Chapter 406

In the face of Ophelia's flirtatious words, Lyon's expression was calm and seemed to be used to it.

During his time with each other, Lyon found that the blonde had a very naughty side in character.

Always grasp all kinds of hour machines and stir up the little heart of Lyon, an old driver.

If he didn't know each other's real identity, Lyon felt that his restless heart would have been unbearable

Of course, he did not deliberately narrow or widen the distance between each other, but just let it go and communicate with each other.

Like Ophelia, he knew Ophelia's apartment address.

Although I didn't go up for coffee, such exchanges between friends are very normal.

It's just that there are some coincidences at this sudden door-to-door time, which makes Lyon have to imagine.

At this time, Lyon's mind was full of ideas:

What's she doing here?

Do I know about Strack?

Or

Trying to put all his thoughts behind him, Lyon was stunned and replied:

"Of course not! You can come to me every day if you like."

After a pause, Lyon spread out his hands and joked:

"I still have many vacant rooms here. It doesn't matter if you stay here..."

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has a heart.

This joke sounded like a signal in Ophelia's ears.

Are you willing to invite yourself to stay at home? Is this a sign that Lyon has put down his guard and accepted himself?

According to Ophelia's experience, this is a good opportunity.

The next moment, her rich flirting skills, subconsciously responded.

She leaned forward with her hands on the sofa, blinked her big blue eyes, looked at Leon affectionately, raised her red lips and said with a smile:

"Cluck, really? Then I'll move here tomorrow?"

This is a bold step!

In the chess game between men and women, Ophelia took the lead in launching a tentative offensive.

The faint fragrance of perfume passed through the nose so that Leon could not squint his eyes, as if he was enjoying the ambiguity.

However, only he knew that he was not aftertasting the fragrance of women, but thinking about how to answer this question.

Without hesitation for too long, Lyon, who had the answer, spread out his hands and said with a smile:

"Why not?"

Hearing the speech, Ophelia blinked her eyes and stared at Lyon without saying a word.

After a while, she suddenly "puffed" and smiled.

"If I'm evicted by the landlord tomorrow, I'll consider moving in with you. Then you'll help me move..."

Hearing the speech, Lyon stood up very wisely, made an English gentleman's salute to Ophelia, and said solemnly:

"No problem, madam. I'd be happy to serve you!"

"Hahaha..."

While talking and laughing, the sky outside has changed color unconsciously.

The orange of the sunset is reflected on the floor through the living room window, as if painted with a fresh color.

I have to say that every communication with Ophelia makes Lyon feel very happy and comfortable.

This is extremely rare when he associates with other women.

Therefore, Lyon would think from time to time that if Ophelia approached herself for no purpose; If Ophelia is not an old enemy of s.h.i.e.l.d., viper, the only female leader of Hydra.

How good that should be

While Lyon was thinking a lot, Ophelia, sitting on the sofa, suddenly asked:

"Are you hungry?"

Facing this sudden problem, Lyon was a little confused. However, he nodded and replied:

"Uh... A little."

"I suddenly want to eat the steak at the restaurant around the corner of Broadway. But I'm too lonely. You gentleman, do you want to go with me?"

Facing Ophelia's slightly expectant eyes, Leon got up from the sofa, stretched out his right hand, posed as inviting women to dance at the ball, and then asked:

"Beautiful lady, would you like to have dinner with me?"

"Of course!"

While talking, Ophelia smiled and put her boneless little hand on Leon's hand.

After such a performance, they looked at each other and smiled.

At this moment, they seem to have left the burden of identity and become friends and confidants with interlinked hearts.

However, only God knows that the game between men and women is far from over

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Paris, France.

As the night darkened, pedestrians hurried along Versailles street.

In a small hotel called "Selena" on the roadside, the last guest of the night

A fat woman with presbyopia glasses was sitting behind the counter with a calculator, calculating today's turnover.

At this moment, a male voice interrupted her thoughts with awkward English with obvious accent:

"Excuse me, do you have a room?"

Looking up, the fat woman saw a young man and woman standing in front of her.

As the last guest today, the fat woman looked up and down through her presbyopia glasses.

The man is wearing a set of gray and black sportswear and looks sunny. However, his white hair made his face even paler.

The woman is wearing a leather jacket with a broken flower knee length skirt, which makes the girl look weak with a trace of perseverance.

Judging from her dress and accent, the fat woman immediately guessed that they were outsiders.

Thinking of this, the fat woman couldn't help but curl her mouth.

Operating a small hotel for many years, in her impression, outsiders are equivalent to trouble.

But they don't look like troublemakers

"Yes, single room, double room. What room do you want?"

"Open a double room."

"OK, two hundred euros."

Hearing the speech, the white haired man and the brown haired woman looked at each other, then turned around and asked:

"Well, is dollars OK?"

The fat woman was slightly stunned, and then nodded, "yes."

He took out two hundred yuan bills from his pocket and put them on the counter. The white haired man took the room key, picked up the luggage on the floor and walked towards the elevator.

Just two steps away, the white haired man suddenly found his sister standing there, not knowing what he was thinking, motionless.

Seeing this, the man pulled at the corner of his mouth and whispered:

"Wanda!"

This call made the fat woman know the girl's name and made the brown haired woman suddenly come back to her senses.

Looking at Pietro's spoiled smiling face, Wanda smiled apologetically, then carried the long and narrow box in her hand and followed up:

"Oh, I'm coming!"

Seeing them enter the elevator, the fat woman bowed her head again, calculating the turnover and murmuring:

"What a loving couple..."