By accident, Carlos himself was staying in a certain room in the mid-levels of Sara State inexplicably, wrapped in a quilt, holding hot water, and giggling at an undoubted soap opera.
After that night, I don't know what went wrong. Gal found that the eyes of the family member looking at him suddenly became a little strange. He stared thoughtfully at his face, and occasionally showed a weird... loving smile.
Goosebumps all over his body are simply not enough to describe Gal's feelings at this time.
All these signs indicate that Qianqianqian... the former priest is in a coma!
Even Evan noticed this change very quickly: the voices of John and Gall were obviously several times softer than before.
In the past, no matter what Gal said, he would choose to listen to it—he would hear it if he liked it, and ignore it if he didn’t like it. Now, the feeling is that no matter what Gal said, the other party would remember it very carefully, lest he miss it. Like a word.
Even when he woke up one morning, Gal was horrified to find that John was standing in the kitchen, trying to prepare breakfast for himself!
Of course... He hadn't had time to blow up the kitchen because of the timely stop.
Several times, Gall felt impulsively about to ask him that scary question—do you have something in mind for me
But every time John uses those dark green eyes to radiate a gentle, pampering and pampering look... like looking after a house kitten, Gal's weird problem is stillborn, which makes the gold medal hunter very frustrated. Farmed and fled.
However, there was only one exception, that was when Gal tried to mention Archbishop Al with him, before he could start the topic, the lively and happy man's face changed rapidly, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he cut off his words neatly , telling him very candidly: "We worked together for a while, but I hated him."
Then he seemed to feel that his words were too harsh, and his expression softened a little. He glanced at Gale apologetically, and said in a tone of coaxing a baby to sleep: "I'm sorry, it's not against you, I'm just used to telling the truth, let Are you sick?"
What else could I do, Gal thought, but goosebumps
When Carlos saw Gal, he always had the urge to reach out and touch his head, but every time he just wanted to raise his hand, he regretted to find that the other party was already such a big adult man, this The action was no longer appropriate, so I lost it.
"I missed little Gal's entire childhood and youth." He thought sadly, "In a blink of an eye, he was already this big."
Then he would fall into his own emotions, with a black layer of resentment covering his head.
So poor Gal finally found something in common between these two "great" missions from the same era - they didn't listen to others!
Fortunately, Mr. Goode summoned the Gold Medal Hunters afterward—due to the barrier problem, they were called back to make various preparations for the battle. Gal’s vacation turned into a cloud, and flew away with the wind lightly. For twenty days, he avoided the priest who suddenly became interested in him for unknown reasons.
Of course, because of this, he has not been able to find an opportunity to continue the topic of "Archbishop Aldo".
When Gal was finally released from the temple and brought the therapist Amy to review the body of the non-stop priest at home, Xiaodeng's house was in chaos again.
"John," Gall called upstairs, "in ten minutes my mother will be visiting with my two little nephews—I mean, Mr. Reveal your identity, or you will get into trouble."
"I know!" There was a "bang" from upstairs, and Mr. Carlos, who went by the alias John, said angrily. "Get this guy out of my room! Hell, he's going to take off my pants!"
Amy was holding a syringe in her hand, and she was wearing a nurse skirt that she got from somewhere. She was like the spokesperson for a new video game "Zombie Nurse" launched by a certain company. Zhong Di blinked at Carlos: "Come on, baby."
Carlos was clutching his belt tightly, and before he could button up his jacket that he had unbuttoned when he checked the wound, he stood behind a chair in such a disheveled and imaginative way, confronting Amy therapist viciously : "You die this heart!"
"Leave your ass alone?" Amy raised her brows that had been sculpted quietly, "Oh, no, little beauty, you should give up on it."
"I've never heard of anyone in the world who needs a potion to get rid of scars!" Carlos's voice changed, "Scars are a man's badge! Why should I take off my pants to get rid of it?!"
These two guys, did you hear me... Gall sighed, walked upstairs, and stood in front of Carlos, who took the opportunity to swear and fasten his buttons.
"Amy, I remember that arm intramuscular injection, you don't have to drive someone to a corner just to see someone's ass - and stick out your arm John, it's just a potion for removing scars, no What will happen to you. The wound on your chest is different from others, I thought you understood the reason, if the scar is not removed, there will be a residual curse, it will corrode your body!"
Amy: "Hmph."
Gal gave him a warning look: "If I tell Louis that you harass the injured, he will definitely have doubts about the professional ethics of the temple healer team."
Amy was hit to the death spot, and he shrugged reluctantly: "Okay, you win—beauty, roll up your sleeves."
Carlos looked at him sullenly.
Mr. Garr, the kindergarten nanny, had to turn to another "kid": "John, I just said..."
Carlos glanced at him, but still reluctantly rolled up his sleeves.
"For your sake," he muttered.
Amy gave him an injection with a grinning grin, and it was very painful. Then Carlos turned pale, and the medicine was pushed into his muscles. Almost immediately, the skin of the wound on his chest and abdomen made a "sizzling" sound. Ross felt as if he was being roasted on an iron plate. Amy said on the side, "Don't scratch, don't scratch, you have to endure it for ten minutes-Gal, hold him down."
"No, you don't need to worry about me, I'll bear it." Carlos pulled the chair over and sat down unnaturally, and forced a smile to Gal in the pain.
"Oh," Amy looked at the two of them in surprise while packing her things, "When did you two get involved? Who is on top?"
"You're really... the most damned therapist I've ever seen..." Carlos's voice was suppressed in his throat, and he said every word.
"It's an honor." Amy blew a kiss.
Carlos looked up, sneered and added his words: "...Mr. Berg."
Amy's hand paused, and she turned her head blankly: "So do you want to get another shot, baby John?"
Gal raised his forehead: "For the sake of the temple, I beg you two."
At this moment, the doorbell rang, and Evan downstairs opened the door, there was a low voice of conversation, Gal showed a sincere smile, turned and walked out of John's room, and said quickly: "Let me To introduce you, Your Excellency, this is my mother, and the two little angels are my brother's children, Mike and Lily."
He ran down the stairs and gave the elegant old lady a big hug: "Mom, I miss you so much."
Carlos stood there stupidly, staring blankly at Gal's mother, Mrs. Shoden.
"What's the matter?" Amy asked.
"Is that... Miss Fraret?" Carlos said blankly.
Amy shrugged: "Forty years ago yes, now I'm afraid she changed her name to Mrs. Shotton."
Carlos didn't hear it at all, but murmured, "She's... beautiful."
Amy was terrified: "What?!"
"She's beautiful." Carlos repeated with a dreamy smile on his face.
"With all due respect," said Amy, "you are not of the same age, and I am afraid she is married—you have no chance, poor John dear."
Carlos turned a deaf ear, he walked down with a very eye-catching and elegant posture, all the way to Mrs. Xiaoden, looked at her deeply with those charming eyes, and held her hand, as if holding He held it in his palm like a treasure, and asked softly, "Can I, ma'am?"
"Oh..." Although Mrs. Xiaoden was also a beauty who was sought after when she was young, it was thirty years ago after all. She was taken aback for a moment before she realized it and smiled kindly, "Of course, the beautiful young people."
Carlos bent down and kissed his hands. Suddenly, a rose came out of nowhere with the hand behind his back: "My name is John, John Smith. Your beauty makes flowers eclipse, ma'am."
Mrs. Xiaoden was obviously entertained. She happily took the flowers from Carlos's hand, stood on tiptoe, took advantage of his bent waist before he could straighten up, and kissed him on the forehead: "You really do see me!" The cutest boy I've ever lived, if Gal could be as cute as you, there must be many girls marrying him long ago."
Evan looked at Carlos, who suddenly turned into a prince in the Middle Ages, scratched his hair in confusion, and asked Amy, "What happened to him?"
"I fell in love with Gal's mother." Amy concluded succinctly, "Come on, shut up your stupid child, you can stuff a duck egg in it."
Gal's four-year-old niece, Lily, bites her finger and stares at the flowers in her grandmother's hand.
Carlos winked at her, and his fingers gently stroked her soft braids. The girl's hair was wrapped with thin, emerald green vines, and small white flowers jumped out of it.
Lily opened her eyes wide: "John, are you a magician like Uncle Gal?"
Carlos laughed: "No, I am a Mr. Knight who specializes in serving beautiful ladies."
Amy rubbed her chin, and commented in a low voice beside her: "You know, silly Evan, great people always have a little eccentricity, such as the one in front of me, in my opinion, the Yujie he accused is too old Older, Lori is too young."
Gall stomped on him and said grimly, "Shut up, Mister Berger."