my sister is a supermodel

The street cafe was brightly lit. Roca took a sip of his coffee and his eyes fell on Thomas.

It's only been two months since we saw each other, and Thomas has changed a lot.

The last time I saw him, he was fair and ruddy, active and healthy, a shy and sunny boy.

Now the whole person has lost a lot of weight, his face is pale, and his complexion is even more melancholy, as if he is suffering from a serious illness.

"nothing!"

Thomas lowered his head, a flash of embarrassment and gloom flashed across his face, and when he raised his head, it was normal again.

"Rocca, congratulations, I heard that you have won another big contract"

Thomas changed the subject.

"Nothing, I'm lucky"

Rocca shrugged.

"Yes, your luck has been very good, too good to be enviable"

Thomas sighed softly.

Rocca smiled slightly, "Then Thomas, let's talk, why are you here?"

"Oh, nothing"

Thomas covered his mouth with his fist and coughed, "I'm going to visit Miranda, but it's too late, I'm not sure."

"Oh, I see"

"Yes, I just got off work and happened to be passing by"

Thomas took a sip of his coffee, "Roca, there are a lot of people in the circle saying bad things about you recently, and Benhill is one of them, do you know?"

"Know"

Roca spread his hands, "What does it matter, go your own way and let others talk about it"

"Go your own way and let others say it?"

Thomas said silently several times, "That's a good sentence to say, but it's so hard to do"

Roca nodded, and suddenly asked, "Thomas, did you smash the car with a hammer that night?"

"No, it's a stone!"

Thomas blurted out.

"It turned out to be a stone!"

Roca stroked his chin and smiled faintly.

"I, I, I~ I don't, I live here, I'm sorry, I'm leaving first"

Thomas stood up suddenly and hurriedly left his seat.

"Hey Thomas, it's okay, I didn't blame you"

"..."

Thomas didn't respond, and left the cafe as if fleeing.

Hey ~

Rocca shook his head, really don't know how to evaluate a man like Thomas, infatuated or stupid?

jingle bell~

The phone rang.

"Roca, where are you, have you caught the follower?"

Miranda asked on the phone.

"Caught it, I criticized him deeply just now, I don't think he will peek at you again in the future"

"It's okay, I hope he keeps peeping, so you can come to me every day"

Miranda laughed.

"No need to do this, I will come here often in the future, smoking at your house is pretty good"

"Okay! I also like to smoke with you"

Miranda said sweetly, with the sweetness of strawberries in her voice, very much like that cigarette.

Roca licked his lower lip and suddenly remembered something.

"Miranda, what's Thomas' full name?"

"Thomas Mitton, what's the matter?"

"Thomas Mitton?"

The name sounded familiar, and suddenly he remembered that when the group of supermodels were chatting last time, they said that four male models were sent to the hospital for attending a rich woman's travel party, and one of them was named Thomas Mitton.

Is it him?

He used the money he earned to buy Miranda presents?

"Rocca, is that follower Thomas?"

Miranda asked on the phone.

Just as Rocca was about to answer, he saw Thomas walking in hastily again.

"Miranda, we'll talk later"

"Roca, can you not tell Miranda about this, I promise, I will never follow her again"

Thomas begged.

Roca looked at him and sighed secretly, "Thomas, I can keep it a secret, but I hope you can explain to Miranda that this incident has caused her a lot of trouble."

"...I will!"

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