Miss Planeswalker, Are You Free to Fall in Love?

Mori Yuesha and the blond boy were sitting in the corner of the cafe, listening to the middle-aged man not far away talking loudly. Opposite him, was the lady Mary.

"Shit spirit and history! This thing tastes like stale broth."

The blond boy put down the coffee cup with disgust, but his eyes kept drifting to his 'ex-girlfriend'.

Yes, 10 minutes ago, this young boy named Jack Dawson unilaterally announced that he was broken in love...

Moriyuesha pursed her lips and sipped her coffee, ignoring the crazy boy. She carefully admired the decoration of the cafe.

It has to be said that no matter how good the modern imitation is, it does not have the sense of authenticity that this era shows easily.

Iron chandeliers hang from the pale-yellow ceiling, and exaggerated abstract oil paintings hang from the mahogany parapet.

The square dark columns are surrounded by scripture-like folded paper, which are filled with the words left by people who have come to enjoy the coffee feast.

Behind the long teak bar is not a cabinet full of coffee cans, but an old bookshelf;

The air is still filled with the fervent thoughts of the writers of the day, mingled with the thick aroma of rich coffee beans—and perhaps the smell of poets’ ink.

That's the last romance.

"This lady..."

"Sorry, my fiancée is a little uncomfortable."

Moriyuesha was in a daze, and let Jack fend off the man who approached him for him-since they sat here, this was the fourth person who came to chat with him.

Jack looked at Sen Yuesha, and then at the cup of coffee that was already cold in front of him, lowered his head, walked quickly to the bar, asked for a bottle of soda, and then hugged his head and ran away under the strange eyes of the coffee clerk.

Back at the table, he looked exhausted.

At this time, the conversation between the 'ex-girlfriend' and the middle-aged man was still going on.

"I'm not at home, just in the cafe."

The middle-aged man talked eloquently, "I'm not at home, where can I be? Banquet banquet, endless banquet, my dear, I don't like them.

I love reading poetry and my mother never understood me.

Even at a young age, I created such a rich family business. "

The middle-aged man boasted of himself indifferently.

Jack rolled his eyes and squeezed his throat to learn the words: "'I'm not at home, I'm in the cafe', you are an idiot who likes to drink sour soup, 'You are young, you have created such a rich family business', age Gently? Hey, his wrinkles can catch my fingers."

Mori Yuesha covered her mouth and snickered.

Jack shrugged, "Mary and I have been in love for two years, we are free love."

"Why didn't you say 'free love' when you helped me reject others just now?" Mori Yuesha's rhetorical question made Jack speechless for a while.

The girl turned her head and glanced at the girl and middle-aged man behind her.

The two who were talking very much sat down at some point, and Mary leaned against him, lying on the man's chin and talking.

For a time, the girl deliberately showed her collarbone, so that the middle-aged man could carefully stroke the necklace... and herself.

Looking back, Jack's eyes were full of anger.

Moriyuesha pointed to the two: "Obviously, they are also 'free love'.

Also, 'I'm not at home, I'm at the cafe; not at the cafe, just on the way to the cafe. ' This is what Balzac said. "

Blinking, Moriyuesha added: "Honoré de Balzac."

Jack raised his fist towards Sen Yuesha, and then he lay down on the table with his neck stretched out.There was dissatisfaction in his whisper: "I know Balzac! Also, where are you from!"

Moriyukisha pointed to Jack's forehead.

The latter was discouraged and slumped on the brown leather sofa, his face full of disappointment: "I saved money for two months just to give her that necklace. Now, she actually—"

Mori Yuesha smiled slyly, stretched out her hand and snapped her fingers.

——Although this action is very inconsistent with her outfit:

"Excuse me, this wild painter, is there a clothing store nearby?

take me.

Sister is in a good mood today, so please help. "

Jack looked down at Moriyuesha with a dark face - even her charming face couldn't completely hide the tenderness of her age.

He can still tell the difference between fifteen and sixteen and twenty-five or six.

"Little one, you should call me brother."

"Don't talk nonsense, lead the way."

The girl followed the boy out of the coffee shop on tiptoe, and the coffee shop clerk who was bored cleaning the bar on one side rolled his eyes.

A standard combination, a down-and-out painter and a rich lady.

Look at that long dress, it will cost at least two or three years of my own wages.

——It wasn't until half an hour later that the chunky male clerk saw the pair again.

This is?

He opened his mouth in surprise, watching the two of them walk past him with their heads held high.

The girl also winked playfully, fell behind, and ordered him a cup of coffee and a few small cookies.

Well... people rely on clothes?

Jack Dawson, no, it should be Mr. Jack Dawson now!

A blond hair fits neatly on the head, and the hair oil is not too much or not, not greasy and neat.

The black suit with a slightly pinched waist, the long shirt exposed a finger and a half from the cuff of the suit, and the sapphire cufflinks are even more eye-catching.

His trousers were neither long nor short, and he was wearing shiny new leather shoes.

He carried an expensive watch with several diamonds on the dial.

Sen Yuesha put her hands behind her back, looked at the blond man's back from a distance, nodded with satisfaction, and followed him back to her seat.

This time, it wasn't just the men who were paying attention.

"Hey, there are a few girls staring at you all the time." Moriyuesha said to Jack narrowly: "The old man's eyes are about to burst out."

Jack felt uncomfortable being stared at—he had never had such an experience before.

"That's because of your money." Jack frowned, but his mouth was dry, but he found that Mori Yuesha only ordered her own coffee.

Where's my soda?

He glared at the girl, and at some point, he seemed to have become acquainted with the strange girl in front of him. During the conversation, it was more like a friend for many years.

They had only just met at the port.

How is this going?

Moriyuesha rolled her eyes: "Don't say those words that didn't grow up, Mr. Jack."

Jack obviously doesn't agree with Moriyuesha's worldview: "Anyway, it's not 'free love'!"

He lowered his voice and started 'teaching' to a girl of his age who could be his own sister--in his own way.

Maybe he thinks Mori Yuesha is still alive?

87 Chapter 3 Actor Yarn

The boy chattered.

Sen Yuesha didn't buy his account, and quietly pointed behind her: "Hey, your ex-girlfriend is also in free love."

Jack adjusted the expensive watch on his wrist uncomfortably, and explained, "That, that was an accident! Free love, not money—"

She smiled at the boy, raised her thin red lips, took a sip of coffee, elegant and quiet.

"You just don't have it, so you pretend to be disdainful."

The girl mercilessly pierced Jack's cover.

"You are not someone who really desires freedom, you are just using freedom and new love values ​​to cover up your fundamental desire."

"If you can't get it, just pretend you don't care."

"You long to climb up."

"Desire to be big."

"Mr. Jack Dawson, you long for success. For an unprecedented success that will pull you out of this quagmire."

Mori Yuesha's understated words defeated Jack.

He leaned back on the sofa in his suit, his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Okay, okay, you're right. I'm so glad I don't have a sister like you."

Moriyuesha raised her eyebrows: "I wish I had a brother like you, so every day is more interesting."

Jack, who lost a game, was not reconciled, he thought about it, and suddenly approached the table——

His face drew closer, and he looked at Moriyuesha with a self-confessed affectionate look.

The blonde's sudden approach made the girl lean back.

Jack didn't care about this girl who could be his sister's age: he wasn't a pervert.

An experienced boy, who thinks he knows the shyness of girls, of course he can't handle the surprise attack of such a 'handsome' man——

The girl with missing teeth from my uncle's family was embarrassed by her own face.

The boy with a mischievous mentality just stared at the girl without blinking.

Getting closer…

A snap of his fingers greeted him.

Snapped!

"Fuxk!"

The boy grinned and jumped back to the sofa: "What are you hiding in your hand, a knife?"

He moved his palm away, and there was a light red vertical mark on his forehead.

"You're like Yang Jian who hasn't washed his hair for three days now." The girl also laughed maliciously.