In a dark sports car outside Long Street, Andre was sitting upright, and next to him was Dia who was in a relaxed posture with his legs crossed.
Dia wore sunglasses, and seemed to be telling his colleagues to relax.
"The old Sels tree is blooming, why are you nervous?"
Andrew didn't move a muscle.
"I said, that guy has been single for so long, and it's the first time you see him chasing someone else, aren't you really curious?"
"Which one do you think is the woman in the red dress at the front right and the man in the white shirt at the corner?"
"No... It doesn't look like any of them. Maybe the student in the school uniform opposite is!"
Di Ya started talking to herself enthusiastically.
Andre asked, "Student?"
"Uh... it seems a little too small. How about we ask the marshal?"
Andre looked at him and shook his head: "I won't go."
"I'm not going either."
It's fun to die for a while, but they will be the ones who get hurt in the end—this is the bloody lesson summed up after years of accompanying Sayers.
"..."
"..."
The two were silent.
"But wasn't the Marshal still looking for his one-night stand?"
The two looked at each other again, and both saw gossip in each other's eyes.
In the silence, the red limited edition sports car drove past quickly and stopped in an open space a few steps away from them.
Di Ya immediately withdrew her legs, leaned forward, looked at the beautiful car buttocks enthusiastically, and exclaimed: "There is no humanity, I actually saw a goddess!"
Andre turned his head abruptly, his expression changed, "Goddess?"
Dia nodded, her eyes filled with love for the limited edition sports car, "My dream car! She is so beautiful..."
Andrea patted him and pointed at the man who just got out of the car.
Dia's face suddenly collapsed: "Shalvie? Why did he appear?"
Andre's eyes were deep: "He went into that store."
Dia's expression was psychedelic: "I suddenly remembered that Sells had dinner with this guy last time."
Andrew: "..."
Di Ya pressed the car door with one hand, with a very serious expression: "Aren't you going in to have a look?"
Andrea put on a straight face, and dutifully rejected his friend's proposal.
He didn't follow until Dia got off the car happily, saying, "You are going to spy, I followed to stop you."
Di Ya squinted her eyes: People who usually look honest are really scary when they play tricks!
Sells sat by the window, looking at the Long Street view casually. The coffee in hand exudes a rich and sweet aroma, he picks up a small spoon and stirs it around, with a relaxed posture.
Although I was ready to be released as a pigeon, I was still a little disappointed that I didn't see anyone.
The news that was sent was gone, and it seemed that today was really just afternoon tea for one person.
"Like some guy who missed an appointment."
A familiar voice came from the partition. He turned his head and saw Prince Naryn standing outside with no expression on his face.
Sells: "…"
Naren said, "I saw you."
Sells got up, walked over, and said, "Naron?"
The black-haired prince looked behind him, as if surprised by the emptiness, and asked, "Where's your important person?"
Sayers said, "He probably won't be coming."
Nalen said regretfully, "Then we really feel sorry for each other."
- They were all released.
His eyes were full of sympathy, but his tone couldn't hide his gloating.
Sayers asked, "Why are you here?"
Naren was inexplicable: "Of course I came out to hang out. I came here not long ago and found that the atmosphere is quite good, suitable for relaxing."
Could it be that after being released as a pigeon, he can't find a place to relax by himself
He attributed the encounter between the two to a wonderful coincidence: "What a coincidence."
Sells: "Well, it's a coincidence."
Naren stared quietly at Sells for a few seconds, making sure that he didn't see any intention of inviting him in, and secretly gritted his teeth.
"Would you like me to come in and have a seat?"
Sells was silent for a moment, and finally backed down sideways, asking, "What do you want to drink?"
Naren stepped into the box and ordered the same cup of coffee as last time.
When his eyes passed the exquisite gift box by the table, he asked knowingly, "A gift for him?"
"Well, it's a pity that he doesn't want to accept it."
Sells sat down in front of him, and his eyes fell on Nalen intentionally or unintentionally—this grumpy colleague was actually very pleasing to the eye, with a fair complexion and beautiful eyes. When he was still, he looked very much like a A beautiful painting.
Nalen said softly: "When I came out with you, there was never a gift."
Sells actually heard a trace of dissatisfaction from this ridicule.
Naren asked, "Did you like the watch I gave you earlier?"
The last time we met in Longton Street, he had prepared presents. Speaking of which, Sells has not made any comments on the gift after receiving it.
Sells pulled up his long sleeves, revealing his covered men's watch.
Naren: "..."
Sells: "It's practical and stylish, I like it."
Naren averted his eyes and turned to look out the window at the scenery.
Sells lowered his head and opened the terminal seemingly unintentionally.
Naren, who caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye, couldn't help complaining secretly: Don't tell him that Sells is sending messages to "myself"
The communicator has long been set to silent mode by him, so there is no need to worry about what will be exposed. However, this feeling of being ignored was not good. The arrogant Prince snorted and kept his mouth shut.
And Sells didn't speak, as if all his attention was on the terminal.
Nalen: "Still thinking about your date?"
Sells smiled: "He has a bad temper, a liar, and willful behavior."
Nalen, who was suddenly given a triple negative rating: "..."
Sells touched his chin: "But it doesn't make people hate it."
The turning point is not powerful at all. Under normal circumstances, shouldn't the content after "but" overshadow the previous ones
——The hypocritical guy is really duplicity. Did he catch you talking bad things behind your back
Sells moved his fingers again, and it took a few seconds before he put the terminal down.
"Have I seen it?" Nalen asked, "The imperial capital is only this big, I'm curious who made you... so worried?" He thought of a word, and his tone was a little funny.
Sayers replied, "The one I've been looking for."
What's the meaning
He smiled meaningfully.
Nalen gradually felt a chill down his back, and inexplicably developed a creepy feeling.
"It should be him. The little liar who escaped at the dinner." Sells asked, "Where do you think he will hide?"