Overturned Tower

"Speaking of which, Paradise Bird," Russell said with a smile, "it's almost noon. Did you have lunch before you came?"

"Ah, not yet."

Paradise Bird showed a pitiful expression: "I'm really a little hungry now..."

The little pigeon stared at Russell with its ruby-like eyes, and blinked slightly.

"Then shall I invite you out for a meal?"

Russell said casually, then turned to look at Wuming: "Speaking of which, when did you have breakfast?"

"It's half past ten for me... I don't know if I don't know, maybe it's seven o'clock?"

Although he was not asked, Bugle raised his head excitedly, and the tail behind him began to wag happily: "What are you going to eat? Why don't we eat barbecue? Although I'm not hungry, if it's barbecue I think I can eat more…”

"No need, we're not hungry."

Wuming narrowed his eyes, and Wen Sheng interrupted: "Go and eat, we will go back to the dormitory first. After the specific transfer order arrives in the afternoon, we will come back again."

"Eh-"

The horn draws a long note, looking unhappy.

"Ah, that doesn't need to be so troublesome. We will all be colleagues in the future. You two can just stay here and rest. The security of the Special Operations Department is very high, and no one will come in suddenly...The two refrigerators are full of It's drinks and cold drinks, everyone can drink whatever they want."

Russell went around from behind the table and patted the narrow shoulder of the Bird of Paradise: "Let's go, little pigeon. What do you want to eat?"

"I can do it!"

Paradise Bird stood up from the sofa with a swipe, followed Russell and answered briskly.

Russell smiled and said, "I'd rather eat meat...how about some barbecue? I know there's a delicious one."

He was talking about the one that Delphinium had taken Russell to before.

When I went to Huachu just now, Russell took a look at it. The limited menu for lunch today is not bad.

"I also can!"

Paradise Bird nodded cautiously and said, "I can eat anything."

Hearing this, Russell raised his eyebrows slightly.

She is willing to talk in public places like barbecue restaurants, which means that what she wants to say to Russell will not be too secretive. The degree of guarantee is not that high, but I just don't want the two angels to hear it.

Fortunately, Wuming's emotional intelligence is high enough to understand their subtext, and he also allows Paradise Bird and Russell to have some little secrets of their own... Otherwise, it would be troublesome for the stupid dog with the horn to catch up with it.

If they are locked in the executive office, they will not be able to leave even if they want to.

This also prevents being tracked.

Although it may be a little too cautious, it is for the safety of Paradise Bird after all. This is not an exaggeration.

...However, suddenly there are three more colleagues.

They were even seconded from the church.

Russell was somewhat uncomfortable for a while.

In front of the angel, he was too shy to even touch a fish... oh, no.

The inferior has already left, and he has nothing left to touch.

That's fine.

Hopefully the Angels can help Russell with some of the work...

But without warning, two capable thugs were called in, without even reporting to Delphinium... It seemed a bit rushed.

Russell knew very well that the thugs brought in by the company were actually those two angels.

The Bird of Paradise is only a "supervisor" in name, because the church is unwilling to let the angel out of its sight. Although she also wants to join the Special Executive Department, such a natural saint obviously cannot be dispatched easily.

Is the company realizing that they may be short of people next?

In other words, the company has realized that there will be a large-scale "wave of uncoded people"...

"By the way, I can drive." The horn was still a little unwilling, "How about I drive you there?

"I want to eat barbecue too, Ultramarine!"

"Okay, okay... Bishop, she hasn't seen Qunqing for a long time. It's rare to meet, give them some private space."

Wuming closed his eyes, slowly coiled up and said in a warm voice: "Be quiet, Bugle. I want to take a nap."

"Oh…"

The horn is not happy.

Watching Russell and the Bird of Paradise leave, he couldn't help asking: "What will they talk about together? Are they familiar... Ignorance?"

Wuming was already coiled under the air conditioner, quietly and quietly.

Although I know that Wuming is probably not asleep, I just don't want to care about myself. But the horn still didn't bother the ignorant siesta.

He started running around the office a little anxiously.

Soon, he dug out two bottles of Coke and a glass of ice cream from the refrigerator.

"Drink, ignorance?"

The horn said cheerfully: "Qun Qing told us that we can drink whatever we want."

Wuming remained silent with his eyes closed.

Bugle first took a sip of himself, then slowly wagged his tail and started wandering around the office with a Coke in his hand. It's like patrolling the territory.

"Speaking of which, I heard that our minister is also a relative of the canine family, right?"

The Horn said to himself: "But how come I don't smell her much?

"Aren't the canine soul relatives keen to leave a scent now? Well...it seems wrong too. Qunqing smells like a young woman, is that the minister?

"Wow, she doesn't know the unspoken rules of Ultramarine?"

He thought about it, and carefully looked at everything in the room without opening the drawer.

Wuming, on the other hand, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, quietly saying nothing.

Just then, Bugle wandered over to the desk.

"Hey, what is this? A suspected demon report... Is this what we will do in the future?"

"Don't look at that."

Suddenly, Wuming closed his eyes and said, "That's a very high level of secrecy, it's impolite to look at it without permission."

"You really didn't sleep—"

The horn suddenly jumped from the desk to Wuming.

After squatting down, he handed the half-drinked Coke to Wuming's mouth: "Drink it? Do you want it? Although the brand has changed, the taste is similar to that of a hundred years ago. It's still cold...or do you want to drink it?" Unopened?"

Wuming remained silent again, as if falling asleep.

"Tsk."

Bugle, who couldn't get a response from his companion, gritted his teeth in displeasure, and began to walk around with his nose sniffling: "With Ultramarine's character, there should be snacks in the office..."

After being warned by ignorance, he did not look at the documents on the table anymore.

No matter how restless his personality is, his moral standard is indeed that of an angel.

On the other side, Russell took Paradise Bird back to the barbecue shop.

"Hey, the boss came to the front desk in person today?"

Russell warmly greeted the strong middle-aged man with a pair of bull horns.

With the popularity of Qunqing, although he only came a few times, the boss has known him for a long time.

The bold boss even dared to joke with Russell: "Hey, Qunqing has a new girlfriend today?"

"Don't talk nonsense, this is my sister."

Russell said with a smile, and patted Paradise Bird on the shoulder: "This is a poor child. Next time I see him, I have to give you a discount, right?"

"Don't do it next time, let's do it this time."

The boss with horns replied cheerfully: "I will give you a plate of snowflake beef, and I will give you a plate of beef tongue... I remember you like this? Do you want a drink, girl?"

Even though he is a relative of Niuke, the boss sells beef without embarrassment.

The boss's classic saying is, "Barbecue is not good for any other meat, it must be beef to be delicious."

"Yes, do you have watermelon juice..."

Paradise Bird said with some embarrassment: "Or pumpkin juice is also fine."

"It's a bit worse, let's all have a drink."

The boss laughed loudly: "Shall I invite you two to drink today?"

"No."

"Speaking of it~www.wuxiahere.com~ the boss winked at Qunqing, "I didn't deny that the little white dog was your girlfriend just now. "

The delphinium used to come here to eat occasionally by itself.

Although I don't know the name of the delphinium, it is easy to remember it with its appearance.

Russell was noncommittal about this: "Let's have another lamb chop and a cheese sizzling chicken. If it's not enough, order more."

"Okay—by the way, the roast meat still smells like beef."

"There's enough beef."

Russell smiled: "Is there any private room? If possible, open a private room for us."

"Go straight to the third one. I'll open it for you too."

The boss guessed easily that Qunqing suddenly brought a young girl to his place and wanted to open a private room, probably related to business.

Probably to talk about something secret.

He didn't want to overhear that kind of secret... secrets can kill people's lives.

In the private room, there is also the cover of music, and the difficulty of eavesdropping will become very high. It is also not easy to suddenly hear something that should not be heard when the food is served.

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It's not the first time that the boss has dealt with this kind of thing - these days, it's hard to get along if you don't wink when you open a store.