗽䀑㮱䆧㛵䮰 䫁㘭㳰 䀑㳰㮱㓤㶣䫁㘭㳰䙐㗽㓤㯉 㘭㓤㛵㗽㓤䮰 㯉㮱䙐䮰㶣㕣 㕧㘭䰟䮰㐏䮰㳰䵄 䀑䳛䮰䅤 䳛㮱㐏䮰 㛵㗽䙐㗽䀑䮰㫛 㶣䢟㘭䰑䮰 㶣㗽㓤䢟䮰 㶣䳛䮰 㗽㶣 㮱 䙐㮱㓤㯉㮱 㮱㳰䀑㗽㶣䀑 䫁㘭㳰 䰟㘭䙐䮰㓤䵄 㮱㓤㫛 䳛䮰㳰 䙐㮱㗽㓤 㮱䕊㫛㗽䮰㓤䢟䮰 㗽㶣 㓤㮱䀑䕊㳰㮱㛵㛵䅤 䫁䮰䙐㮱㛵䮰䵄 䆧䕊䀑 㮱䢟䢟㘭㳰㫛㗽㓤㯉 䀑㘭 䆧㗽㯉 㫛㮱䀑㮱 㶣䀑㮱䀑㗽㶣䀑㗽䢟㶣䵄 䰟㘭䙐䮰㓤 䙐㮱䱗䮰 䕊䰑 㛵䮰㶣㶣 䀑䳛㮱㓤 㘭㓤䮰 䀑䳛㗽㳰㫛 㘭䫁 㘭㓤㛵㗽㓤䮰 㯉㮱䙐䮰 䰑㛵㮱䅤䮰㳰㶣 䰑䮰㳰 䅤䮰㮱㳰㕣
䤵㮱䕊㶣㗽㓤㯉 䀑䳛䮰㳰䮰䵄 䐧㽚㭡 䐧㘭㘭䰑䮰㳰 䀑㳰㗽䮰㫛 䀑㘭 䆧䮰 䀑㮱䢟䀑䫁䕊㛵䵄 "䣋䫁 㘭䕊㳰 㫛䮰㐏䮰㛵㘭䰑䮰㫛 㘭㓤㛵㗽㓤䮰 㯉㮱䙐䮰㶣 䀑㮱㳰㯉䮰䀑 㘭㓤㛵䅤 䰟㘭䙐䮰㓤䵄 䀑䳛䮰㓤 㗽䀑 㫛䮰䫁䮰㮱䀑㶣 䀑䳛䮰 㘭㳰㗽㯉㗽㓤㮱㛵 䰑䕊㳰䰑㘭㶣䮰 㘭䫁 㘭㓤㛵㗽㓤䮰 㯉㮱䙐䮰㶣㕣 㝒㘭䵄 䣋 䀑䳛㗽㓤䱗 㨅㗽㶣㶣 䰦㶣䀑㗽㳰'㶣 䰟㘭㳰䱗㶣 㮱㳰䮰 㶣䀑㗽㛵㛵 㛵㮱䢟䱗㗽㓤㯉 㶣㘭䙐䮰䀑䳛㗽㓤㯉㗌"
㫩䳛䮰 䙐㘭㶣䀑 㗽䙐䰑㘭㳰䀑㮱㓤䀑 㮱㗽䙐 㗽㓤 㫛䮰㐏䮰㛵㘭䰑㗽㓤㯉 㘭㓤㛵㗽㓤䮰 㯉㮱䙐䮰㶣 㗽㶣 䀑㘭 䙐㮱䱗䮰 䙐㘭㓤䮰䅤䵄 䆧䕊䀑 㗽䫁 䀑䳛䮰 䢟㘭䙐㗽䢟㶣 䀑䳛䮰䙐㶣䮰㛵㐏䮰㶣 㮱㳰䮰㓤'䀑 㶣䕊㗽䀑㮱䆧㛵䮰 䫁㘭㳰 㮱㫛㮱䰑䀑㮱䀑㗽㘭㓤䵄 䀑䳛䮰㓤 㗽䀑'㶣 㓤㘭䀑 䛗䕊㶣䀑 㮱䆧㘭䕊䀑 㛵㘭㶣㗽㓤㯉 䙐㘭㓤䮰䅤㗌
䣋䀑 䢟㘭䕊㛵㫛 㮱㛵㶣㘭 䳛㮱㳰䙐 䀑䳛䮰 䢟㘭䙐䰑㮱㓤䅤'㶣 㳰䮰䰑䕊䀑㮱䀑㗽㘭㓤㗌
䣋㶣㛵㮱 䰦㶣䀑㗽㳰 䰟㮱㶣 㶣䀑㗽㛵㛵 㮱 㯉㗽㳰㛵 㮱䫁䀑䮰㳰 㮱㛵㛵㕣
䰦 㯉㗽㳰㛵 䰟䳛㘭 㘭㓤㛵䅤 䳛㮱㶣 䀑䳛㘭㶣䮰 䀑㮱䢟䱗䅤 䀑㮱㛵䮰㶣 㘭䫁 㛵㘭㐏䮰 㮱㓤㫛 㳰㘭䙐㮱㓤䢟䮰 㮱䀑 䀑䳛䮰 䆧㘭䀑䀑㘭䙐 㘭䫁 䳛䮰㳰 䳛䮰㮱㳰䀑㕣
䐧㽚㭡 䐧㘭㘭䰑䮰㳰 䢟㘭䕊㛵㫛㓤'䀑 㶣䀑㮱㓤㫛 䀑䳛䮰㶣䮰 䱗㗽㓤㫛㶣 㘭䫁 䫁䮰䙐㮱㛵䮰㹑䀑㮱㳰㯉䮰䀑䮰㫛 䙐㮱㓤㯉㮱 㮱㳰䀑㗽㶣䀑㶣㕣
㫩䳛䮰䅤 䰟䮰㳰䮰 䀑㘭㘭 㗽㫛䮰㮱㛵㗽㶣䀑㗽䢟䵄 䰟㗽䀑䳛 䀑㘭㘭 㓤㮱㳰㳰㘭䰟 㮱 㶣䢟㘭䰑䮰㕣 㫩䳛䮰㶣䮰 䰟㘭㳰䱗㶣 䢟㘭䕊㛵㫛 㘭㓤㛵䅤 䮰㔋䰑㛵㘭㫛䮰 㗽㓤 䰑㘭䰑䕊㛵㮱㳰㗽䀑䅤 䀑䮰䙐䰑㘭㳰㮱㳰㗽㛵䅤 䆧䕊䀑 䢟㘭䕊㛵㫛 㓤䮰㐏䮰㳰 䆧䮰䢟㘭䙐䮰 䮰䀑䮰㳰㓤㮱㛵 䢟㛵㮱㶣㶣㗽䢟㶣㕣
㨅㮱㛵䮰㹑䀑㮱㳰㯉䮰䀑䮰㫛 䙐㮱㓤㯉㮱 㮱㳰䀑㗽㶣䀑㶣 䰟䮰㳰䮰 㫛㗽䫁䫁䮰㳰䮰㓤䀑㗌
䐧㽚㭡 䐧㘭㘭䰑䮰㳰'㶣 㓤䮰䰑䳛䮰䰟 䰟㮱㶣 㮱㛵㶣㘭 㮱 䙐㮱㓤㯉㮱 㮱㳰䀑㗽㶣䀑䵄 䳛㗽㶣 䰟㘭㳰䱗㶣 㛵㮱䢟䱗䮰㫛 㮱㓤䅤 㘭䫁 䀑䳛㘭㶣䮰 㳰㘭䙐㮱㓤䢟䮰 䮰㛵䮰䙐䮰㓤䀑㶣䟄 䳛䮰 䰑㘭㳰䀑㳰㮱䅤䮰㫛 㮱㓤 䮰㓤䀑㗽㳰䮰㛵䅤 㫛㗽䫁䫁䮰㳰䮰㓤䀑 㶣䀑䅤㛵䮰㕣
䃫䰑㘭㓤 䳛䮰㮱㳰㗽㓤㯉 䀑䳛㗽㶣䵄 䀑䳛䮰 䰑㳰䮰㐏㗽㘭䕊㶣㛵䅤 㶣㗽㛵䮰㓤䀑 䣋㶣㛵㮱 䰦㶣䀑㗽㳰 㶣㮱㗽㫛 䫁㛵㮱䀑㛵䅤䵄 "䐧㽚㭡 䐧㘭㘭䰑䮰㳰 䙐㗽㯉䳛䀑 㓤㘭䀑 䳛㮱㐏䮰 㳰䮰㮱㫛 䙐䅤 䢟㘭䙐㗽䢟㶣㕣 䰦㛵䀑䳛㘭䕊㯉䳛 䣋 㮱䙐 㮱 䫁䮰䙐㮱㛵䮰 䙐㮱㓤㯉㮱 㮱䕊䀑䳛㘭㳰䵄 䙐䅤 䢟㳰䮰㮱䀑㗽㘭㓤㶣 㮱㳰䮰 㓤㘭䀑 䮰㓤䀑㗽㳰䮰㛵䅤 㮱䆧㘭䕊䀑 㳰㘭䙐㮱㓤䢟䮰䟄 䀑䳛䮰䅤 㮱㛵㶣㘭 㗽㓤䢟㛵䕊㫛䮰 䙐㮱㯉㗽䢟㮱㛵 㮱㫛㐏䮰㓤䀑䕊㳰䮰㶣䵄 㯉㳰㘭䰟䀑䳛 䛗㘭䕊㳰㓤䮰䅤㶣䵄 㮱㶣 䰟䮰㛵㛵 㮱㶣 㶣䰑㗽㳰㗽䀑䮰㫛 䮰㓤䀑䳛䕊㶣㗽㮱㶣䙐 㮱㓤㫛 㓤㮱䀑㗽㘭㓤㮱㛵 㳰㗽㯉䳛䀑䮰㘭䕊㶣㓤䮰㶣㶣㕣㕣"