Chapter 55: You are a liar!

Biting a straw eye, staring at Melanie Chisholm with a smile in front of him, Aldridge loosened his straw, his tongue slightly licked the juice from his mouth, and said softly: "Melanie , Defamation is imprisoned."
Melanie covered her mouth and smiled, "You said that it will rain in Manchester today. I just called my friend over there, Aldridge. Manchester is not raining today and the sun is shining!"
Aldridge slapped his head in the forehead, and saw the Victoria who had gone away in the corner of his eyes. The young hot girl was happily calling her friend on the mobile phone, showing off the "secondary" tone with bragging. Shouted: "Guess who I am..."
Looking back at the sly-eyed Melanie's face, Aldridge spread his hand and said: "It's only three o'clock in the afternoon. Can you guarantee that Manchester will not rain until 12 o'clock at night?
Melanie shook her head and smiled: "No."
Aldridge's mouth turned up: "So, you are still slander!"
"But I have a hunch that you are a liar! So I will debunk your lies today!"
Melanie raised the phone in her hand. The meaning was obvious. If Manchester rained, she would know by phone.
Aldrich shook his head and remained silent for a moment, then raised his smile and said, "Understood, I have one more follower today, so let's go."
When he finished, he slightly raised his right elbow, and Melanie asked dumbly, "What do you mean?"
"Look at the people on this street."
Aldridge Nunu's mouth, Melanie looked around, and found that the men and women on Bond Street were mostly in pairs. She raised her hand to cover her mouth, revealing a bit of shyness, then took a deep breath, and then the demonstration seemed to face Aldridge He lifted his head to his chest, his arm held his arm.
The two had just walked a few steps. Melanie was attracted by a window dress and was about to go in. Suddenly, the shop clerk deared the probe and looked at the door, and then quickly closed the door.
"Are we looking like robbers?"
Melanie looked shocked.
She had already stepped on the stairs outside the door of this fashion store with half her feet.
Aldridge took her straight forward with a chuckle, and said: "It is estimated that a star has just entered that store, Bond Street is like this, usually come here, if you see which store closes suddenly, inside It must be a big star patron."
"Oh, so, let's go check it out, the glass window of that store is not blocked by curtains."
"Can't afford to lose that man!"
Aldridge and Melanie strolled on Bond Street for an hour without spending money. When both were bored, Melanie dragged Aldridge to a London health club.
At the club’s boxing ring, Aldridge was surprised to see Melanie wearing a sports vest and gloves on both hands, glaring provocatively at Aldridge.
Aldridge put on his gloves immediately, and Melanie banged her fists on and kept laughing. "Mr. Liar, I heard that you are a coach. Let me see what you do."
Even though Aldridge does not have much athletic talent, he has maintained his exercise habits for many years, and his physical fitness has nothing to say. Only when Melanie is playing around, she will go crazy with her. Just looking at Melanie’s current pair This kind of amorous costume is enough for her to spend her life with the beauty.
It was just that he didn't expect Melanie to be really a trained person. Her two fists staggered to block her chin after the center of gravity was lowered. There were really a few boxing masters in the brisk movement.
After being punched into the corner of the ring by several consecutive combinations of her, Aldridge retreated and could only protect her head.
"Hey, Aldridge, are you just these two?"
Melanie backed her back and spread her fists, her chin raised high, her eyes disappointed.
Aldridge twisted his neck and played with the taste: "What a joke? It's really funny to make you play? It's too easy to knock you down."
"boast!"
Melanie threw another punch, but was shocked to find that Aldridge quickly lowered her head and bent down to hide, and hugged her waist with both hands, and rushed forward. Melanie immediately lost weight, and her feet were falling back. Off the ground, with a bang, she lay on her back on the ring, and Aldridge pressed on her.
"Hey, give Ge Le one!"
Aldridge looked down at Melanie looking up at the sky, but when she saw her cheeks flushed, her eyes dodged and scolded: "Rogue!"
Aldridge was surprised: "Hey, I am really punching, do you still want to debut? This beautiful face is broken, I don't feel sorry if you don't feel hurt."
Melanie yelled at him with a ruddy face: "Your arm is pressing on my chest! Rogue!"
Aldrich later realized that his arm was pressing against a ball of softness. He jumped up and said with a smile: "It was definitely not intentional just now! Although I am not a gentleman, I still don't use it. Way to wipe the oil."
Melanie stood up arrogantly, maybe Aldridge was knocked down. She hurried to change her clothes and let Aldridge leave with her.
In the evening, as the sun sets, Adrich and Melanie sit next to each other on the seats on the Thames, facing the famous Taylor Gallery in London.
Melanie asked feebly: "Do you go there often?"
Aldridge sneered: "Of course not, and I haven't been there once. What a joke. How can I appreciate a master-level art masterpiece like my vulgar soul? But in case my mind becomes enlightened, I am master-level art I have sublimated my soul, and since then, I have no dirty words to speak, and my life will be over, anyway, my life is destined to be nowhere to be elegant."
Melanie turned to Aldridge helplessly and said, "You are so shameless, I feel like you are boasting about yourself. It seems that if you go in and out, you will become a saint?"
Aldrich said seriously: "Who knows, oh, only God knows, but I don't believe him."
"I don't believe it! Go, let's go in here, if you can't grow wings on your back or multiple apertures on your head, then I will beat you!"
Melanie said she was about to leave Aldridge towards the Taylor Art Gallery, but Aldridge opened his sleeves calmly and looked at the time on the watch and said: "I have no chance today, there are two minutes left, Taylor Fine Art The museum is closed, and voila, the security guard is closing."
Melanie turned her head and looked back. Sure enough, the museum was closed.
She sat down desolately and said angrily: "Audric, why are you so cunning?"
"Work required."
"Aren't you a football coach?"
"Why do you repeatedly doubt my profession?"
"You won. I'm hungry. Let's go to dinner. Manchester still hasn't rained. As a punishment for cheating, you should invite me to dinner."
Aldrich looked up at the darkened canopy and said seriously: "But how many hours are there before 12 o'clock?"
"But I am already hungry..."
"Okay, you won. What do you want to eat?"
"you guess."
"Let's wait, maybe Manchester will rain in an hour."
Melanie stared at Aldridge with her mouth full of resentment and provocatively said, "I will eat whatever I say?"
"No, it's what you plan to eat. I'll accompany you. If you say you have stool, I'm not a fool. Of course, if you insist on eating stool, I won't accompany you."
"Ah... Aldrich you are disgusting! Let's go eat Chinese food, hum, you must not get used to it, my mother makes great Chinese food."
Aldridge was a little surprised this time, turned to look at her, and asked, "Do you like Chinese food? Correct, the saying that the cuisine is Japanese, orthodox Chinese never say that Chinese food is Chinese cuisine."
"Huh? Oh, are you scared?"
"Huh, hum, sorry, the most authentic Chinese food, I'm afraid you haven't eaten at all, Chinese food is varied, sweet and salty, hot and spicy, have you heard of it? In my face, Chinese food, you are still tender , Banmen got axe."
Melanie's eyes lit up suddenly, and when Audridge pulled up, she smiled and said: "It seems that you are very experienced, oh, it's rare to have like-minded friends with taste, go away, let's go eat and drink..."
Aldridge, who played outside for a day, came home at night to listen to the radio news while taking a shower.
He was in a good mood today, wandering around with Melanie and having a full meal at night, leaving him fluttering all over the body, humming in the bath.
"Manchester has another two rains today. It is expected that such weather will continue until the weekend. For the Premier League where the championship situation has heated up, if Old Trafford on the weekend is a rain battle, this is obviously not the coach Ferguson. Happy to see..."
The singing of Aldridge's throat stopped abruptly, and his relaxed and comfortable expression became stiff.
His wail came from the bathroom: "Fuck! Melanie, you are a big liar!"
At the same time, Melanie holding her mobile phone in her London apartment was lying on the single bed in her pajamas, looking at the phone number on the screen of her mobile phone, her thumb hanging on the dial key hesitantly.
She finally dispelled the urge to dial out, recalling what happened during the day, she was holding her increasingly hot cheeks into the bed.