Intergalactic Era of Gossip

In a dark sports car off the long street, Andrea was sitting in jeopardy. Next to him was Dia with his legs crossed in a relaxed posture.

Dia was wearing sunglasses and seemed to persuade his colleagues to relax.

"The old Sels tree blooms, what are you nervous about?"

Andre did not move.

"I said, that guy has been single for so long, the first time you saw him chasing someone else, are you really not curious?"

"The woman in the red dress and the man in the white shirt at the corner on the right, which one do you think it is?"

"No...none of them. Maybe the student in school uniform on the other side is!"

Di Ya started talking to herself enthusiastically.

Andre asked: "Student?"

"Uh...it seems too small. How about we ask the marshal?"

Andrew looked at him and shook his head: "I'm not going."

"I'm not going either."

It was a good time to die, and it was only them who were injured in the end—this was the **** lesson that had been with Sells for many years to sum up.

"..."

"..."

The two were silent.

"But isn't the marshal still looking for his one-night stand before?"

The two looked at each other again, and both saw the gossip in each other's eyes.

In silence, the red limited edition sports car drove by quickly and stopped in the open space a few steps away from them.

Dia immediately retracted his legs, leaned forward, and looked at the beautiful car **** with enthusiasm, exclaiming: "The moat is inhumane, I actually saw the goddess!"

Andre turned his head swiftly, his face changed, "Goddess?"

Dia nodded, his eyes full of love for limited sports cars, "My dream car! She is so beautiful..."

Andre patted him and pointed at the man who had just got out of the car.

Dia's face suddenly collapsed: "Charvie? Why did he appear."

Andrew's eyes were deep: "He entered that store."

Dia's expression was psychedelic: "I suddenly remembered the last time Sells went to dinner with this guy."

Andre: "..."

Dia pressed the door with one hand, his expression was very serious: "Don't go in and take a look?"

Andrei made a stern face, and faithfully rejected the proposal of his friend.

When Dia got off the car happily, he followed him down and said, "You are going to peep, I am following to stop you."

Dia squinted: It's terrifying for people who usually look honest to make their minds look!

Sells sat by the window, looking at the scenery of Long Street casually. The coffee at hand exudes a strong and sweet aroma, he takes a small spoon and stirs it in a relaxed posture.

Although I was ready to release the pigeons, I was still a little bit disappointed when I didn't see anyone.

The news sent out has fallen to the sea, and it seems that today will really only be an afternoon tea for one person.

"Like a guy who missed an appointment."

A familiar voice came from the partition. He turned his head and saw Prince Naryn standing outside with no expression on his face.

Sells: "..."

Narren said: "I saw you."

Sells got up, walked over, and said, "Naren?"

The black-haired prince looked behind him, seeming a little surprised at the absence of people, and asked: "Where is your important person?"

Sells said: "He shouldn't be here."

Naren regretted: "Then we really feel sorry for the same disease."

—The pigeons were all released.

His eyes were full of sympathy, but his tone couldn't hide his gloat.

Sayles asked: "Why are you here?"

Naren was inexplicable: "Of course I came out to hang out. I have been here not long ago and found that the atmosphere is pretty good, suitable for relaxing."

After being released, he couldn't find a place to relax by himself?

He attributed the encounter between the two to a wonderful coincidence: "It's a coincidence."

Sells: "Well, it's a coincidence."

Naryn looked at Sells quietly for a few seconds, confirmed that he didn't see any intention to invite himself in and sit down on the opponent's face, and secretly gritted his teeth.

"Don't you ask me to go in and sit down?"

Sells was silent for a moment, and finally gave in sideways and asked, "What do you want to drink?"

Naryn stepped into the box and ordered a cup of coffee the same as last time.

When I passed the exquisite gift box beside the table, I asked knowingly, "A gift for him?"

"Well, it's a pity that he doesn't want to take it."

Sells sat down in front of him, his gaze fell on Narren, consciously or unconsciously—this grumpy colleague actually looked very pleasing, with a pale complexion and beautiful eyes. When he was still, he looked a lot like A beautiful painting.

Naryn whispered: "When I came out with you, there was never a gift."

Sells actually heard a hint of dissatisfaction from this ridicule.

Naron asked: "Do you like the watch I gave you before?"

The last time he met on Langton Street, he prepared a gift. Speaking of which, after receiving it, Sells has not made any comments on the gift.

Sells pulled up his long sleeves, revealing the men's watch that was covered.

Naryn: "..."

Sells: "It's very practical and the style is good. I like it very much."

Naryn looked away and turned to look out the window.

Sells lowered his head and opened the terminal seemingly unintentionally.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Narren in this scene and couldn't help but secretly complain: Don't tell him that Sells is sending a message to "self"?

The communicator has long been set to silent mode by him, so there is no need to worry about what will be exposed. But this feeling of being ignored was not good, and the arrogant Prince snorted and pursed his lips.

And Sells did not speak, as if all his attention was on the terminal.

Narren: "Still thinking about your date?"

Sells smiled: "He has a bad temper, he is lying and willful."

Naryn, who was suddenly deducted triple negative evaluation: "..."

Sells touched his chin: "But it makes me unpleasant."

The turning point is not strong at all. Under normal circumstances, shouldn't the content after the "but" override the previous one?

—A hypocritical guy, there really is a difference. He was caught by him for speaking bad things behind his back, right?

Sells moved his finger again, and after a few seconds he put the terminal down.

"Have I seen it?" Narren asked, "The capital is just this big, I'm curious who made you so...worried?" He thought of a word, his tone a little funny.

Sayles replied: "The person I've been looking for."

What's the meaning?

He smiled meaningfully.

Naryn gradually felt a chill in his back, causing a sense of horror inexplicably.

"It should be him. The little liar who ran away at the dinner party." Sayles asked, "You said, where would he hide?"