The granddaughter came over, and the old prince naturally couldn't stand still.
He walked over with a straight face, trying hard to put on the kind smile that he should show when he meets a junior.
Dia: "..."
Andrew: "..."
In comparison, they suddenly felt that Naren's sneer was not worth mentioning, and it was harmless.
Dia quickly adjusted her mentality, smiled enthusiastically, and seemed very happy: "Uncle Shalvie, I didn't expect to meet you here."
The old prince nodded lightly, leaned over and hugged his granddaughter from the stiff Andrea's lap: "The youngest son of the Ebert family."
Andrea suddenly had the urge to straighten his back.
"I hugged you when I was little." The old prince tried to close the distance with the juniors, and smiled kindly: "You also stained my clothes."
Under the prince's grin, Andre trembled slightly, as if feeling a strong murderous aura.
Di Ya didn't dare to laugh with a sullen face.
The old prince's eyes quickly fell on Di Ya: "You... I remember that you followed that boy from the Monte family." After recalling for a while, he patted Di Ya's shoulder, showing a look of "approval": " very nice."
Dia was also trembling.
As an imperial minister of the older generation, the iron-blooded policy of the old Prince Sharvie was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the juniors in the circle grew up listening to his stories. The most common sentence parents teach their children is probably: "If you don't obey me again, I will hand you over to the prince!"
Although Di Ya came from a grassroots background, he seldom saw Andre not daring to breathe, and the old prince's aura was terrifying...
Jeff, who has been out of the situation, finally reacted: "You know each other?"
The old prince's eyes fell on him.
Jeff froze.
Fuck it's scary!
"You are..." The old prince frowned, unable to find the corresponding person in his memory.
Jeff swallowed: "I just met them, so I chatted a few more words."
The old prince nodded: "Young man, it's good to have a wide range of friends. If my youngest son can also go out and meet a few more friends, I can save most of my worries."
The three young men sat down neatly like quails. Except for Ilya who was still giggling, only the old prince was still immersed in the beautiful fantasy of being happy with the younger generation.
Ilya ordered a lot of small cakes. After the desserts were served, she pouted her buttocks and distributed them to the adults politely.
"Where's Uncle Sels?" She thought of her idol again.
As if coping with her body temperature, the door of the opposite box suddenly opened.
Both Nalen and Sells appeared in front of the crowd.
The former had a faint smile on his face, and seemed quite satisfied with the meeting. Sells had no expression on his face, and whispered a few words in the ear of the person next to him.
Di Ya and Andrea sat facing the door of the box.
Seeing the boss's gaze sweeping this way, one lowered his head, and the other covered his face with the menu.
The old prince: "???"
Naren asked, "What's wrong?"
Sells looked away and said, "I met two acquaintances."
Nalen looked over and saw Dia and Andrea who were trying their best to conceal their existence, and was speechless for a while. If I remember correctly, Sells asked "Donnie" and said "nothing will happen to your displeasure"
Dia and Andrew are both there. Do you want to take the opportunity to block him
Fortunately, he wisely did not come.
Seers' words are really unbelievable!
The waiter came over with a beautifully packaged food box: "Sir, your cake."
"Seeing that you like the dessert here very much, so I ordered a takeaway. If you don't want to eat it, you can give it to Illya. Girls should like it."
Naren took it silently and thanked him with an unnatural expression.
Why is it so good all of a sudden? There must be a conspiracy.
He hugged the box and turned around, and said seriously, "I drove here today, so there's no need to deliver it."
Sells smiled like an old father: "Fasten your seat belt."
Naren nodded.
Sells said, "I'll walk you to the door."
Nalen was puzzled: "Aren't you going back?"
Sells smiled: "I also have an appointment."
Naren: "..."
Sells: "I told him I'll be waiting for him all afternoon."
Nalen lowered his head, looked at the food box in his hand, and suddenly felt heavy.
He hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help whispering: "Don't wait, he won't come."
Sells was curious: "You know?"
Nalen motioned him to check the time, and said, "If it's not here yet, the possibility of the other party's appointment is almost zero."
Sells shook his head: "Almost the same, not exactly the same. I will still keep my promise and continue to wait."
Naren: "..."
Sells patted him on the shoulder and said softly, "Fortunately, you spent most of the afternoon with me, so that I wouldn't be alone... waiting alone."
"Most afternoon?" A familiar voice came from the front.
Nalen turned around and met the attention of two Sharvies, one big and one small.
"..."
The old prince looked back and forth between his youngest son and the boy from the Monte family. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the gift box held in the youngest son's hand, and saw Sels' hand on his shoulder. stunned.
The old prince who was stunned still had a serious expression on his face, and there was a sense of bewilderment in his empty eyes.
— very deterrent.
Nalen couldn't help shrinking his neck, his eyes flickered: "Father, why are you here?"
Yi Liya's faint voice sounded at the same time: "Little uncle, why are you together?"
Naren: "..."
The atmosphere in Shalvet's family suddenly became tense and delicate, but the instigator, Marshal Sells, greeted the old prince calmly.
Their noise was not loud, but the environment of the cafe was originally quiet, so it still attracted the attention of other guests.
Someone even recognized Sels' highly recognizable face and let out a short exclamation.
"marshal?"
"It's really the marshal!"
"Are they here for a party?"
…
Naren followed behind the old father and Sells, wishing to leave this place of right and wrong immediately.
But the old father also said: "Little Monte, those people all recognize you."
Searles has a humble attitude: "I only showed a few faces in front of the media. There are countless people who have really contributed to the empire. In comparison, I am too ostentatious."
Seeing that the two had a tendency to chat, Naren interjected, "Father, I'm planning to go home, why don't you take my car?"
The old prince glanced at him quietly, and said coldly, "I want to sit down for a while."
Nalen immediately said yes father, no problem father.
He nodded with satisfaction.
Fortunately, the people who recognized Searles in the cafe were not fanatics, and the most excited behavior was just rubbing their little hands and watching enthusiastically, which did not disturb them substantially.
The seats in the cafe are all four-seaters.
The old prince glanced at the crowd, handed his granddaughter into the hands of the upright Andre, and said to his youngest son, "You sit here for a while, and I will go to the next table to chat with Little Monte."
Naren: "..." No, I don't want to.
However, the body has faithfully obeyed his father's instructions.
The old prince said: "Come on, little Monte, I haven't seen your father for a long time, how is he doing?"
Di Ya and Andrea sat up straight, looking at death as if they were at home.
Nalen maintained the posture of holding the food box, and looked at the two subordinates of Sells opposite.
The only one out of the situation is probably Jeff.
"Wow, sir, I think you look familiar."
Nalen tilted his head and saw another familiar face.
"..."
It is not advisable to go out today.
Behind the indifferent expression, there is a tired heart.
The short-haired man's eyes were full of astonishment. When those gray-green eyes looked over, he was stunned for a moment.
Nalen felt a "thump" in his heart, afraid that he would recognize something, so he quickly turned his head away, leaving him with only a profile.
Jeff: "…"
He said calmly: "Who is he?"
Dia: "Jeff."
Naren: "Why are you here?"
Dia: "I want to know too."
Naren sneered, and suddenly felt that it was a bit stupid to hold a food box in his hand to talk, so he put it on the table.
"Sales even travels on public holidays with his entourage?"
Dia let out an "uh" and said with a smile, "We're not the only ones who go out for coffee on public holidays."
Jeff's strength cut into the topic: "I don't know the name of this new friend yet?"
"Naren." Rather than handing over the right of introduction to Di Ya, who is out of tune, he prefers to give a concise answer by himself.
Jeff was very happy, and he turned his body sideways to admire the newly seated black-haired beauty.
Naren: "..."
Seeing the prince's face getting darker and darker, Dia finally spoke to stop Jeff's behavior, and euphemistically said that they have some business to talk about, and they will chat together next time when they have time.
The euphemistic expulsion order did not take effect.
Jeff let out an "ah" and was very excited at Nalen.
Nalen's heart tightened, could it be that he was really recognized? !
"Naron, nice to meet you." Jeff held out his hand.
"..." Naren stared at the paw stretched out in front of him, his eyes were cold.
Andrea unconsciously hugged the silent Loli in his arms, feeling like he was about to lose his breath.
Dia leaned out, grabbed the coffee on the table, stuffed it into Jeff's hand, and said with a smile, "This coffee tastes really good."
Jeff: "???"
Di Ya: "Sit down and drink coffee."
Jeff: "…"
Nalen raised his eyelids and said coldly, "Sells and I met by chance."
Dia immediately laughed twice: "Actually, Andrea and I just happened to come here to sit and sit."
Naren: "Oh, what a coincidence."
Di Ya laughed dryly: "Yes, Andre, what do you think?"
Andrew: "..."
This kind of dealing with people, Di Ya actually called him