True Star Chapter 156, Volume 2 the Budding Talent, Chapter 28: The trap

True Star 《巨星 》 Ju Xing
True Star Chapter 156, Volume 2 the Budding Talent, Chapter 28: The trap

A lot of reasoning is what no one else can tell you, and Tang Feng doesn't think his words can do anything for Mr. Ginno, but at least it can make Mr. Ginno think carefully and get out of Fiennes' shadow as soon as possible, he knows that sooner or later, Ginno will put Fiennes in the past memories, only this time should be shorter.


He was willing to be friends with Mr. Ginno, and as for the rest, forget it.

"How come so few people have professed their love to me in a past life?" Tang Feng dressed himself in front of the mirror.

He has no role in these two days. He can have time to do some other things. Yesterday, Little Annie called him again and asked him to come to her house as a guest. Last time, he was frustrated because he had to sweep Fiennes' grave. If he refused this time, it would really hurt the little brown girl's heart. Tang Feng could not be cruel to the innocent and lovely child. Anyway, he just agreed to take two days off.

Annie's home was in Philadelphia, just a two-hour Feng ride from the apartment Tang Feng was in, and Tang Feng planned to go there today, spend the night at Annie's house, and return by Feng tomorrow morning.

"In a past life? It sounds as if you are not very popular, Lu Tian Chen's expression has made your heart blossom, my lack of love Tang Feng baobei’er. "The frivolous tone will not be able to be despised except for Charles, the man wearing a set of light gray casual clothes leaned against the door, and do not know when he came over.

Compared to Lu Tian Chen, Charles was the real big idler.

"Yeah, there weren't many people to see before I fell in the water." Getting dressed, Tang Feng walked over to his bed and put his watch on to check the time, eight-thirty in the morning, so he could be at Little Annie's house before the noon meal.

"Count on it or I've discovered your charm, baobei'er."

"Oh, thanks." Pulling out a box of exquisite desserts bought yesterday as an accompanying gift from the drawer, Tang Feng headed for the doorway, the latter taking his arm as he passed by Charles.

"I'm very fond of children." Charles smiled brightly, "Especially the cute little girl."

How could this look be so evil in Tang Feng's eyes?

"Scary weird uncle." Tang Feng shook his head to shake off Charles and went downstairs where Lu Tian Chen was sitting at the dining room table reading the newspaper and said, "I'm going to Little Annie's for two days, are you going?"




Charles, who followed behind, grinned coldly.

Lu Tian Chen emerged from behind the newspaper and coldly returned, "I hate children."

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"You really like little girls?" Lu Tian Chen sat on the couch, clutching his hands to his chest.

"No, I hate little kids." Charles sat next to Lu Tian Chen in the same position, and they both looked at Tang Feng, who was playing with Little Annie outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and played with each other's water guns. He really didn't understand the waywardness and stupidity. What fun is there for children? These four-to-five-year-olds are not only ignorant, but most of them are also turned into bad little devils under the pampering of their parents.

Lu Tian Chen didn't like children because he didn't have the patience to play with them or to communicate.

Charles didn't like small children because he found it annoying that they were noisy and noisy like a flock of sparrows that were jumping up and down.

So instead of looking at Annie, who looked like a little doll, their eyes stopped at Tang Feng, who had wet his hair from being shot by a water gun, and his shirt.

"I didn't think you'd come along, aren't you been having a drinking party the last two days?" Charles straightened his eyes next to his old friend.

"Don't you have business to talk about these two days too?" Lu Tian Chen's eyes momentarily moved from Tang Feng to Little Annie next to him, and he narrowed his eyes, "There's always something familiar about this little girl named Annie."

"She's your illegitimate daughter?" Charles couldn't care less about the ritzy joke.

"She's more like your child isn't she? Look at the hair of the scourge of the earth, it's exactly like you."

Outside the window, Tang Feng, who had been playing with Little Annie for a while with his pant leg rolled up, waved at the man who had been sitting in the house for two months, gesturing for Charles and Lu Tian Chen to come out and play together, the two men coincidentally waved their hands and shook their heads and smiled, indicating that they were better off sitting in the house.

If they weren't uneasy about Tang Feng, they wouldn't want to come here and play with some little kid.

Charles' cell phone suddenly rang and Lu Tian Chen looked over.

"Safety first." Charles smiled as he opened his phone and tapped on his email, and just as they had driven Feng to Little Annie's house, he jotted down the name of Annie's father and the address of the house, information that would help Charles investigate what exactly Little Annie's family was from.

What a beautiful professional habit, no matter where you are, to investigate the identity of a stranger.

After a quick perusal of the contents of the email, Charles put his phone away without a care in the world and looked out the window at Little Annie, who was smiling happily, and said faintly, "No questions."

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The next morning, Tang Feng went back with Charles and Lu Tian Chen, and Little Annie was still waving to them at the door with her nanny in her arms.

Little Annie's "dad" was standing on the second-floor balcony, looking at Tang Feng and their car driving out of sight before turning to make a phone call.

"Boss, they're gone." The man muffled his voice.

Did you have a good time? On the other end of the phone came Albert's low voice, like a narrator's voice in a Shakespearean stage play, with a hint of pomp.




"Miss Annie and Mr. Tang Feng had a great time." The man told the truth, no matter how smart and witty children are, they are still children, and the nature of fun will not change.

[That's good.]

"Boss, that is the next action?" The man tried to ask.

No, that's fine for now. I want him to grow up with my mark on him, but I don't want to pick the fruit of his youth too early so Annie can keep in touch with Tang Feng.

"Yes, boss."

Lower his guard and take it slow, step by step, enjoy the pleasure that comes with hunting.

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Movie: Satan’s Alley

Act 43, daylight, town near church, outdoor gavel tapping, friar Tang

The friar and several companions from the monastery came together to purchase supplies at the Little Oh near the church, and since the items to be purchased were more cumbersome, they were each assigned their own task to purchase them separately.

When he was in his hometown, friar Tang always ate rice, and the old priest used to eat rice with him, but a couple of old priests would make his bread, and he loved the fluffy, soft and delicious food, but now he misses his rice.

Missing lots and lots of things, like people.

Chris had been gone for half a year, half a year in which he would have thought that the man with whom he had once had an intimate act had completely left his world if not for the occasional times that Chris had brought him.

Tang arrived at a flour shop where the owner now knew him and didn't have to compare notes and put words on paper like he did in the beginning, the owner had prepared the flour for him.

Tang paid for it, and together with the store employees he carried the flour to the wagon, and the whole church needed more than a small bag of flour.

He thought of Chris, the first time it was Chris who brought him to the town to buy supplies, he told him how to communicate with those bosses, how to tentatively drive the carriage, he suddenly began to miss Chris, with the departure of that nowadays young handsome blonde man, with the passage of time, he could not restrain himself more and more to miss him.

It was sin, but suddenly he didn't care. Every day was so boring that he felt he was about to be smothered.

"Hey, friar, let me do this heavy work, by God, your hands are more beautiful than those of Miss Andrew's. Friar, you are the first oriental in our part of the world, is it true to hear that all of you there can fly? Oh, God, friar, are all your girls there as smooth-skinned as you? 'They, they look so...' the flour shop man swallowed, his rough palms seemingly about to stroke towards the man.

"Tom! Do your job and leave the friar alone!" The boss shouted from inside, and Tom grinned and continued to put the bag of flour in the car.

Tang walked over to the carriage and stood watching, he didn't like this guy named Tom, and every time he'd come to buy flour in the month since Chris had left, this Tom would look at him with a look that made people dislike him, or purposely whisper something unpleasantly inferior in his ear after knowing he couldn't talk.

The people here are more godly and more vulgar than he thought they were.

Tom and Chris are compared like the difference between rain-soaked mud on the ground and white clouds in the sky.





He missed Chris more and more.

Chris, when exactly are you going to be back?

Chris, I already have the answer in my heart.



~ True Star ~



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