Chapter 810 Drawing of Hell
Anhil was lost in thought.
In front of him was the interested gaze of Jessica, and behind him were the inexplicably enthusiastic gazes of those bastards.
He could guarantee that if he said "I don't want to go" at this time, Gordon and the others would definitely yell "Of course the hunter wants to go to the tavern!" or something like that, and then forcefully drag him there.
What should be done.
etc?
Anhil suddenly came back to his senses. How come he was led astray by these guys? What do you feel guilty about?
Herta is indeed just a pen pal. At best, she and I just admire each other. In addition, we have similar reading hobbies, and we occasionally exchange books through correspondence, which is far from the level of confirmation of the relationship like Gordon Hayata.
Xuxu is even more outrageous. It's purely a life-saving relationship, right? If he hadn't been forcibly kidnapped by Gordon and the others' "minority obeys the majority", he would not have planned to come back to meet him.
Then what are you struggling with?
After thinking about it, Anhil suddenly became calm, "The tavern, just in time, let's go meet each other and treat ourselves to a meal. After all, Dongdoruma is also our territory. Xuanxu has to come all the way here. Treat me well."
Feng Ying stared, "Sister Heta is there too!"
“Hmm, so what?”
"Aren't you afraid that I will expose your affairs?"
“Who am I with? What’s the matter?” Anxier looked sideways at Feng Ying.
Feng Ying choked, and thinking about it, Anxier seemed to have never gotten too close to anyone of the opposite sex. Herta could barely count, but it was mostly Hurley and them who were making trouble.
Even when it comes to correspondence, Hertha is always the more proactive side, and Ancier may not reply to a letter for several months.
Gordon raised his eyebrows and looked at Ancil, "I remember that you admitted that you had a crush on Herta, right before the hero celebration in Jieyun Village.
At that time, he also said that if I confess my love to Hayata, you should go and confess your love to Herta. "
There was silence in Jessica's office for a moment, and Hayata asked Gordon in a faint tone: "Has this happened before?"
“Ahem” Gordon didn’t know how to answer Hayata’s question.
Jessica looked at Ancil with sharp eyes. Ancil's expression changed slightly, but he quickly calmed down, "I don't deny that I have a good impression of Hertha.
However, good impression is only a personal subjective perception and has no direct correlation with interpersonal relationships on an objective level. "
"Evoke the important and take the easy." Jessica pointed at Ancil and interrupted him, "The key lies in the second half of the sentence. As far as I know, Mr. Gordon and Miss Hayata have already confirmed their relationship. So, what about your agreement? ?”
Ancier shrugged, "The agreement is time-sensitive. Besides, I was just trying to force Gordon to confirm his intention. It doesn't mean anything."
Jessica frowned, looked at Gordon and asked, "Did he leave any written notes or letters of love?"
“Tsk.” Gordon gritted his teeth, “No, he was pretending to be writing, but he was actually drawing a graffiti.”
The shrewd businesswoman sighed, "Anhil, we have taught you to be cautious since you were a child and not to give people any leverage. We did not let you use it for this kind of thing."
The veins on Anhil’s forehead were twitching wildly, “Isn’t it that you have been looking for something to do with me?!”
"Oh, that's too foreign to say!" Gordon stretched out his arm and hooked Ancier's neck, laughing, "We are just caring about your emotional life, just like you usually care about us. "
“It’s meow.” Zhupa also looked at Anxier with blank eyes.
Anhil: "."
“Let’s go! Let’s go to the Public Tavern now!”
"Wow, it's really big!" Xuanxu tried her best to raise her head and looked at the twenty-meter-high ceiling of the Dazhong Tavern. "Why is the ceiling built so high here?"
Mrs. Sterling held her cheek, looking equally confused, "Auntie doesn't know, either?"
"Because the great elder comes here occasionally." A female voice came from the side, "Of course, the more important reason is that it is so grand!"
The two subconsciously turned around and saw the huge cat head. Xuanxu suddenly cheered, "Sister Gale!"
“Hehe, it’s really you, Xuanxu.”
Gail took off his huge helmet and threw it on the wine table aside. He hugged Xuanxu as he jumped over and gave her a "chip" on the face.
As a fashionista among ladies, the first impression the other party’s outfit gave her was simply devastating.
But after taking off his helmet, Gale's **** waves and bright facial features suddenly had a strange reaction with the messy equipment.
Rebellious and wild style? Surprisingly okay?
“Who is this sister over here?” After stamping a few pokes on Xuanxu’s face, Gale looked at Ms. Sterling curiously.
Of course she could tell that the other person was not a hunter, and his clothing and temperament did not look like ordinary citizens.
This "sister" made Ms. Sterling very happy. She is nearly sixty years old, and most of the people she interacts with in daily life call her "Mrs." or "Ms."
She tried to trick Xuanxu into calling her mother, but Xuanxu was no longer a child, so she ended up calling her "aunt" in a dialect, which was at least more pleasant to her ears than aunt.
But I have never met anyone who took the initiative to call her sister.
The three of them soon chatted together. When he learned that Ms. Sterling was Ancil's mother, Gale was a little stunned.
Although she has always had little dealings with Ancil, her emotional intelligence is not low, and she will naturally not do something stupid like slandering her son in front of her mother.
However, given her temperament, she is also not interested in praising someone against her true feelings, so she complains from some angles that are difficult to distinguish between right and wrong, such as obsessive-compulsive disorder, prudery, and pleasure crimes.
These words that seemed to be complaints, seemed to be complaints, but in Mrs. Sterling's ears, they had another meaning inexplicably.
Mrs. Stirling couldn't help but began to wonder, this girl looked strangely familiar to that boy Ancil, could it be that kind of relationship?
It seems that I did hear Jessica say that Ancil has a rather ambiguous female friend, but her name is also different?
Mrs. Sterling looked at Gale again.
Based on her understanding of her son, this girl doesn’t look like Ancil’s ideal type. She should be just an ordinary friend, or a former teammate or something.
Bar?
Putting aside the previous unfounded conjecture for the time being, Mrs. Sterling hesitated for a moment and asked: "Miss Gale, have you heard of the name 'Herta'? I heard Ancil mention it before."
As soon as she was halfway through her words, Gale grinned widely and said, "Herta? Haha, of course I know you. Just wait for me to take a look."
With that said, Gale stood up and looked towards the task counter, "She's here!"
Without waiting for Mrs. Sterling to stop, Gale waved his hand and shouted: "Herta! Herta! Come here! Come here quickly!"
With a business smile on her face, Herta, who was standing behind the counter, heard someone calling her and looked over.
Hetty, the eldest sister of the triplets, smiled and said to her: "It's Miss Gale calling you. There may be something urgent. Go ahead. There's nothing here for now, and it's almost lunch break."
Herta nodded and walked out of the counter.
Looking at Hertha, who was walking with a graceful manner and a hint of subtle alienation in her politeness, Ms. Sterling couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.
That’s right, the child should like this one!
“This is the mother of that Ancier guy!” Gale, who had some guesses in his mind, introduced with a smile.
Herta's expression froze when he heard this.
Oh?
Mrs. Sterling was keenly aware of this, but she did not show any more abnormalities. She raised her palms to lead to the empty seat at the table and said with a generous smile: "Are you free to chat with me for a while?
Forgive me as a mother for neglecting to care for that child over the years.
You are all his friends, and I hope you can take this opportunity to learn more about his daily life. "
Herta hesitated for two seconds, and finally nodded lightly and sat down.
When Anhil was pushed by Gordon and others to the Public Tavern.
I saw four of my mother, my pen pal, someone I had not dealt with since childhood, and a strange beautiful girl who was suspected to be my savior, sitting at a table, chatting happily.
Anhil's face is about to split.
What kind of **** drawing is this? !
Even though there was no evil in his heart, he still had the urge to turn around and run away.
However, when we turned around, we found that the escape route was tightly blocked by Gordon and the others.
(End of this chapter)