v2 Chapter 28： -trap

Many of the reasons are that others have no way to tell you. Tang Feng doesn't think his words can help Kino, but at least he can make Kino think about it and come out of the shadow of Feins as soon as possible, he knows Sooner or later, Fionas will put Feins in his memories, but this time should be shorter.

He was willing to be friends with Kino. For the rest, it was fine.

"Why didn't so many people confess to me in my last life?" Tang Feng dressed in front of the mirror.

He has no role in these two days. He can have time to do some other things. Little Annie called him again yesterday to ask him to go to her house. Last time, she was frustrated because she went to clean the grave of Feins. Now, if he refuses this time, it really hurts the little brown mother's heart. Tang Feng can't be cruel to the innocent and lovely child. Anyway, he just agreed to have a two-day vacation.

Annie's home is in Philadelphia. It only takes two hours to travel from the apartment where Tang Feng is located. Tang Feng intends to pass today and stay at Anne's house for one night.

"Last lifetime? It sounds like your popularity is not very popular. Lu Tianchen's confession has made you feel full of joy. My dear baby Tang Feng.

"No one except Charles can sneer at this light tone. The man wore a set of light gray casual clothes and leaned against the door. He didn't know when he came.

Compared to Lu Tianchen, Charles is a real idler.

"Yeah, I didn't see many people before I fell into the water.

"Get dressed, Tang Feng went to the bed and put on his watch and watched the time. At 8:30 in the morning, he could rush to Xiao Annie's house before lunch.

"By the end, I discovered your charm, baby.

""Oh, thanks.

"Taking out a box of exquisite desserts bought yesterday as a souvenir from the drawer, Tang Feng walked towards the door, and the latter held his arm while passing by Charles.

"I like children very much.

"Charles smiled brightly." Especially cute little girl.

"Why is this look so evil in Tang Feng's eyes?" The terrible uncle.

"Tang Feng shook his head and shook Charles away to the downstairs. Lu Tianchen was sitting at the dining table and reading the newspaper. He said," I'm going to Xiao Annie's house for two days. Will you go? " "Charles, who followed, grinned coldly.

Lu Tianchen stood up from the back of the newspaper and replied indifferently: "I hate children.

"..." "Do you really like little girls?" Lu Tianchen was sitting on the sofa with his hands on his chest.

"No, I hate children.

"Charles sat next to Lu Tianchen in the same posture. They all looked at Tang Feng who was playing with water guns with Xiao Annie outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. I really don't understand what is fun for a wayward and stupid child. Not only are children not sensible, but most of them are turned into bad little devil under the pampering of their parents.

Lu Tianchen didn't like children, because he didn't have the patience to play with children, and couldn't communicate.

Charles didn't like children, because he felt annoyed that they were noisy like a group of sparrows jumping up and down.

So their eyes were not on Annie like a little doll, but on Tang Feng who had wet his hair because of being shot by a water gun, and Tang Feng.

"I thought you wouldn't follow me, didn't you have a cocktail party these two days?" Charles rolled his old friend next to his eyes.

"Don't you have business to talk about these two days too?" Lu Tianchen temporarily shifted his eyes from Tang Feng to Little Annie next to him. He squinted his eyes, "I always feel that this little girl named Annie has some familiarity.

"She is your illegitimate daughter?" "Charles didn't care if he was joking.

"She's more like your child, isn't she? Look at the terrible hair, exactly like you.

"Out of the window, Tang Feng, who had been playing with Annie for a while, rolled up his legs, and the man sitting in the room for two months beckoned, begging Charles and Lu Tianchen to come out and play together. The room is fine.

If it weren't for Tang Feng, they wouldn't want to come here to play with any little boy.

Charles' phone suddenly rang, and Lu Tianchen looked over.

"Safety first.

"Charles opened the phone with a smile and opened the mail. Just when they drove Feng to Little Annie's house, he wrote down the name of Anne's father and the address of the house. This information helped Charles investigate the little Annie's house. What exactly is the origin.

What a wonderful professional habit, no matter where I am, I am used to investigating the identity of strangers.

After quickly reading the contents of the e-mail, Charles stowed his phone casually and looked out the window and smiled little Annie said lightly: "No question.

"......... Early the next morning, Tang Feng went back with Charles and Lu Tianchen, and Annie was still hugged by the babysitter and waved at them at the door.

Little Annie's "dad" stood on the balcony on the second floor. He looked at Tang Feng and their car left the field of vision and turned to make a call.

"Boss, they're gone.

"The man lowered his voice.

[Miss is happy? ] On the other end of the phone came Albert's peculiar, deep voice, like a narration on a Shakespeare stage play, with a gorgeous taste.

"Miss Anne and Mr. Tang Feng are having a great time.

"Men tell the truth, no matter how clever and thoughtful a child is, after all, a child, the nature of play will not change because of this.

[That's fine] "Boss, do you need action?" The man tried to ask.

[No, it's good now. I hope that there are traces of me in his growing up, but I don't want to pick the green fruits too early, so that Anne can keep in touch with Tang Feng] "Yes, boss.

"Decrease his alertness, slowly, step by step, and enjoy the fun of hunting.

............ Movie: Satan "sAlley Act 43. During the day, the small town near the church, the outdoor mallet, monk Tang and several abbey companions came to the neighborhood near the church to purchase supplies because of the comparison of the items that need to be purchased Cumbersome, they each assigned a task to buy separately.

Tang needs to buy some simple daily necessities, such as flour. He always ate rice when he was in his hometown. The old priest also went to the village to eat rice with him as usual, but the old priest would also make bread for him. He likes that fluffy and delicious food, but now he eats more and starts to miss his rice.

Miss a lot of things, like people.

Chris has been away for half a year. If it weren't for Chris occasionally giving him doubles in the past six months, he would have thought that the man who had had intimate behavior with him had completely left his world.

Tang came to a flour shop. The boss now knows him, so there is no need to draw and write on the paper like he did at the beginning. The boss has prepared flour for him.

Tang paid for it. He and the store staff carried the flour to the carriage. The whole church needed more flour than a small bag.

He thought of Chris. For the first time, Chris took him to the town to buy supplies. He told him how to communicate with the bosses and how to drive the carriage temporarily. He suddenly began to miss Chris. The blond man left, and over time, he became increasingly unable to restrain himself from missing him.

It was sin, but suddenly he didn't care.

Every day life is so boring, he feels that he is going to be suffocated.

"Hey monk, let me do this heavy work. Oh my god, your hands are white and tender, even more beautiful than those of Miss Andrew's.

Monk, but you are the first Oriental in our place. Is it true that everyone in your place can fly? Oh god, monk, are all your girls smooth like yours? They, they look so ... "The flour shop buddy swallowed, and the rough palms seemed to be touching the man.

"Tom! Do your job, don't disturb the monk!" The boss shouted from inside, and Tom grinned quietly before continuing to put the flour bag on the car.

Don walked to the carriage and looked at him. He didn't like this guy named Tom. One month after Chris left, every time he came here to buy flour, this Tom would look at him with unpleasant eyes, After knowing he couldn't speak, he deliberately uttered some nasty first-class words in his ear.

The people here are better than the priests he imagined, and more vulgar than he imagined.

Tom and Chris are like the difference between the mud soaked by rain on the ground and the white clouds in the sky.

He missed Chris more and more.

Chris, when will you be back? Chris, I already have the answer in my heart.