“There must be something wrong with this winery’s activities!” After breaking into the office with the newspaper, the red-haired director stepped over the guillotine that fell on the ground, slapped the "New Industry News" in his hand on the table, and invited with a very serious expression: "Emma! Come with me to investigate! I swear on the name of the director of the Virgin Cleanup Bureau that the person who planned this event must have an ulterior evil purpose behind it!" "..." "Director...are you short of money again?" After watching the so-called "evil activities", Emma, who was cleaning the skull-crushing hammer, raised her head and suggested helplessly: "My salary just happened to be paid two days ago. How about I lend you some more?" "Emma, you misunderstood!" Haha, borrowing money is borrowing money, and discounting is discounting. There is no conflict between the two! Deciding not only to borrow the money, but also to use the 50% discount, the red-haired director clenched his fists vigorously and insisted righteously:
"I really think there is something wrong with this event. Let's go! Come with me to investigate." "..." Stop making trouble, okay? Even if what you say is true, what kind of abnormal situation would it be worth for you, Director Zodiac, and me, a first-level disaster handler, to join forces? Is the evil god coming? I really don’t understand how boring an evil god must be to not make many sacrifices after his arrival, but instead raid a medium-sized winery? Looking at the red-haired director who was about to lose his mind because the alcohol bug in his stomach had not been fed for a long time, Emma suddenly couldn't help but have a headache. She stretched out her wet hand and tapped the word "couple" on the newspaper, trying to be as tactful as possible. He refused: "I am also a woman, but this event requires couples. Wouldn't it be inappropriate for us to go together?" "The situation is urgent and we can't take care of these details!" After calculating the remaining money, the red-haired director invited again with a serious face: "Let's go, let's go! I have a vague feeling that this event is just for me!" "..." Are you sure it came to you instead of you taking the initiative? "All right……" Looking at the red-haired director with extremely firm eyes, who had obviously made up his mind, Emma, a good best friend, could only shake her head helplessly, wiped her hands on her apron, took the newspaper and started reading. "Let me see where the address is. If it's not far, then wait until get off work today... I won't go!" After reading the specific rules of the activity, Emma's soft face suddenly turned slightly red. She poked the newspaper with her fingertips and asked in annoyance: "Have you watched it to the end? This event is not just for two people. You have to kiss passionately in public for a minute and prove your identity as a couple before you can enter!" "This...it's just a touch of lips..." After licking his lips, the red-haired director, who had not drank for more than six days and was really feeling uncomfortable, said shamelessly: "We are both women and we are so familiar with each other. I feel..."
"go out!" "Emma, good Emma! Just come with me! I'm going to die if I don't have any more wine!" "Then die!" "..." Tsk... Sure enough, at such a critical moment, no matter how good your best friend is, you can't rely on her. After being pushed out of the office, the red-haired director couldn't help but sigh in disappointment, then subconsciously turned his head and looked at the other office next to him. [Leon Lane (incident handler level 3)] After staring at the sign on the door of Lyon's office for a while, the hesitant red-haired director was shocked. He suddenly remembered the poisonous oath he had sworn five minutes ago. Then he couldn't help but stamped his feet bitterly, and said resolutely with a straight face. Turn around and leave. I'll come back when you get to work! … "Ah sneeze!!!" Hiss...it's obviously not winter yet, why is it so cold today? After pulling down the sleeves of his coat and putting his hands into the cuffs, Leon, who was shivering in the cold wind, couldn't help but open the panel and glanced suspiciously at his dip value. After being rushed to the hospital this time, the doctor judged that the wound would take a week to heal initially. However, he was already alive and kicking after only lying down for three days. He was discharged from the hospital last night and went home. His physical condition was obviously much better than that of the average person. And since my physique has improved so much, it stands to reason that I shouldn't be so afraid of the cold. Why am I still shivering when the cold wind blows? Huddled up and walking on the way to work, Leon, who was shivering in the cold wind, missed the warm little coffee stall of a certain profiteer. Although his bread is cut transparently, his butter is beaten thinner than shoe polish, and a piece of ham can be sold for a copper wheel, his coffee is warm enough, and the stove in the stall is burning brightly. All he has to do is lift his buttocks and sit inside. , the chill all over my body was driven away immediately, and I was able to feel warm all the way to the cleanup station. Sigh... It's a pity that he has something to do at home and has no time to go out for the time being, so he can only endure it for now. After William and the others enter the Bridge School and move into Happy Apartment with Anna in a few days, he will live directly in the office of the Cleanup Bureau, so he won't have to travel so far every day... huh? After turning a street corner, Leon was extremely surprised to find that the place where Old Charles usually set up a stall was not empty. A wave of heat that was like a spring breeze came to his face, instantly blowing away the chill around him. He actually came out of the stall! As if he had reunited with a friend who had been away for many years, Leon, who was soothed by the warm wind, immediately ran over happily. He was about to talk to Old Charles, but he was frozen in place. Otherwise, the person sitting in front of the stove in the coffee stall is not the dark-skinned old man with a very honest smile, but a young man with long legs and a slim waist who has an excellent proportion, but uses a scarf to cover the lower half of his face. woman. "..." Why did this stall change... Hmm... ‘I plan to pass this small coffee stall on to my daughter in the future, so that no matter how she lives outside, she can make a living at home. ’ Recalling what Old Char once said to him, Leon couldn't help but have a flash of realization in his eyes... Was it because Old Char had to take care of his wife and had no time to leave the stall, so he handed over the stall to his daughter in advance, right? Hmm... Although it was probably just a joke, he seemed to have said that he wanted to recruit me as his son-in-law?
… Why does this person keep staring at me? Looking at the man who had not entered the stall, but had been looking at her, the scarf woman couldn't help but frown, but she did not scold him, but followed the example of other coffee stall owners, nodded politely, and then took the initiative to ask road: "Guest, would you like a cup of coffee?" "Ah! I want it!" After coming back to his senses, Leon smiled, ducked into the warm tent of the stall, and then did not talk to his "scandalous girlfriend", but directly ordered: "A cup of coffee, two slices of buttered bread, and a slice of ham." "OK." After a crisp response, the scarf girl stood up from the stove and stood upright in front of the hot stone slab. She pulled a piece of fluffy toast, cut out two "thin slices" three centimeters thick with two swipes, and threw them directly on the stone slab. Then he used a spoon to scoop out the butter jar next to him, dug out two balls of butter that were larger than strawberries, and spread them on them. Then he took out half of the ham and chopped off a piece as big as the palm of his hand with a click of a knife. Son…… "..." Am I awake? After looking at the two "thin" slices of bread brought to his table, Leon couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise. He looked up at Old Charles' prodigal daughter. For a moment, he didn't know whether to thank her for her generosity or to thank her for her generosity. It's time to worry about old Charles. You girl... doesn't seem to be a business person! "guest!" Seeing this eccentric man staring at her all the time, with very "complex" emotions in his eyes, the scarf girl couldn't help but narrow her eyes and asked in a cold voice: "Excuse me, is there anything strange about my face?" "Uh...sorry..." Seeing that his gaze made others angry, Leon had to apologize awkwardly, then politely turned his head away from her and asked directly: "How much do these cost in total?" How much... How much do these things cost at an ordinary coffee stall... Wait! There's movement! While she was thinking, she glanced at the building across the street and found that the curtains on the second floor had been opened. The scarf girl suddenly became alert like a hawk that had found its prey. With her eyes fixed on the window on the second floor opposite, the scarf girl, who had most of her attention taken away, stretched out her hand towards Leon without looking at it, and said casually: "Just give me a Yinlun." ? ? ? What the hell? A silver wheel? Is that okay? After hearing the price of this breakfast, Leon suddenly raised his head and looked at his "gossip girlfriend" with a confused expression.
Good guy, I thought you were a prodigal just now, but it turns out you are charging more harshly than your father!
