Marriage

The quiet bookstore also sells drinks.

In the corner of the wall far away from several rows of bookshelves, there are four or five small round tables. In that corner, a waiter is brewing hot drinks just ordered by his boss and guests.

That is a very imposing old man, with a delicate beard, decent clothes and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. The long leisure time makes this man's skin different from ordinary people's white, and naturally, he has an elegant and noble temperament.

He crossed his fingers, propped up his chin, looked at Vivian sitting in front of him, and spoke in a vicissitudes and quiet tone: "How long has it been since we met?

After graduation. "

"Unconsciously, it has been more than ten years."

Vivian seemed to be infected by the atmosphere created by his language. She nodded thoughtfully and then said, "Carl, over the years ..." "I'm not doing well at all."

The old man named Carl interrupted Vivian. "What about you?" "Who cares about this?"

Vivian suddenly lost her temper. "I mean, over the years, no one has told you that your chin-holding gesture looks very sissy?"

Mom, you're actually here to pick a fight, right?

Lugar, who was waiting for him, smoked several times in the corner of his eye. He is still in the form of a dog.

It seems that the effective and invalid laws of the transfiguration potions have changed again.

However, Lugar can't care about this potion at the moment. He inadvertently glanced at himself in the mirror before. I was surprised to find that his deformed form was exactly the same as Geer's.

No wonder Vivian admitted her mistake before.

Carl was obviously choked, and he coughed several times to hide his embarrassment. "Vivian, you are still so outspoken, and only Ruff, a short and fat man, can stand you."

"Carl, you are such a sissy, that is, Ivy can stand you."

From a dry cough, the old man suddenly turned into a severe cough. His face turned red. "Shut up." Quite a bit angry from embarrassment.

"Well, I don't care you this.

Come on, I'm looking for you this time. All you have to do is sign here, and we'll take care of the rest. ""This is ...

Engagement? "

The old man frowned. Although he didn't care much about the daughter, the little girl had her own blood anyway. He glanced at Vivian. "And Lugar's, your son?

Ah, it's really a fine tradition of thorns. "

Then Carl took a quill pen from his chest pocket without waiting for Vivian to speak, shook it twice and quickly signed his name.

"Well, don't bother me with this kind of thing in the future, and I won't attend the marriage." He threw it at me.

Vivian stood up and didn't mind the other person's bad attitude. After she checked it herself and found it correct, she tutted twice: "If you weren't Asher's father in the legal sense, if you didn't sign it, this engagement would not be recognized by law. I really don't want to come to you."

As soon as she turned around, Vivian called Lugar aside and closed the door.

Lugar took one more look at the old man. It was the first time he met Asher's biological father. This body is not related to Asher in blood.

He shook his head. Asher's family relationship is very complicated, and he hasn't understood it yet. He can only say that it is a poor little girl. A 12-year-old girl thinks all day about how to make money.

In most ordinary people's homes, this may be sensible enough, but from the perspective of social class learning from thorns, this is a kind of parent's sorrow.

If you are not too embarrassed and innocent, how can you deeply understand the importance of money? After all, Asher and Lugar are different.

He crossed over.

But then again, let him get engaged to a little girl, isn't it a bit too beast? It's a little crazy ...

However, what about this inexplicable excitement?

Shaking his head again, Lugar decided not to dwell on it and respect his mother's wishes. After all, this is also a tradition of thorns. He is a person who likes to follow the crowd.

Holding four short legs, he ran a little comfortably, followed Vivian into a carriage, and then got off the carriage. Not surprisingly, he arrived at Asher's home.

A slightly humble residential building.

It was Asher who entertained Vivian into the house, and now she is the only one at home. In front of Vivian, this is a clever, sensible and quiet little girl.

She was talking to Vivian in a low voice.

Lugar looked at it with a broken mouth. It seems that Zijinhua College has been catching up with Thorn College in recent years, and it is not the people of Zijinhua College who are bragging at random.

This is a world ruled by aristocrats. No matter what kind of colleges want to be top-class schools, they must be close to aristocrats.

Look at Asher's hypocrisy alone, and he's already 70% or 80% capable.

Yawned, Lugar simply fell on the ground, and he didn't know when the transfiguration potion would fail again, and he didn't mind letting Vivian know about it.

After all, he didn't intend to hide it.

Suddenly, Lugar found a pair of white calves in front of his eyes, and then a knee half covered by a skirt. He raised his head.

Found that it was Asher crouching in front of him. "Mr. Gell?"

She gave a tentative cry.

Lugar suddenly shook his ears and narrowed his eyes. He suddenly realized that Maureen's people should have found him. Unexpectedly, however, it was Geer who they looked for first.

He stood up, looked at Asher, and made a very human movement-raising his paws and touching the bottom of her skirt. Asher immediately froze.

But she quickly came to her senses and wanted to give Luger a kick, but she seemed to think of something again. Maybe someone took care of her, so she put up with it and made a gesture to Luger to let him go.

Lugar walked the door very obediently.

"Someone wants to see you, in the back alley!"

Say that finish this sentence angrily, shire slammed the door. Luger pie mouth, this is really not funny!

Give ear to listen to, he trotted downstairs, from the mouth of the spiral staircase, after a narrow aisle, the door is the alley that Asher said.

The fields are dark and the light is not sufficient. Obviously, few people come to this place, and it is a deserted and dirty scene, which you can see.

Sticky waste.

Lugar stepped aside in disgust, and soon a figure appeared in his field of vision. "Mr. Geer, I've been waiting for so long. It's very kind of you to come."

This is humane.

Lugar apologized for keeping him waiting, and then jumped at him. Before the man could react, a claw smashed his throat.