Agent Fest

Chapter 212 Father, He's Busy

It was already 06:30 in the evening after Lance took Qing Ge and Myron to visit and explain the Sino-Foreign Exchange Center.

In the clean and spacious corridor, Lance glanced at his watch, looked at Qing Ge and asked, "Do you want to have dinner with your friends?"

Qing Ge shook her head, "She hasn't contacted me until now, she must have had a good time, let her play by herself, and I'll treat you to dinner."

"No, no, I should be the one to invite you." Myron quickly waved his hands, with a shy and awkward expression, "Mo, I just use this meal to express my gratitude to you."

Qing Ge smiled slightly.

Through an afternoon of contact, she has fully understood Myron's character.

He's just a handsome, shy, introverted mixed-race boy.

An Italian who speaks Chinese better than his mother tongue.

A poor child who can only suffer in silence when faced with bullying by his half-sister.

"Do you have money in your pocket to treat the two of us to dinner?" Qing Ge, who was usually indifferent, also joked.

For some unknown reason, Qing Ge felt an unreasonable sense of intimacy with this big mixed-race boy.

Staying by his side, Qing Ge's usually cold and uncommon aura has weakened a lot, and the smile on his face has become a little more sincere, which is the joy radiating from the bottom of his heart.

"Yes, I have money!" Myron blushed after being teased by Qing Ge, and hurriedly took out his wallet from his schoolbag and pulled out a bank card to prove that he was not lying.

"Although my brother and sister are not very friendly to me, my father has always been very kind to me, and never let me lack money." Myron explained as if he was afraid that Qing Ge and the others would misunderstand his father.

"How could you not discover Hathaway's bad behavior and put you in such a dire situation?" Lance sighed. He felt that Myron was too innocent.

"Being good to a person is not just about material satisfaction, but more importantly, spiritual care. Myron, I think your family must be very rich, and your father must be very busy. He rarely pays attention to your life on weekdays." Mood and thoughts, that's why this happened." Lance said in Chinese mixed with English.

Hearing this, Myron lowered his head a little lonely, "Yes, father is really too busy..."

Seeing that Mei Lun was in a bad mood, Qing Ge felt as if a needle had been pricked on the tip of his heart, and it felt a little numb and slightly painful.

"That's it, Myron treats us to a big meal! Well, I want to eat Italian food. I know there is a very authentic Italian restaurant in N City. I will take you there." Qing Ge changed the subject, intending to ease Myron's appetite. low mood.

"Eh? How do you know that there is no authentic Italian restaurant in City N? Even I don't know." Lance looked at Qing Ge in surprise.

"Lance, this is the first time I've seen a foreigner who talks so much like you." Qing Ge glanced at Lance, stretched out his hand and pulled Myron to the parking lot.

Myron stared at the slender hand holding her, but before she could react for a while, she was dragged away by Qing Ge in a daze.

Lance stopped where he was, chewing over and over the Chinese phrase that Qing Ge just said.

Did Mo Qingge say that he talked too much, or that he thought he was noisy?

He also said that he has never seen a foreigner who talks so much like him. Is this scolding him?
Thinking of this, Lance stepped on the ground and caught up with Qing Ge's back.

"Hey, Mo Qingge! Tell me clearly, what do you mean by 'I am such a talkative foreigner'? You are just bullying me for my bad Chinese, and scolding me around the corner, aren't you?"

(End of this chapter)