Chapter 21: Blake
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The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events
- Zha Yao
- 1767 characters
- 2021-03-02 04:03:19
Mrs. Quinn ’s interest in the In’an culture has been magnified, and those arriving guests ca n’t ask about Quinn ’s recent news about a medical practice from the beginning, nor can they say that they want to make friends with these West Ends. ? ◆? Bayi Chinese? Net. ww.8.11zw.com ★ They need something to start the topic, the niche Indian culture, here, is to act as the starting thing.
"Bald Eagle." In the circular front hall, the coming guests took Mrs. Quinn's hand earnestly and looked at the carpet with a sigh. "The Ingan Totem, which once represented freedom, has now become the cornerstone of the Federation ... "
That's almost it, don't use such a serious description. It is necessary to leave a good impression on the host of the banquet, especially this kind of guy who arrives early.
Mrs. Quinn smiled and nodded, then opened her eyes. Amanda didn't come up to remind him of who this person was, it was not important to represent him, so he didn't have to waste precious time communicating with him. The only reason Mrs. Quinn came to the front hall was to confirm that Zack had followed Blake.
Zach smiled and nodded at Mrs. Quinn, then patted Blake's arm, "Are you in a hurry? The party has just begun."
Blake's eyes were fixed on the middle-aged man who had passed by Mrs. Quinn. His face was not very good. "That's the Minister of the Advertising Department of the Barton Daily. I need to talk to him."
Blake used ‘need’ to express his urgency. It is not that this young man born in a political family has no patience, but Zac has restricted his freedom!
Zac, who came early, met the real client, the elder of the Stone family, and followed Blake. "Blake, sorry, my task today is to watch you." Zac used With a helpless expression, he also added an aggrieved tone, "How about making me relaxed?"
What can Blake say to this very kind Mr. Grande, he can only nod. At least not talking to anyone when there are elders, to make Zac's work easier.
"Advertising Department?" Zac looked at the middle-aged man who had just made a rug and gave Quinn a good impression. "I thought you would be interested in social news. How is the advertising department?" Zack was really puzzled.
"I hope to set up a consultation hotline. ● ● Bayi Chinese ◆ ■ Net. Www.81zw.com ■" Blake has a distressed face, "If no one knows the hotline number, then there is no point, right."
Zac blinked. It seems reasonable, but if you think about it and shake your head, it doesn't make any sense. In the city of Barton, there is only one place where people with the same attributes as Blake (the nightclub that Wes had visited). There the flyers are not more efficient.
Blake saw Zac's expression, and honestly, it was not disappointed. This kind of thing would only be understood by 'yes people'. He whispered, "The hotline is not just for people like us, but also for them. Family, friends ... These are the ones who love them and the people they love, this is important. "
Zac understood, and looked at Blake with a smile. This young stone. He has a really fresh heart.
Looking at the middle-aged man entering the main hall, Blake shook his head, and Mrs. Quinn occasionally floated to pay attention to his and Zac's eyes, preventing him from catching up and talking. He gave up.
"Let's go." Blake said to Zac disappointedly, "Let's go and see Laura and them. I can't touch anyone here."
Zac turned his head and finally assured Mrs. Quinn that he was behind Blake and walked to the side hall.
Their destination is not the side hall, but the kitchen that continues to walk sideways.
As young boys and girls who grew up in such a family, they are very clear. Although the name of the dinner is used, don't expect anything you can eat on the table! These people are here to speak, so they are not prepared to let the people they want to make a scent of garlic in their mouths when they are close to each other and speak quietly!
So for these young generations. Real dinner in the kitchen.
Of course, Blake has already passed the age of eating in the kitchen. If it is not his own personal purpose, he should have been a ‘flower’ in the dinner. The most promising young generation in the Western District, this aura is not small. But knowing that there will be no gains tonight. He didn't care anymore, he didn't want to do even normal communication. Eight? ▼ One? Chinese ● Net. ww.8.11zw.com? Quite arrogant.
"Kepler!" The angry girl's voice sounded when the two entered, and only about eleven or twelve-year-old girls wore delicate dresses and shouted at Kepler, who was two heads taller than her. What did my brother eat! "
Kepler shook a jar of tomato sauce in his hand, with an innocent look, "What!"
The girl snatched it, opened the lid, and smelled it. It had nothing to do with ketchup. It was chili sauce.
The girl snapped the jar on the ground with a snap, "Kepler!"
The bright red stained the dresses of the people around.
Kepler stared at the skirt of his long dress, and his face was ugly! Yeah, it's grim, but it's pretty.
Lola didn't dare to neglect, and quickly glanced at Alice, who had been shrinking, and pulled together Kepler, who was going to punch out and beat people.
"What are you doing!" Blake snarled with a frowning face, full of oppression. The soon-to-be confused boys were quiet. It was the right time for the oldest peer.
Zac looked at Alice at a loss, er, it didn't seem to be a good atmosphere, and it might be a wrong decision to bring Alice to it.
Blake stared at Kepler and did not speak to Lola, and walked to the angry little girl, sighed and asked comfortably, "What about your brother?"
"Behind!" The girl was still staring at Kepler angrily, and there were tears in her eyes. When Kepler was about to rush over, she was really scared. Now the anger began to turn into grievance, "He, he kept crying !can not stop!"
"Let's go and see." Blake glared back at Kepler, patting the girl and walking back.
"Oh!" Kepler began to measure in. "You're leaving, are you crying and running away? Why don't you cry and find your mommy!"
"Kepler!" Lola forcibly turned her friend and looked at Alice with sorry eyes, as if to say, ‘I ’m sorry to let you see this. ’
"What's wrong!" Kepler stared at his friend. "I just don't like the Falcons!"
Zac raised his eyebrows. Kepler was really a strange girl. She was Yuri who was opposed to Smith. She was in love with her young master. Falcon, a friend and partner of Smith, did hate others. Smith's family business is to inherit her hand, it seems that there is still a long way to go ...
After turning his eyes for a few times, Kepler stared anxiously at his skirt. "Now I have to change my skirt! Annoying guy!"
Lola shook her head helplessly, pushing her friend who complained after the trouble, greeted Zac, and pulled Kepler away. Then Zac stood alone among a few strange boys and girls.
"Hey, you!" Zach, a proud boy, lifted his chin, "That Blake's new classmate!"
Zac pointed to himself, meaning ‘call me? ’
"Yes! It's you!" The boy was wearing a fitted tuxedo with a table cloth around his neck and was sitting at a table prepared for these young princess-like characters to deal with a steak. He dropped the cutlery in his hand and threw it away with pride. He beckoned like a puppy, looked at Zac with a smile, and lowered his voice, "Hey, tell us chant. What did Blake do again, Why was someone sent to follow you again? "
Zac raised his eyebrows, responded to the boy ’s call, walked into the table and saluted slightly,
Zacree Grande. You can call me Zac. I ’m just commissioned to protect Mr. Stone ’s safety.
"Okay!" The boy's voice lengthened. "It's just a dinner! What danger can he have!" His eyes swept across the faces of several other teenagers, all with a strong expression of "curiosity", " Tell us chant! We swear not to say it! "
What seemed to come to mind, "Grand?" The boy saw the gesture prompt of a girl next to him, raised an eyebrow, and looked back at Zac, "You are that Grand! I can pay! How much? "
Zac looked at the young generation of gossips in a funny way. Inexplicably, Zac understood Mrs. Quinn's words better.
Do you remember when Mrs. Quinn went to the Grand Funeral Home for the first time, the old group of old people in the reception room? Although Mr. Quinn ’s death was a blow to them, they are really old and very old. Mrs. Quinn ’s joking ‘will always lie in Grande ’s cemetery’ is sadly a fact.
But according to their age, these third-generation guys shouldn't be so small, even the biggest Pooch is only a dozen or so, and the ones in front of them are even tenderer than Lola and Kepler.
This only shows that the elders in the West End have spent too much energy on creating inheritance that can be passed on. Instead, these real bearers are born too many years later ...
The first generation of hungry old men who want to use "magic care" for these children who have come to this world for many years have become easier to understand.
Zac smiled and shook his head at the boy. "I really just protect Blake Stone." Seemingly having fun, Zac blinked. "One day, I will protect you like this."
The boy shook his head in death, picked up the tableware again, and pouted at his companions. "I knew that this dinner was definitely not for the guy Boqi."
Zac raised his eyebrows and kept quiet.
"Yeah." Another boy shook his head helplessly. "Yesterday, the person in the office came back and said something about the campaign."
The topic has been opened, but it is not what Zac imagined. After everyone complained, and recently their elders were harassed, the object of the complaint fell on Blake.
"Hey!" Let's sum up with a little guy's complaint, "It's over, it seems that Stone is preparing to leave Blake in Barton! Everyday I will listen to Blake like this again. so big……"
Yes, the focus of this dinner was not on Pooch, but on Blake. The mayoral elections that have been operating in secret, today, will be the audit that the Stone family chose for Blake to join. (To be continued.)