Wine and Gun

Albarino glanced at Herstal with a secret smile in his eyes. Then he answered lightly: "Let's go."

Herstal looked at Albarino's expectant gaze, and suddenly knew what the other party was implying, but he had no way of retreating now: of course he could just get in the car and walk away like this, and then throw Albarino to him alone. This reporter, but this way the other party will definitely follow Albarino all the way to the subway station. Although Albarino will certainly not reveal any key information to Schheiber, the action of "lawyers throwing clients on the ground to deal with reporters" seems inappropriate.

Now, the corners of Albarino's mouth are also involved in the formation of that smile, the man's eyes are shining, he always looks like a galaxy, and it's that look that keeps reminding him that you can't beat a man like that .

Because he doesn't care.

Hestal had no choice but to take out the car key and drive. After a beeping sound of unlocking, Albarino nodded to the reporter, then opened the front passenger's door without a trace, and sat in smoothly. Herstal resisted more slurs and curses and got into the driver's seat.

The door slammed shut, and the sound insulation immediately blocked everything the reporter wanted to say and what he didn't want to say outside the car. The reporter stared at the dark glass of the window with some dissatisfaction, apparently because Albarino didn't say anything. Dissatisfied with the latest news, but if he knew Albarino well enough, he would have said nothing useful.

Herstal started the car and drove out of the parking lot.

The figure of the reporter was thrown farther and farther, and Albarino stared at the rearview mirror with his head sideways. After staring for a while, he suddenly said, "In that case, let's go to lunch."

Herstal wasn't too shocked by the words coming out of the other person's mouth, as long as you allowed the other person to get a little closer to you - no matter how hard the situation was - the person would stick to you like a candy cane.

But he didn't expect that Albarino's next sentence was: "I know a shop that sells the best cheeseburgers I've ever eaten in my life -- I took Elliott Evans to that one. shop."

And Herstal began to think about throwing him down again and running the car over him.

In the end they did go to the family restaurant, and Herstal himself didn't understand when he started compromising, or, when one was with Albarino Bacques, he compromised too. sooner or later. In this process, the person who first said "I will fall in love with you" will naturally lose the first move in the game.

Herstal refuses to order the cheesy-looking burger that Albariño strongly recommends, and his lunch is salad, bread, and soup, of course; not Albariño, who is in While waiting for the food to arrive, he kept playing with his phone rudely, and even tried to use a fork to steal the cherry tomatoes from the Herstal salad bowl after the food was served.

—It's hard to imagine how this man did it, a psychopath, a serial murderer, smiling and moving with ease, as if they never threatened to take their lives, as if the Sunday gardener didn't have one in his heart. Complicated plans about how well the blue flowers match Herstal's eyes, as if they were playing some kind of romantic game.

"He'll report what you said," Herstal said.

Albarino was using a knife to cut the hill-like burger that Herstal had at least four layers of buns. He didn't know how he could cut it down so crisply and neatly that not even the cheese and sauce would be squeezed out. He said calmly while concentrating on the dissection table, "Of course he will, but I didn't provide any key information, nor did I say anything particularly inappropriate, Bart probably won't be angry."

He put the cut knife on the plate, slowly licked the bit of cheese from his fingers, glanced at Herstal, and then suddenly smiled.

"Or," he said wryly, "are you really concerned that I say the pianist has no taste?"

Herstal snorted contemptuously.

"Herstal," Albarino said, his voice lowered, almost serious, "whatever you do, you are very different from the guys in Kentucky who hurt you. ,do you know?"

Herstal looked at each other - while Albarino just ate with his head down, he barely made a sound when he ate, and even eating this kind of food didn't get sauces and residues all over the place Yes, it's almost like magic.

There is still something about him that continues to be revealed to others: that he comes from a well-educated, wealthy family, and that at some point this involuntary essence of him is mixed with his usual style that is so different from his usual style. Together, a very strange picture is formed.

"Are we going to talk about this?" Herstal asked rhetorically. "Is your next sentence going to say 'I am willing'?"

"I have always been voluntary, especially the part where you go to school - no matter what form this event is presented to the public in the end." Albarino replied with a smile.

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