Lillian's Melaleuca routine

In these forbearing gazes, Aya looked at Gogol who was facing him.

He was smiling and looked at her happily without blinking, which made Ling's heart skip a beat.

Although she still doesn't quite understand the situation, she knows that something must have happened just now.

In contrast, other people's emotions, except for Pushkin, are all calm.

Pushkin's eyes widened as if he saw a ghost, and his eyes kept lingering around Aya.

The waiter next to him seemed to have observed the scene just now, looking down at his nose and heart with his head down—when Aya and him looked at each other just now, he was always smiling politely!

Aya watched around, and decided to start with the one with the best rhetoric.

"Dear Pushkin." She put on a friendly smile, "You don't look right, what's wrong?"

Except for the waiter who left after placing the plate, he should be the most innocent person in this group.

Maybe, Ling is not sure, but the waiter has already left, and there are only five of them left in the box.

The object of her question grinned, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and his teeth were exposed, but he asked her a question cunningly.

"Lilian, my dear friend, I can't be better. Hahaha, but you, which one of us here do you like better? We were discussing this issue just now!"

Aya's friendly smile froze immediately.

In an instant, a lot of words floated in Aya's mind, but none of them were good words.

In normal times, she couldn't give an accurate answer, let alone now.

All eyes were on her.

She felt awkward for the first time.

Do you want to say "I like them all"?This will not be able to discuss all three sides, okay...

But the exact answer is indeed this.

"Is this what we're going to discuss tonight?" She purposely put on a straight face, showing a serious expression, "You guys are so boring. If that's the case, there's no point in coming here."

This crappy level of diversion...

Aya herself felt clumsy.

She is indeed unlikely to face this situation, because the answer to this multiple-choice question is all of them.

In the past, she would choose one and throw the other...

She is almost dying of worry!

Aya quickly glared at Pushkin who asked the question.

"Honey! How can this be meaningless!"

Gogol exclaimed, his expressions and movements were exaggerated, but Ling was relieved.

She smiled at him at once, and he looked at her.

"I miss you, Lillian," he said, and asked her deliberately, "Don't you miss me? We haven't seen each other for many, many days."

This question does not arouse Aya's disgust, she is always so active when she has no choice.

Besides, every time they greet each other, this sentence is the beginning of their greetings, and she is almost used to it!

On the other hand, Fyodor turned a blind eye to her and Gogol's actions before.In a sense, this caused Aya to be unscrupulous.

But others might not.

Aya wasn't worried about Sigma, he had nothing to do with her anyway.

She stole a glance at Fyodor, who was so absorbed in his dessert that he seemed to have no reaction to the words.

Anyway Fyodor didn't care, he wasn't angry.

she thought angrily.

Does he like dessert?

Aya took some time to think about it.

Therefore, after a brief distraction, Aya immediately regained consciousness, happily preparing to take up the topic.

"Of course! We..."

But in the middle of her words, a voice interrupted him.

"Gogol." Fyodor called him, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

He scooped up a piece of pudding and slowly put it into his mouth.

The dinner has been taken away, now it's time for dessert.

Hearing Fyodor's words, Gogol showed a puzzled expression.

"I'm not doing anything."

When he said this, he still smiled without showing emotion, but his lowered tone sounded extremely perfunctory.

"Aren't you going to allow me to talk? Fedya, I didn't know you cared so much."

"If you know what you're talking about, you should understand, don't get in the way of our plans."

"Heh." Gogol sneered, his expression completely sinking.

When he turned cold, those inorganic pupils looked cruel and unfeeling.

"After all, what excuses are you still looking for to stop me from getting close to Lilian, dear Fei Jia, what's the point of being secretive. I ask you now, can you and Lilian break up? It's good for us, obviously We're just a couple."

"When you say this, do you have some self-knowledge? Gogol, I never knew you were so careless. You may have expected something wrong," Fyodor said.

Perhaps he was delighted, but the corners of his mouth curled up in a merciless, ironic way.

Ling kept silent, acting like a coward, obviously she was the heroine, she looked like a bystander.

She was excited but didn't want to show it, all she could think about was getting the two of them to fight.

On the one hand, she felt novelty

Fyodor would respond, which she did not expect.

Hasn't he always been acquiescing to her relationship with Gogol?Maybe he didn't want to break the balance before, but why did he suddenly change his mind now?

Pushkin next to him was almost grinning to the sky, but he looked at the imposing manner of the sword and the clock, and walked out swaggeringly.

"It's time to start work!"

Before closing the door, Aya heard his last words.She looked at Pushkin's background, and it seemed that he should have nothing with him.

"At least I'm not as conceited as you, am I?" Gogol said peacefully, then he turned around and gave Aya a helpless smile, "It's a terrible situation, dear, but I have to. "

Aya kept silent, she knew that not speaking now was the best choice.

Maybe her silence made Gogol feel lost.

really.

It was heartbreaking for her to see the disappointment on his face.

If it is normal, she will invite him to go fishing, or camping or book club.In short, she is willing to do all comforting measures.

He may have deliberately tested her to see her expression.She has a million ways, but she can't do it now.

He must have guessed who gave Fyodor the confidence to say these words.

"I'm sorry." Ling said this to Gogol before he said anything.

Those present did not expect her to say this.

That's right, except for the perfunctory context, she would not say this under normal circumstances.

Gogol also looked at her in astonishment, and soon he understood.

The reasons that compelled her to say this could not be more obvious.

But he still raised his smile and made a gesture of indifference and indifference.But secretly glanced at Fyodor's expression.

"I was persuaded by Fei Jia." Aya said these words after careful consideration, and she chose to say these words frankly, "You know, we live together. We talked about some things, and I promised him, in the Before I leave Russia, I will help him. So, if there are no accidents, we should act together."

Gogol recalled their conversation that night.

But what he said was not for her to help him, but for her sympathy and understanding.

He shook his head and said, "You know I don't want to ask this. Honey, you don't have to apologize to me. I don't want to embarrass you at any time."

And the source of the pain that made him really unhappy was sitting by the chair quietly watching.

"Why do you need to talk so much? Gogol." Fyodor raised the corners of his mouth and hinted seductively, his devilish eyes were heavy, "What makes you timid? What do you really want to know? Shouldn't you ask yourself about the matter?"

Fyodor sees through Gogol's hypocrisy and the truth he doesn't want to face.

This is also the consistent character of Gogol.Deceiving himself and others, he vented his anger on others in an evasive manner, obviously what he was most worried about was that Hayata Ling didn't like him at all.

But instead of asking for trouble to expose him, he continued to add fuel to the fire: "You never worry about the answer to this question, do you? After all, there are too many things in this world that stand in the way of freedom. By the time So far, you have let me down, because you can't tell what you want..."

A voice interrupted him abruptly.

"To shut up!"

It's Aya.

"I said, shut up, Fedya."

She repeated it again.

"Lilian." Fyodor said, "You should know whether what I said is true or false. You should recognize this. You and Gogol should not continue, he will endanger you."

Maybe it's hard to believe, but it's true.

Sometimes, Gogol could not distinguish his own thoughts.He has thought about how to deal with this relationship countless times. Is it really necessary to continue the chaos?

Although he directed all malice towards Fyodor.

But he couldn't fool himself...

He knew that the real problem was not Fyodor, but Hayata Ling.

Even so, he still frantically found reasons for her to defend her innocence in his heart.

Sometimes, he starts to get into another kind of tangle.

It's just that after seeing her, all complicated thoughts began to disappear invisible.

"Can we stop talking about this?"

It was Sigma, who finally spoke up, interrupting the debate.

Even with the look of disapproval on his face, the words are still so educated.

He turned his watch to check the time, and then said directly to Aya.

"Lily, can we talk? Just a minute."

Aya followed Sigma to the aisle. There was no one in the aisle, and it looked empty.

She took a glance, and from the second floor, she had a panoramic view of the situation on the first floor.

Downstairs is a small concert, and the audience is scattered and drinking comfortably.

Sigma's eyes followed hers to the small stage.

"Do you like it there, Lily."

He asked gently, and didn't chat with her about some special topics.

Aya nodded and quickly calmed down.

"Thank you, Sigma," she said. "I think I should get serious about something."

"Does this bother you?"

"No, how could it be?" Aya denied, "I will not change myself, Sigma. You should trust me, I will handle it well."

As he should have expected, she had always been opinionated and rather conceited.

"Then what are you going to do?" Sigma asked anyway.

Aya didn't answer, but changed the subject calmly: "Suppose I have to choose between oranges and grapefruits, which one do you think I will choose?"

She asked this question very perfunctorily, but Sigma was unambiguous. He lowered his head and thought carefully for a moment before he gave an uncertain answer.

"orange?"

Ling waved her hand and said disappointedly: "It seems that you don't know me well enough, Sigma."

"Lily, do you like grapefruit?" Sigma asked.

But in his heart, he already had an answer.

She might choose to have both.

What Sigma didn't expect was that Aya denied him.

"Why? Maybe when no one gives me multiple-choice questions, I will choose this way. But someone asked me to choose..." She deliberately paused for a moment, seeing that Sigma's eyes had been on her, she didn't hold back, but stared at He stared at him without blinking.

She smiled.It was also this smile that made Sigma's mood rise infinitely.

"Maybe I'll choose grapes! What do you think, Sigma?"

Maybe she was lying, but he wanted to believe it was true.

"Speaking of which, Sigma, why did you ask me to come out?" Ling finally mentioned what she really wanted to ask. She has been wanting to ask Sigma since just now. Judging from his previous performance, he will definitely not just bring her Breakthrough is so simple.

Sigma was suddenly speechless.At the same time, his breathing slowed and his heart beat faster.

He seemed to be frozen, frozen into one piece by ice.

"I came here to talk." He made up his mind, and finally said, "Lily, you might see a different version of me..."

"But you want to say, isn't that what you really look like?" Ling asked casually.

"No." He shook his head, never calm, solemn and serious, "I want to say, that's the real me."

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-10-1521:21:00~2020-10-2321:39:21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: 1 Nedochka;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!