"Meow~"
The conversation in the store was still going on. Chocolate stretched out his paw and pawed Jenkins, hoping that Jenkins could touch its back. Jenkins had no choice but to put down the pen he was copying.
Today is still a very leisurely day. There were no guests in the morning. Jenkins went out to deliver a package for his father after ten o'clock.
In the afternoon, a child on the street sent Dad a letter. Dad looked down for a while, and then looked up at Jenkins who was looking at him curiously.
"A batch of strange goods will be smuggled to Nolan by sea, and they will arrive around twelve o'clock tonight."
"Shall I go with you?"
Jenkins asked expectantly.
"Need not!"
The old man immediately shook his head. The last time Jenkins went to see the smuggled goods with him, it directly sparked a fire that burned down half the alley.
"But tonight, a customer is coming to the antique store to pick up things. I hope you can help me watch the store at night, and leave after the customer leaves. I remember that you will go out with your friends tomorrow..."
"No, there's nothing wrong with it. I often stay up late, even if I go to bed late, it's fine."
Jenkins immediately replied that his night life was usually pretty boring. Although I planned to go to see the original owner of the fruit bowl tonight, but looking at the store is more important.
"This is the first time I look at the store at night, is there anything I need to pay attention to?"
Jenkins asked again, and Father considered it, and then said to him:
"If there are customers who buy and sell things, deal with them according to the normal situation. When you meet those customers who sell goods of unknown origin, just say that you are an apprentice and that the father is not here tonight, and they will understand."
"Okay, that's easy."
This little thing Jenkins can handle.
"One more thing, when you leave the antique store at night, don't wander around, just go home. To be honest, I'm more worried about your danger on the way home than worrying about your danger in the antique store."
Dad's worries are completely unnecessary, because Jenkins has a wealth of experience in walking at night. But considering his own luck was really weird, after get off work in the evening, Jenkins didn't stay in the antique shop for dinner, but went home on the pretext of telling the maid that he didn't have to cook dinner. The real purpose of returning to St. The metal block is placed on the body.
"It's absolutely fine now!"
Thinking in his heart, he picked up the cat resting on the sofa, then walked out of the house, turned around and locked the door again.
After putting away his keys, he walked towards the fence gate, when a carriage happened to stop in front of the fence gate. The maid opened the door and Britney followed. As soon as she looked up, she saw Jenkins who was about to go out, so she smiled and waved to him, and retreated back into the carriage.
This time Britney came to Jenkins alone. The so-called "alone" means that the red-haired girl didn't know about it. Britney was not as enthusiastic as Hathaway, and she kissed Jenkins as soon as she came up, but when Jenkins sat next to her, she did not object to Jenkins holding her hand.
Thinking of that night last month, both of them blushed a little. It was the second time Jenkins was forced into the closet, and Britney officially announced her heart to Jenkins.
Although nothing substantive happened between the two, Jenkins thought it was only the last step...
"Don't scratch me."
Chocolate scratched the back of Jenkins' hand with his paw. Jenkins felt the pain and lowered his head to reprimand the cat softly.
"Tomorrow's outing, everyone will gather outside the city, and I will pick you up with Hathaway."
"Okay, I'll be waiting for you on time... oh..."
Seeing that the blonde girl was blushing a little, Jenkins, who already understood what he wanted, hesitated for a few seconds, and hugged her proactively. He had planned to kiss him himself, but just as he reached out, Brienne leaned in and kissed him.
It took a long time before the two separated, and Jenkins' face was probably redder than the girl's.
"Your skills are really bad..."
Britney said softly, and Jenkins tried hard to restrain himself from saying things like "you are indeed more skilled than me".
"So, do you need me to practice for you often?"
The blonde girl's voice was very soft, very soft, and Jenkins' heart almost jumped out of his throat at that moment.
"Yes!"
As soon as this sentence was finished, a question appeared in my mind:
"How can I say that?"
Jenkins suspected that he was controlled by someone just now, but he knew very well that it was his choice.
Britney originally came to inform Jenkins about his outing tomorrow, so he sent him to the antique shop and left. Along the way, the two "practiced" for a long time. When they parted, the blond girl specifically asked Jenkins not to tell the red-haired girl about it.
"She's probably not ready yet. I'm afraid Hathaway won't be able to accept it. But I assure you, Jenkins, at least before the end of this summer, I will have an open and honest talk with her. As long as you are willing... to marry her, I will to be your lover."
For a few brief seconds, Jenkins thinks he's a hopeless emotional liar. But later thought it was a "boring game" that the two girls insisted on playing.
He thought over everything that had happened since he'd met the girls, and realized that he'd done very little so far.
"That's not okay. I have to take the initiative. Maybe I can invite them out for dinner or to the theater when I have time."
He stood at the entrance of the antique shop, looked at the carriage slowly leaving along the Fifth Queen, thought for a long time, and finally turned around and entered the antique shop.
Uncle will leave the antique store in half an hour, and he's packing his things right now, so he doesn't notice Jenkins' slightly red lips (lipstick) and the sulking cat.
"Father, if you say, yes, if there are multiple girls who like you at the same time, what would you do?"
He lay on the counter and thought for a long time before asking.
Father was taken aback by this weird question, turned his head to look at Jenkins, and nodded knowingly.
"Jenkins, love with girls is actually easier than you think..."
"No, it's complicated."
It was rare for Jenkins to directly interrupt Dad, but Dad didn't mind either.
"Well, it's complicated. But you know, your identity determines that you can do more things. I don't want to admit that there are differences between people, but at least it is like this in our time. You are a nobleman, you He is the holy son who has been taught, and you can get most of what you want."
While arranging his coat, the old man said, he neatly pulled the cuffs together, and then quickly pulled the cuffs with a steaming iron filled with hot water.