Anhill fell into deep thought.

In front of him was Jesseica's interested gaze, and behind him was the inexplicably enthusiastic gaze of those bastards.

He could assure him that if he said "I don't want to go" at this time, Gordon would definitely shout, "Of course the hunters are going to the tavern!" "Something, and then just drag yourself over.

What should I do?

Wait a minute?

Anhill suddenly came back to his senses, why was he led astray by these guys? What do you have to be kind to yourself?

Hertha is indeed just a pen pal, and she and she only appreciate each other at most, plus they have similar reading hobbies, and occasionally correspond to each other's bibliographies, far from the level of confirmation of a relationship like Gordon Hayatta.

The worm is even more unscored, it's a pure life-saving relationship, right? If it weren't for the forcible tying up of Gordon and their "minority obeying the majority", he wouldn't have planned to come back to meet.

So what are you struggling with?

Anhil, who had figured it out, suddenly became calm, "Tavern, it's just right, let's go and meet together, and then have a meal, how can I say that Dondoruma is also our territory, and we have to entertain them all the way over." ”

Feng Ying glared, "Sister Hertha is there too!" ”

"Hmm, so what?"

"You're not afraid that I'll expose your business?"

"Who am I with? What's up? Anhill squinted at Feng Ying.

Feng Ying choked, and when she looked back, Anhil didn't seem to have gotten too close to anyone of the opposite sex, Hertha barely counted, but it was more Hurley who was making trouble with them.

Even in the matter of correspondence, it was always Hertha's side who was more proactive, and Anhill may not reply for several months.

Gordon raised an eyebrow at Anhill, "I remember, you admitted that you had a crush on Hertha, a moment before the Yuyun Village Hero Celebration.

At that time, he also said, if I confess to Hayata, you will confess to Hertha. ”

There was a moment of silence in Jesseca's office, and Hayatta asked Gordon in a quiet tone, "Anything else?" ”

"Ahem" Gordon didn't know how to answer Hayatta's question for a moment.

Jessica looked at Anhill with blazing eyes, Anhill's face changed slightly, but he quickly calmed down, "I don't deny that I have some good feelings for Hertha.

However, favorability is only a subjective perception of an individual, and it is not directly related to interpersonal relationships at an objective level. ”

"Avoid the important and light." Jessega pointed at Anhill and interrupted him, "The point is in the second half of the sentence, as far as I know, Mr. Gordon and Miss Hayatta have confirmed their relationship, so, what about your agreement?" ”

Anhill shrugged, "The agreement is time-sensitive, and I was just trying to force Gordon to confirm his intentions, so I can't say anything. ”

Jessega frowned, looked at Gordon and asked, "Did he leave any notes or confessional letters?" ”

"Tsk." Gordon grinded 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 childhood, not to keep people to take advantage of them, not for you to use them for such things. ”

Anhill's forehead was bruised, "Isn't it because you've been looking for me?!" ”

"Oops, that's too much to say!" Gordon stretched out his arm, hooked Anhill's neck, and laughed, "We're just concerned about your emotional life, just like you care about us." ”

"It's meow." The pork chop also looked at Anhill with blank eyes.

Anhill: "."

"Let's go! Let's go to the Volkswagen now! ”

"Wow, that's really!" Frog struggled to look up at the twenty-meter-high ceiling of the public tavern, "Why is the ceiling built so high here?" ”

Mrs. Stirling cupped her cheeks, 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 this is magnificent!" ”

The two subconsciously turned their heads to look and saw the huge cat head, and the worm suddenly cheered, "Sister Gail!" ”

"Hee-hee, it's really you."

Gail took off his huge helmet and threw it on the wine table to the side, hugged the mothflies who jumped over, and took a sip on the moth's face.

Madame Stirling blinked, looking curiously at the huntress in front of her.

As a fashionista among noblewomen, the first impression of the other person's outfit was simply devastating.

But when he took off his helmet, Gail's big black waves and bright facial features suddenly had some kind of strange reaction with the messy equipment.

Rebellious wild style? Unexpected OK?

"Who is this sister over here?" After a few pokes in the moth's face, Gail looked curiously at Ms. Sterling.

Of course, she could see that the other party was not a hunter, and the temperament of his clothing was not like that of ordinary citizens.

This "sister" was called Ms. Stirling's heart, she was nearly sixty years old, and most of the people she came into contact with on weekdays called her "Madame" or "Madam".

She tried to fool Frog into calling her mother, but Worm was not a child of a few years old, and finally used a dialect of "Auntie" as a title, at least more pleasant than Auntie.

But I really haven't met anyone who took the initiative to call her sister.

The three of them soon got into a conversation, and Gail was stunned when he learned that Ms. Sterling was Anhill's mother.

Although she has not dealt with Anhill much, she has a good emotional intelligence, so naturally she will not do stupid things to slander other people's sons in front of her mother.

However, with her temperament, she is also not interested in touting someone against her heart, so she complains from some angles that are difficult to distinguish between right and wrong, such as obsessive-compulsive disorder, such as hypocrisy, such as pleasure.

These words seemed to be complaints, as if they were complaints, but they inexplicably had another meaning in Mrs. Sterling's ears.

Mrs. Stirling could not help but wonder if this girl was strangely familiar with Anhill's boy. That kind of relationship?

It seems that I did hear Jesseica say that Anhill has a more ambiguous female friend, but the name is different?

Mrs. Stirling glanced at Gale again.

From what she knew about her son, this girl didn't look like Anhill's ideal type, she should just be an ordinary friend, or a teammate or something

Right?

Putting aside her unfounded conjectures for a moment, Mrs. Stirling hesitated for a moment and asked, "Miss Gael, have you ever heard of the name 'Hertha'?" I've heard Anhill mention it before."

Halfway through her sentence, Gale grinned, "Hertha? Haha, of course I know, I'll take a look later. ”

With that, Gail stood up and looked over at the task counter, "She's here!" ”

Without waiting for Mrs. Stirling to stop him, Gale waved his hand and shouted, "Hertha! Hertha! Come here! Come here! ”

With a business smile on his face, Hertha, who was standing behind the counter, heard someone calling out to him and looked over.

The eldest sister of the triplets, Herty, smiled and said to her: "It's Miss Gale calling you, there may be something urgent, go, it's okay here for the time being, it's almost time for lunch break." ”

Hertha nodded and walked out of the counter.

Looking at Hertha, who had come in a good manner, with a subtle detachment in her politeness, Ms. Stirling could not help but raise her eyebrows.

That's right, that's what the kid likes!

"This is Anhill's mother!" Gail, who had a guess in his mind, introduced with a grin.

When Hertha heard this, her expression froze visibly.

Oh huh?

Madame Stirling was keenly aware of this, but she didn't show any more unusual signs, raised her palm to the empty seat next to the table, and smiled generously, "Do you have time to talk for a while?"

Forgive me for being a mother who has neglected to care for that child over the years

You are all his friends, and I hope to take this opportunity to learn more about his daily life. ”

Hertha hesitated for two seconds, but finally nodded and sat down.

When Anhill is pushed by Gordon and they come to the popular tavern.

When I saw my mother, pen pal, someone I didn't deal with since childhood, and a strange beautiful girl who was suspected of being a life-saver, sitting at a table and talking happily.

Ancill's face was about to crack.

What the hell is this?!

Even if there was no ghost in his heart, he still had the urge to turn around and run.

However, looking back, they found that the way out was firmly blocked by Gordon

(End of chapter)