Chapter 62

61 The appearance of a rumored girlfriend

"There must be a problem with this winery's activity!"

After breaking into the office with the newspaper, the red-haired director stepped over the guillotine lying on the ground, slapped the "New Industry Newspaper" in his hand on the table, and invited with an extremely serious expression:

"Auntie Auntie Ai Ma! Let's go investigate! I swear in the name of the Director of the Virgin Cleaning Bureau, the person who planned this activity must have an ulterior evil purpose behind it!"

"..."

"Director... are you short of money again?"

After reading the so-called "evil activity", Auntie Auntie Ai Ma, who was washing the skull-crushing hammer, raised her head and suggested with a helpless face:

"Salary was just paid two days ago, how about I lend you some more?"

"Auntie Auntie Ai Ma, you misunderstood!"

Hehe, borrowing money is borrowing money, and a discount is a discount, the two don't conflict!

Deciding that not only must money be borrowed, but the 50% discount must also be taken advantage of, the red-haired director clenched his fists hard and insisted righteously:

"I really think there is a problem with this activity, let's go! Come with me to investigate."

"..."

Stop messing around, okay? Even if what you said is all true, what kind of abnormal situation would it take to be worth you, a Zodiac Director, and me, a Level 1 Disaster Handler, acting together? The descent of an Evil God?

I really can't understand, to what extent would an Evil God be bored to not carry out large-scale sacrifices after descending, but instead raid a medium-sized winery?

Looking at the red-haired director, who was about to lose his mind because the wine worm in his stomach had not been fed for a long time, Auntie Auntie Ai Ma felt a headache. She reached out her wet hand and pointed to the word "couple" on the newspaper, refusing as tactfully as possible:

"I am a woman too, but this activity requires couples. If we go together, isn't it inappropriate?"

"The situation is urgent, we can't care about these details!"

After calculating the money he had left, the red-haired director invited again with a serious face:

"Let's go, let's go! I have a faint feeling that this activity is aimed at me!"

"..."

Are you sure it's aimed at you, and not you actively going for it?

"Fine..."

Looking at the red-haired director, whose eyes were incomparably firm and who had clearly made up his mind, Auntie Auntie Ai Ma, as a good best friend, could only shake her head helplessly, wiped her hands on her apron, and took the newspaper to read.

"Let me see where the address is. If it's not far, then wait until after work today... I'm not going!"

After reading the specific activity rules, Auntie Auntie Ai Ma's beautiful face suddenly blushed slightly, and she poked the newspaper with her fingertip and questioned with annoyance:

"Did you finish reading it at all? This activity doesn't just allow any two people to go, you have to kiss passionately in public for a minute to prove your status as a couple before you can enter!"

"This... it's just touching lips..."

After licking his lips, the red-haired director, who had not drunk wine for more than six days and was really uncomfortable, said shamelessly:

"We are both women, and we are so familiar, I think..."

"Get out!"

"Auntie Auntie Ai Ma, good Auntie Auntie Ai Ma! Just go with me! I'm going to die if I don't have wine to drink!"

"Then go die outside!"

"..."

Tsk... sure enough, at such a critical moment, even the best best friend is unreliable.

After being pushed by the back and driven out of the office, the red-haired director couldn't help but sigh with extreme disappointment, then subconsciously turned his head and looked at another office next door.

【Leon Laien (Level 3 Accident Handler)】

After staring at the sign at the door of Leon's office for a while, the red-haired director, who was full of hesitation, shook his whole body, suddenly remembered the poisonous oath he had made five minutes ago, then couldn't help but stomp his feet in hatred, and left with a straight face and firm determination.

I'll come back when you're at work!

"Achoo!!!"

Hiss... it's clearly not winter yet, why is it so cold today?

After pulling the sleeves of his coat down and tucking his hands into the cuffs, Leon, who was shivering from the cold wind, couldn't help but open the panel and looked suspiciously at his infection value, which was as high as 0.9.

After being smashed into the hospital this time, the wound that the doctor judged would take a week to initially heal, he had been jumping around after lying down for only three days, and had been discharged home last night. His physique was clearly much better than ordinary people.

And his physique had improved so much, logically speaking, he shouldn't be so afraid of the cold, so why was he still shivering when blown by the cold wind?

Walking on the way to work with his body hunched, Leon, who was shivering from the cold wind, was now incomparably nostalgic for the warm little coffee stall of that profiteer.

Although his bread was cut thin enough to see through, the butter was spread thinner than shoe polish, and a slice of ham dared to be sold for one copper wheel, but his coffee was warm enough, and the stove in the stall was burning vigorously. As long as you sat inside, the cold all over your body was driven away directly, and you could be warm all the way to the Cleaning Bureau.

Sigh... it's a pity that he has something to do at home and has no time to set up the stall for the time being, so I can only endure it for now.

After William and the others enroll in Bridgehead Public School in a few days and move into Happiness Apartment with Anna, I will live in the Cleaning Bureau's office directly, so I won't have to run so far every day... um?

After turning a street corner, Leon discovered with incomparable surprise that the place where Old Charle usually set up his stall was not empty, and a wave of heat that made one feel like a spring breeze rushed towards him, instantly blowing away the cold around him.

He actually set up the stall!

As if reuniting with a friend he hadn't seen for many years, Leon, who was blown by the warm wind and felt comfortable all over, immediately rushed over excitedly, just wanted to open his mouth to chat with Old Charle, but was stunned on the spot.

Nothing else, the person sitting in front of the coffee stall stove was not the dark-skinned, honest-looking profiteer old man, but a young woman with long legs, a thin waist, and excellent proportions, who used a scarf to block the lower half of her face.

"..."

Why did this stall change... um...

【This little coffee stall, I plan to pass it on to my daughter in the future, so no matter how she lives outside, she can have a living when she comes home.】

Recalling what Old Charle had said to him, a flash of realization crossed Leon's eyes... This is Old Charle not having time to set up the stall because he has to take care of his wife, so he handed the stall to his daughter in advance, right?

Um... speaking of which, although it should just be a joke, he seemed to have said he wanted to recruit me as a son-in-law?

Why does this person keep staring at me?

Looking at the man who didn't enter the stall but kept looking at her, the scarf woman couldn't help but frown, but didn't scold him, instead learned the appearance of other coffee stall owners, nodded politely, and then took the initiative to ask:

"Guest, would you like a cup of coffee?"

"Ah! Yes!"

Leon, who came back to his senses, smiled, bent down and got into the warm tent of the small stall, then didn't chat with his "rumored girlfriend", but ordered directly:

"A cup of coffee, two thin slices of bread with butter, and an extra slice of ham."

"Okay."

After responding crisply, the scarf woman got up from the stove and stood straight in front of the heated slate.

Only to see her pull over a piece of soft toast, cut two "thin slices" that were a full three centimeters thick with two slashes, and threw them directly onto the slate.

Then she used a spoon to scoop a lump of butter larger than a strawberry from the butter jar next to her and spread it on, then took out half a ham, and chopped off a slice as big as a palm with a "snap"...

"..."

Am I not awake yet?

Looking at the two "thin" slices of bread served to his table, Leon couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise, looked up at Old Charle's prodigal daughter, and for a moment didn't know whether to thank her for her generosity or worry for Old Charle.

You daughter... doesn't seem to be material for doing business!

"Guest!"

Seeing that this weird man kept staring at her, and the emotion in his eyes was very "complicated", the scarf woman's eyes narrowed slightly, and she questioned with a cold voice:

"Excuse me, is there anything strange about my face?"

"Er... sorry..."

Seeing that his gaze had made her angry, Leon had no choice but to apologize embarrassedly, then turned his head politely and stopped looking at her, and asked directly:

"How much is all this?"

How much... how much should these things cost at an ordinary coffee stall... wait! There is movement!

While thinking, she glanced at the building across the street and found that the curtains on the second floor had been opened. The scarf woman was like a falcon that had found its prey, and her whole person became alert instantly.

Staring fixedly at the window on the second floor across the street, the scarf woman, whose attention was mostly drawn away, reached out to Leon without looking, and said casually and absent-mindedly:

"Just give me one silver wheel."？？？

What the hell? One silver wheel? And "just"?

After hearing the price of this breakfast, Leon suddenly raised his head and looked at his "rumored girlfriend" with a confused face.

Good guy, I just thought you were a prodigal, but you are even more ruthless than your father!