The men sat down, the two alumni talked about their past, university life, interesting classes, the professor was a good listener, never interjecting but never missing the slightest sign of not caring about the topic, the lady boiling water in the back to make tea, and even grinding coffee before making tea.

Both the professor and the king like to drink tea, and the young master Adams loves black coffee, both of which are prepared to satisfy the boss, and the other is to allow guests to choose, at least in Adams's evaluation, although Wang will raise the bar with the boss, but at least the coffee she brews is very suitable for the boss's taste, and only at this point she will not work against the boss, but sometimes if she is unhappy, she may add a handful of sugar cubes or a spoonful of mustard to it.

"Miss King can also sit down and talk about herself, or listen to our friendship story." Adams said, but after seeing that she wanted to leave after pouring her tea, he added. "Or an interesting topic that a professor talks about in college."

Wang placed her teacup on the table, and since there were only two people in a row on the sofa, even if she hated the old gentleman who was covered in the smell of cologne, there was no need to huddle with the two boys who were cooking the warm soup of their classmates, so she sat next to Lanchester for the first time.

Lanchester just smiled and drank his black tea, adding an extra sugar cube halfway through.

However, most of the topics were talked about by the three of them, and Wang did not take the initiative to say a word, and Adams, who discovered this, said: "I remember that Miss Wang used to study at Igambio, only three years older than me, don't you have any special memories of the Neychester River?"

It is not only a holy place for confessions, but also a favorite place for graduating students, especially on the bridge, on summer nights with frogs lying on water lilies.

Wang's expression hesitated a little because of this, and then changed to deep, and Ji could even see that she was completely different from the state she saw when she first entered the door, it was just her own personality at that time, and now it is her emotions, and it is completely uncontrollable emotions in this person who should be very controllable.

"Adams, and you, Boy." Wang stood up, the professor still smiling gently. "I said this to Adams before, so I'll say it again to you."

"Detective games can be used for housekeeping, or in your school club. But in Samuel, in Ha City, you don't have the huge chips you need to participate in this real-life game. The king looked at them and said.

For the first time, Ji had the idea to take the initiative to communicate with this "senior sister" who was not easy to get along with, and the first conversation they met was not beautiful and cold.

"What chips?"

"There are as many lives as cats, but you have more curiosity than cats." Wang picked up his teacup and turned to the cooking table.

Although Adams is a son-in-law and not a gentleman, he is obviously very humble to the lady, even if the other party coldly asked him to give up his ideals, he did not show anger, even a character like Ji also felt uncomfortable with the other party's attitude, Adams said to the king: "Wang, we are all people with our own insistence, if you can give up what you insist on, I will give up, but you can't, so I can't either."

Ki heard the sound of a teacup shattering.

"But that's not the case, Adams." Wang's tone was no longer strong, and she whispered. "Ji, he shouldn't stay here, he should go back to his greenhouse, and so should you."

Adams stood up and said, "To stay or not to stay will be Ji's own decision, I will respect his choice, and will not induce him with personal preferences or emotional factors." And where exactly I should be, it's also my Adams· Lee· Carlos is determined by his own personal will. I know you're worried about our safety, but you should trust our will. ”

The professor finished drinking the black tea, and there was freshly added unstirred sugar water underneath, and his sweet throat was astringent.

Wang turned around and glanced at these two stunned youths, they were the same naïve, the same age, Wang finally sighed, looked directly at Ji for the first time, and said to him in Chinese: "My surname is Wang, my name is Wang Xizhi, the hope of Xi, the same as the one who is the same, you can call me Wang like him."

"You'd better keep a low profile on the streets." Wang said, picking up the debris from the ground, "There are many people in the dead corners of Hacheng who may gouge out your eyes when they look at each other just because you are an outsider. ”

Adams smiled, and she began to be aggressive again, and said, "I'm going to watch this kid, Professor, Miss King, not going to have dinner together?"

"Even though I'm depressed to be in the same room with him, I'm even more suffocating with two young boys." Wang said.

"I'll stay here for dinner." The professor raised his eyebrows and said, put the empty cup on the table on the plate, and brought it to the edge of the table, even knowing Wang Xizhi's disposition with him, he just elegantly put the plate on her right hand, and then went to the bathroom.

"I thought he wasn't serving a dirty cup, but a plate of M9 ribeye steak." Adams whispered to Kei.

Ji obviously feels the same way.

The two of them came in and left again only a few minutes later, Wang stood at the window and looked at the street below, the two young men got in the car and went to the bustling city of Hacheng, she glanced at her watch, there was still some time before dinner, they should be going to go shopping.

Andiel began to fiddle with his old record player again, and the elegant music played, and she rubbed her brows, and her eyes fell on the files on Adams's desk, one of which was placed in the center of the table, not commissions, but newspapers and some materials, messy notes, and maps of flowers.

"You know he's been watching this lately?" Wang's hand propped up on the desk and picked up a few photos.

Andil put down his hand waving the beat and said with a smile: "Wang, don't you think you are too nervous?" Adams has proven that he can handle such contingencies and protect himself. ”

"Besides, even if you die in an accident, you don't need to be responsible." The gentleman laughed.

“Lanchester！” Wang slapped the table and snapped. "Are you really his mentor and not a demon who bewitched him?"

"Wang, you're too nervous." Andil said. "I'm just telling you from a legal point of view that he is a legal person who has the sole responsibility for the consequences of his own decisions."

"After all, not everyone will put the misfortune of others and the responsibility of others into their own position like Wang You." Andil said. "Or rather, how many more people do you want to do justice to those who have suffered misfortunes?"

"I don't want to do anything like this for anyone else, Lanchester." Wang restrained her anger, not that she wasn't angry now, but she just sensed that Lanchester was provoking her. "But I don't want to see that fool lose his life again, believe me, one day I will find the real murderer."

She put the picture back on the table, opened the door and went to the kitchen.

Andil turned up the volume on the turntable, leaned back on the couch, and opened the book.

There was no need for him to cook dinner tonight, Wang's appetite was small, and she couldn't cook her own dinner without ignoring the rude behavior of another elegant colleague in the office, perhaps under the influence of a gentleman.

I don't know if tonight's dinner will be wonton noodles or egg fried rice.