Chapter 1402

Gordon gritted his teeth angrily and clenched his fists.

Upon hearing this, the subordinate flinched and replied, "Okay, this subordinate will go back and continue looking."

At night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the mist is lingering.

Babo couldn't sleep, so he got up and left the room.

During the day, with the presence of the clown, her gloomy life seemed to shine a ray of light, dispelling the gloom in her heart.

But when night came and the surroundings became quiet, the great loneliness and pain quickly eroded her, making it difficult for her to fall asleep.

She went out of the bedroom and wanted to go to the refrigerator to get some ice water to drink, but by coincidence, she ran into the clown who was not asleep and was tinkering with something in the kitchen.

Barber walked over and saw him in his bright daytime suit, and couldn't help calling him, "Joker?"

The clown turned his head and saw Babo appear, obviously flustered.

Babo walked over, looked at the makeup on his face, and couldn't help wondering: "You don't take off your makeup at night, do you?"

The clown took out a note and replied, "Princess, just take the clown's face as my face. I'm used to this look."

Babo didn't say anything, but he felt a little sad in his heart.

She asked him, "Then what are you doing here at night?"

The clown was very embarrassed.

He scratched his head, looked at the sliced ​​meat and green onions on the stove, and wrote shyly: "I'm hungry, I want to get some supper."

"Oh...didn't you have enough to eat during the day?" Babo smiled faintly.

The clown nodded: "I have a big appetite, and the dinner prepared by the people here is not enough for me."

Babo couldn't help laughing, "Then tell me! If you don't tell me, who knows that you don't have enough to eat! What a fool!"

When the clown was told, he became more and more embarrassed, and lowered his head slightly.

Babo said: "Or, just share half of my meal with you in the future."

The clown was taken aback for a moment, and quickly waved his hand to refuse.

Babo sighed: "Hey, it's nothing. Anyway, I can't eat much. It's a waste to pour it out. I might as well give it to you. The food those people prepared for me is not bad, and there is a lot of meat in every meal."

Hearing this, the clown hesitated for a moment, and finally wrote on the note: "Thank you princess."

Babo nodded indifferently, then looked at the stove and asked, "What are you going to do?"

The clown wrote: "I'm going to cook some pasta, would the princess want some?"

Barbour looked at the Joker suspiciously.

A big man, is the boiled noodles delicious?

But for some reason, seeing the neatly cut vegetables of various colors on his chopping board, as well as some sliced ​​meat and diced green onions, Babo intuited that the taste of the cooked noodles should not be too bad.

So he said: "Okay, then you can cook a little less for me."

The clown was overjoyed, and immediately put away the sticky notes and started cooking noodles.

Bab went to the table and waited.

Looking at the busy figure of that person under the light of the kitchen, Babo unknowingly overlapped him with another figure.

Apart from the huge difference in their dressing styles, the two of them are so similar in their body shape and movements.

But Babo knew that the person in front of him was not him.

He had already left her, and would probably never see her again.

Sadness welled up in Babo's heart again, and he felt sick all over.

Until the clown cooked his noodles and served them on the table.

The clown wrote on the post-it note: "Don't be disgusted if the cooking is not good."

(End of this chapter)

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