"I can only help you get here." Marley's cold face didn't have the slightest expression on his cold face. "After the player leader is online, please rely on your ability to become the City Lord of Unreal City."
It's strange that she has 10,000 worries, and Marley wants to operate in the dark, or use money to buy people's hearts.
But when he got his negative answer, why did Jia Meng feel unhappy...
This sounded like someone saped.
Is he mocking his inability? Still want to see your own jokes
It seems that in reality, he is an omnipotent fiance, but in the game, everything depends on himself!
Jia Meng grinned and said, "That's great! Anyway, you are not from Unreal City, and you can't control it!"
"Yeah." Marley replied in a low voice, seemingly not aware of Jia Meng's displeasure at all.
Lunch table.
Marei and Jia Meng are still sitting on the main seat as usual.
Just eat silently.
Breakfast was divided into a big pot of "Buddha jumps over the wall" delicious workers, all of them were so happy that they laughed!
However, when I sat down, I saw the pair of boss King and Mrs. King who had just stuffed them with dog food in the morning and showed their affection in public. For some reason, they became like this.
Suddenly all of them wanted to talk about plants, bowed their heads, and looked at each other.
The courageous and gossiping servants were still whispering to each other at the dinner table.
"Your boss and your wife are not in harmony in that way? Why are they so affectionate in the morning and so cold at noon?"
"Isn't it possible? Our king boss is so strong and so gentle and considerate to his wife!"
"You guys think too much! I cleaned upstairs in the morning, and it was obvious that the boss and the wife were talking on their mobile phones in their respective rooms. There was no such thing..."
The old butler sitting on the side heard the comments of the "Long Tongue Women".
He knocked the ceramic dinner plate with a silver knife and fork, making a "bang" sound.
The wrinkles crawling on the face became more criss-crossed because of the anger of the protector.
A pair of eyes of the old housekeeper showed a fierce light, and at lightning speed, he slashed the three servants' faces.
Although there is nothing to say, the look in his eyes is clearly saying: No matter how dare you discuss the private affairs of King boss and husband, I will deal with you!
The ordering system before meals has been cancelled.
Everyone looked at each other, and tremblingly ate their lunch.
In the morning, the extremely delicious Buddha jumped over the wall, and all the joy it brought was gone...
The faces of boss King and Fu Rao are the barometers in this Jinsha villa! A genius remembers Chinese in one second 8/1/z/o/m/
Everyone realized a truth silently in their hearts:
No matter how unhappy the boss and his wife are, they will not be able to live this life!
The meal is over.
Jia Meng, who looked the most fascinating, stood up and was about to leave and return to the room.
"King, I have some cooking skills and want to ask you for advice."
The moment the chef stepped away from the boss, he rushed up like a hungry wolf, blocking his way.
As a top chef who was once a three-Michelin-starred chef, he was looking for someone to teach his cooking skills
This kind of reason is amused by everyone!
But everyone knows that the chef wants to take boss King away, and then find a way to talk to him!
Marley didn't have any expressions to give back, he just decided and refused: "I don't want to cook at the moment."
Seeing that the chef did not achieve the plan to "seduce the boss", the two bodyguards deliberately unzipped their upper body, clenched their fists, and deliberately tightened their muscles.
They ran to Marley, blocking Marley's path more firmly, and said in unison:
"Boss King, do you want to accompany us to fitness?"
"I don't want to go to the gym." Marley waved his hand, a little impatient.
The old butler had no tricks, only full of loyalty, and he walked up on crutches.
After holding back for a long time, the white beard on the side of his mouth squirmed and flicked, and the voice was mellowed and frustrated like a recitation:
"King, I didn't understand Tagore's verse until this age, how philosophical! Especially the one-the farthest distance in the world, is not that I know that we love each other but can't be together, but that we can't resist it. I miss it, but I have to deliberately pretend not to put you in my heart..."
The old butler’s serious face, reading such verses, sounds like an embarrassing comical blessing.
But for some reason, no one in the room could laugh.
Because this is clearly a reminder to King King, you must cherish Mrs. King!
however.
Their king boss didn't seem to listen at all, but was completely irritated by the old butler's painstaking blows.
He clenched a fist and landed heavily on the guardrail leading to the room on the second floor.
"Just ignore me."
A fierce and harmless remark came out of those thin lips.
But each one sounds like a knife, but there is nothing to do.
The chef, two bodyguards, and the housekeeper who surrounded Marley were all driven away, so they had to retreat obediently.
Everyone looked at the displeased boss King and walked up the stairs in a sulking mood.
Jia Meng followed.
Of course she knew that even if there was something unpleasant about the couple, she would try her best not to show it to outsiders.
Seeing that King's boss was too late to persuade, all other Rao's reactions were naturally on Jia Meng!
The three servants held hands to form a barrier, blocking Jia Meng's way up the stairs.
"Mrs. King, shall we talk about it?"
Jia Meng watched Marley go straight up the stairs regardless of her figure, and was suddenly embarrassed: "Call me Sister Jia."
"Uh, sister Jia," a servant immediately changed his words, "I think your hair should be treated once, let's go, let me help you!"
"No need for the time being!" Jia Meng didn't respond kindly, and he insisted on squeezing a way forward.
"Sister Jia, otherwise we will also go to your room and help you tidy up your closet by the way, okay?"
The three servants couldn't stop them, so they had to chase behind them instead!
The handsome driver couldn't stop seeing the boss and Mrs. King, and he became wise.
He was the worst Chinese in the audience, and his hippie smiley said the most alluring words:
"Mrs. King, do you want to take a plane, drive a sports car, and play deep diving? Last time I didn't take you to the most dangerous project! Would you like to try it now? You might die if you don't mind!"
"No..." Jia Meng was about to subconsciously refuse when he heard the handsome driver's words.
Suddenly, he saw Marei who had reached the door of the room, and stopped suddenly as if he had been tapped on the acupuncture points.
Jia dreamed of this and immediately changed his words: "Haha! Okay, okay! I'll go with you now! It's too exciting, I just want to experience the rush hour of death..."
Stop talking.
Only the heavy footsteps left in the audience.
Their king boss, at the moment he was about to open the door, immediately turned around and walked back!