It was a little louder than the conversation with Hack before, enough to hear clearly on the counter.

In addition, the direction the Fu Qian looked at, it was easy for people to find out who he was talking to.

For example, if you seem to be expecting him to say something, you will obviously successfully reach some misunderstanding, and you will be as stupid as a chicken.

"Pink...but here, don't expect that kind of expenses to be reimbursed.

"Also don't blame me for not reminding you that Rachel's husband is strong and very sensitive."

In contrast, Mr. Hack is the other extreme.

Faced with this sudden and outrageous development, he just followed Fu Qian's gaze and really gave an answer.

"Then I'm not surprised - so what color of flowers Tiya likes?"

He nodded slightly, indicating that he understood the risks that might be contained in his thoughts just now, and Fu Qian really changed a question.

And in this process, the eyes were still on Zhen.

"Tia..."

This time, Mr. Hake's expression finally changed. He didn't expect that after he met him by chance, Fu Qian would take the initiative to mention this name.

"She has no risk, but it's a pity that I don't know what color she likes."

It is hard to say how many times it has been to examine his partner like this. Hack's eyes seem to be full of confusion and amazement towards the young people.

“So don’t ask what color I like?”

Moreover, in this increasingly strange conversation, waiter Zhen met Fu Qian's gaze, passed by slightly stiffly, and "by the way" made a joke.

"No questions."

However, Fu Qian regarded this seriousness as a multiple-choice question and shook his head.

...

Anyone who encounters this situation should be very ugly.

At least before Jane reacted, she should have thought so when she looked at the expressions of the female store manager Maggie and Mr. Huck.

Such unfriendly behavior has vaguely crossed the bottom line of jokes and can almost be called playing with them.

"……OK."

However, something shocking happened. Zhen, who once had a generous demeanor, did not impulse to pick up milk and splash it over. Instead, he lowered his head and accepted the answer softly.

She obviously had no intention of doing any communication, and the next moment she had already kept her posture passing by and hid all the way into the kitchen.

It seems something is really wrong...

Of course, even so, it still doesn't prevent Fu Qian from staring at the pale face that looks like a ghost and silently drawing a conclusion.

Of course it is not so bad, it stimulates young people's nerves as entertainment for breakfast.

The stimulation is indeed intentional, but for serious things.

A slightly contradictory point mentioned earlier is that Zhen seems to have made a small mistake in delivering food. It shouldn't be the mistake she would make in such a good condition.

So I chose to apply some stimulation slightly to find emotional flaws with nonsensical questions and answers that can trigger the nerves.

It turns out that Zhen’s condition is not that good. She is no longer angry or lost like that.

Judging from her experience of doing many evil things in the past, she is afraid.

What are you afraid of? Or in front of an acquaintance policeman?

Although I acted despicable, I wouldn't use such malicious intentions to guess it?

So is it not for yourself, but for recalling something, such as the person who would have drunk this glass of milk?

It’s not that you guess without responsibility, but that there is comparison.

I still remember when Tina was at her residence just now, and when she recalled how she ran there, she also looked like she saw a ghost at one moment.

Interestingly, this depression is indeed not as calm as it appears.

A little stimulation was successfully added to this beautiful morning, and I also gained a small reward.

Of course, it is not without side effects. While Huck was silent, the female store manager Maggie looked at him with a little bad look. She obviously didn't want to find a replacement employee, and she was stimulated and lost her motivation as soon as she opened her business.

However, she seemed to be overly worried. Zhen, who was staggeringly passing by, and without being given a further blow, quickly made a full sound from the kitchen.

Crazy-

It was particularly harsh in silence, and there was obviously a break of tableware.

Even the sound is so crisp that it doesn't look like a free fall, but falls to the ground.

Although it quickly returned to silence, it seemed that the turbulent anger could still be felt in the air.

The young man is indeed full of vitality. Did he recover so quickly?

Fu Qian, who was the first to bear the brunt of the brunt, was not panicked in his heart.

Haven't you heard that? Don't beat customers for no reason - wait a moment, it seems that there is something wrong, and you will be provoking yourself first.

After admitting that his actions were not protected by that warning, Fu Qian even heard the footsteps in the kitchen.

As if to create the atmosphere, the light in the restaurant became darker at one moment, as if someone had pulled the rising sun back into the bed.

The curtains were pulled up... Through the observation from the corner of the eye, Fu Qian quickly explained the change with a simpler reason.

Although this leads to another problem, that is, who pulled the curtains up?

There were three windows on the dining room wall, but they were all covered by thick curtains at the same time, and there was no gap.

At the same time, Mr. Hake, who was sitting opposite him, disappeared suddenly.

The tableware and food were reserved, proving that there was once a person sitting there.

However, the things contained in the transparent glass cup were filled with a strange blush in the dark. If it was really milk, the capillaries would have to be broken during the squeeze.

As for his own, Fu Qian looked down at him.

The cup that just said it was not ice enough now seemed to freeze rapidly in the severe cold, so that it could see rapid flocculation and stratification.

As for the source of the severe cold—

"I heard the sound of things breaking... Where can I clean it?"

The next moment, the sound was already heard beside him. Looking up, he saw that the waiter was returning, and he was holding the cleaning utensils in his hand, looking like he was cleaning up the aftermath.

The tone and expression were normal, and there was no trace of the anger I just now.

However, the chill that seemed to freeze everything was emitted from her, so that there seemed to be ice fog all over her body.

This is not the most eye-catching, but in the vague fairy spirit, Zhen's body was covered with fine holes, and there was even a red frozen glass-shaped red.

It was like the sound in the kitchen that she broke herself, and she was stuck before she got out.

"Did you see it?"
Chapter completed!