Lillian's Melaleuca routine

It was not until half a quarter of an hour later that Gogol arrived late.

When he came in, he had a relaxed expression on his face, humming an unknown tune.

"I kept you waiting! Please forgive me for not doing it on purpose. It was just a little trouble that got me stuck, but I quickly dealt with it! Oh, Fedya, how long have you been waiting for me? Half an hour? Really impressive It's a pity..."

He narrowed his eyes comfortably, and glanced around casually.

But when he saw Aya on the seat, his expression seemed to split in an instant.

In just a split second, he immediately returned to his original expression.

"Honey?" Aya looked at him with her chin propped up, with a cheerful expression on her face, "Aren't you happy to see me?"

She gave him a big surprise.

Judging from Gogol's expression, he didn't know the fact that she was coming.

They really haven't seen each other for a long time.

It started when Aya began to perfunctory him.

Seeing her, he immediately showed joy.

He was wearing a white suit with nothing on his hands, and he seemed to be about to attend some grand occasion. The cloak that was usually necessary did not appear, so he looked serious.

Under the bright yellow light, he seemed to be glowing.

Gogol came to her table, and was annoyed to find that there was no place beside her.But he was not in a hurry, and politely asked Pushkin, who was opposite Aya, to leave his seat.

Until now, Ayata noticed that they were all wearing suits, even Pushkin!This is really a bit funny... Ling finally understood where her sense of disobedience came from from the beginning.

They are all ready to come here.

Everyone was finally here, but there was nothing on the table except appetizers and wine.

Fyodor called the waiter with a summons bell and signaled the waiter to start serving the food.The dining process was extremely quiet, except for the friction of clothes caused by movements, there was not even the sound of food chewing.It seems that their original purpose is to have a meal.

Aya was so bored until the waiter brought out the dessert and left the room at last, she even started to stay in a daze.

She finally got up and went to the dressing room.

It wasn't until she left that they began to communicate softly.

"Sigma, if you know etiquette, you should know how to serve wine to the lady next to you. If you don't understand, then get out of the way." The person who started the conversation was Gogol, who even sounded a little unhappy , "Also, how come you will participate in this operation? Have you forgotten what you said?"

He raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a veiled smile, very lively, but also very bad.

He adopted Sigma's tone playfully, as if to paraphrase what he had said.

"'I don't want to go on the road of anti-humanity for this. Even so, please don't force me to kill people. I...will feel guilty.'"

Sigma was silent for a moment, then said forcefully.

"Gogol, this has nothing to do with you."

Gogol laughed out loud, full of carefreeness, as if he was happy to poke Sigma's sore spot.He asked Fyodor again with great interest: "By the way, Fedya, why did you call Lillian? There is no such link in our plan, right?"

He stood up, walked around to Aya's seat, and picked up her wine glass.

There was still half a glass of champagne in the glass.

He saw that the eyes of the three people present were focused on him.

His desire to perform began to rise again, and an evil mood made him unable to resist doing something eye-catching.

Gogol shook his wine glass and asked, "Why are you all looking at me?"

Immediately, he suddenly realized.

"Are you looking at it?" He held out his hand to give them a better view of the plain goblet.

The European-style chandelier in the room is not dim, and the light shining on the cup looks very beautiful.

Satisfied, he raised the cup and shook it again, then glanced around again.

Everyone was silently looking at him, which made him feel great.

The only person who made him unhappy was Fyodor, who looked at him calmly as usual, as if he knew everything about him.

And everything tonight was beyond Gogol's expectation, because Fyodor brought an accident, a surprise he didn't expect.

He was happy to see her.

He didn't want to see anyone else, although this was a party for the House of the Dead and he wasn't supposed to see Aya.

Everything was deviated from Gogol's expectations, as if the earth had lost its gravity, everything began to twist and rotate, bumping up and down on the ground.A lot of heavy objects fell on his head, causing him to fall completely, and his head was smashed bloody.

His hidden resentment and hatred suddenly exploded like a thermometer warming a fire, a kind of resentment brought by frustration suddenly enveloped his whole body, and his long-lost jealousy immediately began to surge the moment he saw Fyodor.

He knows he can't take it too far, but he still enjoys the attention, and the satisfaction of letting go.

"see it?"

Gogol's abrupt behavior attracted everyone's attention.

Although the other protagonist in his mind was not present.

But he was content and complacent.

He drank all the champagne in one gulp.

He put the glass back in place as if nothing had happened, and filled it with champagne with a similar scale as before.

"What are you doing?" It was Sigma who spoke, and although he stretched out his hand to stop him, there was no time.

Gogol finally revealed the truth, his indifferent face after peeling off the mask.

"Didn't you see what I was doing?" He began to say to himself, "It's really distressing, I have to apologize to her later... But some people don't have self-knowledge, and don't have the cooperation that should be there. Attitude, the people here are not all together for one purpose, are you right, Sigma?"

"Since we are all collaborators, don't rob me. How can there be internal strife in our organization? Oh! There may be some guys with ulterior motives who want to enter the muddy water, it's really disgusting!"

He hummed a little tune briskly, and slowly walked back to his seat, moving like a turtle slowed down eight hundred times, in order to attract everyone's attention all the time.

Although Gogol was asking Sigma, Fyodor knew he was questioning him.He remained silent, his hands kept moving, and the knife made a harsh sound when it scratched the cutlery.

If he threw away all his emotions, he would not impulsively rush forward to quarrel with Gogol.

But given the choice, he'd shut him up forever, because he's really not that nice of a guy.

Now is not the occasion for him to reply, because Gogol is obviously speaking to Sigma.In these matters, Sigma is softer, he is not tough, and he is easier to bully. He happened to be the target of Gogol's operation. As for the reason, everyone present knew it well.Who made him like Aya?

On the contrary, Sigma seemed to have heard something frightening, and suddenly stood up emotionally. His actions instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Including Aya who walked in the door.

All his unspoken words were stuck in his stomach and turned into a weak response.

He said, "Gogol, I am different from you."

After speaking, he sat down silently.

Aya didn't know, so she glanced around, didn't see anything, and slowly returned to her seat. The atmosphere in the room seemed to have changed completely. She felt a little hot, and even fanned the air with her hand.

I glanced around again, but didn't see why.

Everyone was eating in silence, and the atmosphere was particularly weird.

Every time she looked at a person, the person who met his gaze lowered his head like a mouse seeing a cat.

Did something happen?

Aya asked Fyodor with her eyes, and got a response that could not be seen.Depressedly, she picked up the wine glass that had changed its position at some point, and took a sip of champagne.

She suddenly found that all eyes were on her.

"What's wrong?" She asked suspiciously, "Why are you all looking at me?"