Intergalactic Era of Gossip

Andre asked his companion with his eyes, and the latter replied with the same puzzled expression.

—You know?

—I'm not looking for you?

After a second, the two reached a consensus.

Dia showed a bright smile without dead ends and greeted him.

At this time, Andre will silently time in his heart, waiting for Dia to once again set out useful information in a short time and develop a deep friendship with others.

However, this time it was a bit unexpected.

As soon as Dia got up, the other party responded with ten times enthusiasm, from the weather to the food, from the clothes to the hairstyle, and finally made a request for a separate date: "Why don't we have a meal together?"

Andreie was stunned by listening, and was amazed in his heart.

Dia sat back next to Andre, shook his head and rejected the man's invitation.

"I'm afraid it won't work." He rubbed Andrei, behaving intimately: "I have to stay with him."

"It's a pity." The short-haired man who claimed to be Jeff stretched out his hands regretfully, his eyes fell on Andre, who was silent all the time, and smiled.

"It seems that I'm going to spend the boring public holiday afternoon alone again. Of course, if you don't mind, the dinner party for three is also very interesting.

Dia thought for a while and asked, "Are you a frequent visitor here?"

A new topic was provoked, Jeff's eyes lit up, and he moved naturally to sit opposite the two of them, as if he was about to talk.

Andre: "..." He always felt that the people at the next table looked at him with sympathy.

Dia held his arm all the way, but stared at Jeff enthusiastically. And he sat in silence, unable to put a word in his mouth—this looked like a bitter master about to be cuckold in the eyes of passers-by.

"The guests of this cafe are all beautiful people." Jeff blinked, pretending to be mysterious: "Its original positioning is for all ages, but the interesting thing is that there are very few elderly people here. It's often...

He paused for a few seconds, staring at Dia, and whispered: "A beauty like you."

Dia was flattered, his eyes drifted, seemingly shy and at a loss for such blatant compliments.

Andre looked at his colleagues disgustingly.

—Look at the trouble you have caused.

-Blame me for too much charm?

"Beauties are always a little temperamental these days." Jeff looked at his smile and was deeply moved: "I am a person who loves to chat. Not long ago because of this hobby, I was treated unreasonably."

Dia showed a curious look at the right time.

Andre was thoughtful.

"He is a patient with sensitive skin, and his whole body is tightly wrapped. But his eyes are very beautiful, even more charming than the most lustrous jade...I praised him, and I would like to recommend a place free from sunlight. But he attributed it to harassment."

Jeff's tone was a little dissatisfied, and after meeting Dia's intently listening expression, he said: "Sorry, I shouldn't discuss these trivial matters with you.

Dia said: "I like to listen to these trivia."

Andre suddenly interjected: "I remember, you were driven out by the store security a few weeks ago."

—I ran into him.

At that time, he thought it was a vicious incident, and if it weren't for the Chongxing suspect, he would really like to take care of it. Unexpectedly, a few weeks later, he met the protagonist of the original incident again.

Jeff's expression froze.

Andre turned his head and said to Dia: "You were also in the car that day, but I had to deal with a group of energetic young men and women.

Di Ya suddenly realized.

"Yes, it was that time." After a brief embarrassment, Jeff quickly regained his composure: "I was very impressed. After that, a group of soldiers came and guarded the street exit, seeming to be looking for someone.

He subtly shifted the focus of the topic.

However, this time, the considerate Dia asked persistently: "That day... did you see a dermatologist?

Jeff rubbed his palm: "Yeah."

Dia asked: "Did you see him?

Jeff certainly didn't see Naron.

Including Sells, no one in Asha knew about it.

In the box, after Naren drank half a cup of coffee, there was a snack absent, and he was hungry.

Who knew that 4843 Langton Street was a cafe?

Come with the expectation of eating, but can only drink a cup of bitter coffee.

Naryn didn't feel like it.

Sells held his terminal, poking a glance at it from time to time, then raised his head and smiled at him.

Naryn: "..."

The two chatted casually, occasionally silent, and the atmosphere was not even embarrassing.

Naryn reached out and rang the call bell. With Sells's sight, I ordered a vanilla-flavored cake and an ice cream, and waited contentedly for the dessert to be on the table.

He actually prefers other staple foods to sweet and greasy pastry cakes, but occasionally changing the taste is also a good adjustment.

Cakes and ice cream were soon on the table, each placed in exquisite tableware.

The cake is only half the size of a palm, with fine texture and exquisite shape; when it is close, it can smell the rich milk fragrance. The ice cream ball next to it is topped with a layer of strawberry sauce and a fresh strawberry full of shape.

Naryn was already hungry, he grabbed the spoon and started eating immediately.

The taste of the cake is very delicate, as if the aroma can be felt on the tip of the tongue.

"How does it taste?" Sells stared at him eating the cake with interest.

Naryn reservedly filled the speed of eating, and said lightly: "It's okay."

A minute later, the palm-sized cake disappeared instantly. The small ball ice cream didn't last long, and an adult man could wipe it out with a few mouthfuls.

Staring at the empty plate, the prince who was not even half full was silent.

The portion here is children's meal, right?

No, even children may not be full!

He squinted his eyes, and felt that even ten cakes would be more than enough.

But this is obviously too inconsistent with his own image.

-He didn't want to achieve the glorious achievement of "Eat ten servings per meal" in front of Sells.

Sells said: "It looks pretty good, I want to have one too."

Naryn said, "...you are free."

After half a minute, the waiter brought another round plate on which was placed several cut half-slap-sized cakes, neatly arranged into a large round cake.

Why does Sales have so many?

Naryn's eyes were empty.

Sells looked at His Royal Highness whose mood changed with amusement. If it were in the past, he would only feel that the other party's mood is not very good and should not make too much contact; but now, he seems to understand the source of this colleague's bad mood more and more, and finds that it is not difficult to coax him.

He said distressedly: "I didn't expect that there will be so many, help me share some?"

Naryn raised his eyes to look at him, his gray eyes seemed to light up.

Outside the box, Dia was still talking gossip with Jeff with all his heart, but Andrew was always looking in one direction, but he was also distracted to listen to the conversation between the two.

"Mask? Is he still wearing a dark long coat, hat and sunglasses?"

Jeff looked at Andrew in surprise: "Yes!"

Andre: "..." He just asked casually, but he didn't expect that the person Jeff was talking to would be the companion of the gold worm.

"Although he refused my request and didn't want to take off the mask, I believe he must be very beautiful." Jeff's expression is very subtle: "Unfortunately, he has a bad temper."

There was a crisp sound from the little girl outside the door.

"Grandpa, the cakes in this shop are really delicious! Buy me ten copies."

Jeff looked over and found that it was a pair of grandparents, who seemed to be strolling over after dinner. Little Lori was wearing a pink tutu skirt, and hopping around pulling her grandfather into the store. Even with a sudden upturned tweet on his head, Jeff had to admit that it was cute.

He sincerely praised: "I rarely see such a combination in this store. But even for grandparents, it is very pleasing to the eye."

Dia ignored him this time because he recognized that it was the old Prince Charles and his granddaughter Ilia.

The old prince was dragged into the store by his granddaughter, and he took a serious look at the indoor environment, and finally his eyes fell on Dia and Andre.

Although Dia and Naren didn't get along well, they were all deterred juniors in front of Old Charvey. Andre has stood up, nodded and said hello, with a very respectful attitude.

Illiya also saw the two of them, and immediately let go of her grandfather, and ran over with her little skirt.

Andre: "..."

The human-shaped pink cannonball "shooed" into his arms.

"Uncle Andrew! Are you here to accompany Uncle Sells out on business?"

The little eyes blinked and looked around expectantly: "Where is Uncle Sells?"

Andrew opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.

—He didn't accompany the marshal to work, but the marshal was indeed in the shop.

The adult world is very complicated.

It was so complicated that Andrew felt that his poor vocabulary was not enough to support the answer to this question. After all, he was until he couldn't perfuse the child with lies.

Fortunately, Dia greeted him at the right time. He had long heard about Iliya's distress at the hot spring club, but he happened to stagger with Iliya that day. Today, I finally saw the juvenile of Xia Erwei's family up close, and I have to admit that the family's appearance genes are very stable.

"You are Ilia, right?"

Ilia raised her head and smiled sweetly: "Yes."

Jeff next to him instantly had an urge to hold his heart.

—The bear kid who can pretend is really very deceptive sometimes.

Andre sighed secretly.

Dia said: "Sales often mentioned you to us, saying that you are cute and well-behaved."

Iliya's eyes lit up, she forgot her question in a blink of an eye, flushed, and asked shyly: "Really?"

Dia nodded affirmatively.

"certainly."

Andre: "..." Why has he never heard of it?

The picture of Ilia's "frivolity" Sayles is still vivid, and he dared to bet with his precious personality that Sayles would not think so.