"It's really unbearable." Lancaster teased softly, looking at the squirming tablecloth with cold eyes.
Yes, everyone can no longer see Deborah’s expression and mood under the tablecloth. All they can see is a squirming tablecloth.
Even though it is such a funny image, the humiliation and sadness contained in it are really sad!
This is what Lancaster thought, but he did not stand up as a messenger of justice.
As smart as he was, he already knew that this would disrupt Tang Ling's rhythm.
Things have progressed to this point, and some things are not difficult to guess, aren't they? At least Liszt had guessed it. He turned the wine glass in his hand, thinking and hesitating, did he want to take action now, disrupt Tang Ling's rhythm, and do all this before Tang Ling
He wanted to compete with Tang Ling for the emperor, and he hid a secret in his heart, which was told to him by a prophet.
The secret that allowed him to successfully ascend to the throne of God.
He didn't know if this secret would really work. After all, everything about the prophecy was mysterious.
But as long as he can try it, Liszt is willing to try it. Of course, that is only after weighing the pros and cons.
Just like the current matter, Liszt was weighing the pros and cons. With his careful mind, he quickly deduced various possibilities, pros and cons, and possible consequences.
"I lack a collaborator. Identity is sometimes an obstacle." Liszt finally decided not to disrupt Tang Ling's rhythm.
He put down his glass and whispered to himself.
This sentence made Henk a little confused, but he remained silent and did not ask any more questions. Instead, Liszt turned to Henk and smiled slightly: "Anyway, this Omir is an eyesore, right?"
"Disgusting." Henk made no secret of his dislike for Omir.
Of course, Lancaster and Liszt were not the only ones who had ideas during the dinner, but in terms of status and intelligence, no young man could compare with them.
While everyone was thinking about it, the ball of tablecloth finally stopped moving.
A fine dress slips out from under the tablecloth.
Omir was so angry that he looked at the skirt and shouted: "Pick it up."
The tablecloth remained motionless. The housekeeper had fallen into deep despair at this time. At this point, the family's blame was absolutely unavoidable.
In this case, you might as well do something you want to do.
Thinking of this, the butler stepped forward, picked up the skirt, and handed it to Omer.
Omer glanced at the butler sideways: "Who asked you to pick it?"
The butler bent even lower and just stretched out his hand to hand the skirt to Omer without saying a word.
At this moment, Tang Ling suddenly coughed and said to himself, "I'm full. I'm so bored. How about we go back?"
Omir turned his head suddenly and glared at Tang Ling fiercely! How to let him leave? The key is that you can’t leave the other side!
Everything deviated from what he imagined and what he wanted. How could he be willing to do so? He wanted to take them back and fight for them all. Since such a gentle and polite way didn't work, then he would rob them forcefully and force them.
Wasn’t the lawless Omer always like this? This is how he behaves in his family, and the Poseidon family is one of the three major families. In his mind, it still ranks higher than the top ten forces on land, so why not do it now
I have to say that Tang Ling's words about leaving were so appropriate.
The excited Omir had no time to argue with the housekeeper and Debour. He pulled the skirt from the housekeeper's hands and walked towards where Tang Ling and others were.
During this process, Omir kept glaring at Tang Ling fiercely.
Tang Ling seemed to find it a bit interesting. He put his hands in his pockets and tilted his head to look at Omir playfully, as if Omir was a funny clown.
This attitude was undoubtedly full of provocation in Omer's eyes.
"The drama has begun." Lancaster pulled Saxon and stepped aside from a position slightly in the center of the garden.
When he retreated, a group of teenagers naturally followed him. Coincidentally, his retreating position intentionally or unintentionally blocked the entrance to the garden door from the room.
"The flowers over there seem to be beautiful." The gentle smile on Liszt's face seemed to never fade away. No one knew why he noticed a flower at this time.
Anyway, he walked towards the so-called flower, and Henk followed him. Several important captains belonging to Lister's fleet seemed to have noticed something, and also followed Lister.
Then another group of people followed. Although they were a little confused about the direction of the whole thing, there was nothing wrong with following the big shot.
The position of Liszt's retreat was also very clever, intentionally or unintentionally blocking the door into the dinner garden square.
As for the housekeeper, he supported Deb, who never took off the tablecloth, and walked toward the room. As he walked, he said loudly and comfortingly: "Young Master is just in a bad mood. Don't worry about it. The dinner will continue. There will be no something happened."
As for Deborah, who was under the tablecloth, she was still deadly silent, but now that she was in sympathy, no one wanted to know what Deborah's expression looked like. Were there any tears
These subtleties, whether they were Lancaster's, Liszt's, or even the steward's, were so angry that Omer, who was eager to get back everything, didn't notice them at all.
In his eyes burning with anger, there was only Tang Ling's provocative expression, and the other side standing next to him that was still so beautiful that people wanted to possess it immediately, and preferably ravage it severely.
Maybe it was because his momentum was so amazing that the teenagers who were grabbing food around the long table all moved aside. Anyway, there wasn't much food on the table.
Felt Hat and Lu Xiaohua glanced at Tang Ling worriedly, hesitated for a second, but did not move away.
Tang Ling turned his head and said, "Are you going to wait for food? Maybe there will be food later? Don't stand here now, blocking the chef's way of serving food."
Felt Hat and Lu Xiaohua looked at each other and then backed away.
And Omir sneered, this despicable beggar, this pig, still wants to eat now
The next second, he stood still in front of Tang Ling.
Tang Ling raised his head and looked at Omir with a somewhat innocent look: "Are you rich? You also have food, right?"
"Get lost." Omir didn't even look at Tang Ling, he pushed Tang Ling away and walked to the other side.
"Put it on." Omir's eyes were cold, and he looked at the other side with no concealment, just like looking at a prey.
Bian'an didn't even look at Omir, but looked at Tang Ling who was squeezed away and said lightly: "Don't you want to go back?"
"I said, let you put it on. Now, immediately, immediately, right here!" Omir roared.
Then he handed over the skirt in his hand, apparently wanting to stuff it into Bian's hand.
At this moment, Tang Ling suddenly stood in front of Bian'an. No one knew how he grabbed Omer's hand: "The dress is very beautiful, how about I wear it?"
(End of chapter)