The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Remember Quest ’s manor, in the outer circle of the West Manor, but now I ’m not talking about Quest, just use this guy for comparison. 『㈧Δ㈠』 中 Δ 文 文 WWWW.ん 8⒈Z. COM's quite sad comparison. The car that continued from Yuri Manor has already stopped at Qwest's manor.

Quest sullenly stood in front of his manor ’s gate, pointing to a group of teenagers in the direction of Yuri ’s manor, “Do you not understand the house number! The party is over there!”

Ok, the comparison is over, don't worry about this guy who is Yuri's neighbor but has not been invited, let's follow this group of teenagers ~

As they marched towards Yuri Manor—

"Damn it, it's like a labyrinth! Yuri should get a car to pick us up!"

"Don't ask so much! This is probably the only time we have attended such a party in my life! I think I just saw Mrs. Patton walking by ..."

"Don't ... I hate any parties where adults exist, not to mention parties with a bunch of old ladies ..."

"Uh, that's Mrs. Patton! Not an old lady! A little respect, OK! *! Reporter!"

"Oh my god! Is that the red carpet? Are we going to pass? They are taking pictures and interviews! Oh my god! It's like the pictures in the newspaper come alive. Will we be in the newspaper tomorrow?"

"My stomach hurts ... I don't think I'm suitable for this occasion ... Does anyone want to leave ..."

"Stay away from me! Please don't spit it out! This is my mother's dress!"

"Relax! Uh, no one will vomit! This is just a party! We have attended countless things! No big deal! All I care about is whether there is food at this party! Yuri's invitation says not to have breakfast! Brunch will be served! Which guy can tell me now, what the **** is brunch! "

"Hey ... does anyone have free pockets? Uh, I stole a bottle of whiskey ... now it doesn't look like a good idea ... I can't put the bottle on the red carpet ..."

A butler-like guy stopped the group of teenagers, and thankfully, before this group of people walked onto the red carpet, "Ladies and gentlemen, are you Master Yuri's guests?"

"Did he just say 'Master Yuri'?"

"I think so."

"Be quiet! He can hear you!"

"Hey! Don't push me!"

"I don't! The people behind are pushing me! Uh, are those reporters crazy!"

"Guys ... everyone! Look over there! The reporters are all over to the new arrivals!"

But the people like the butler kept smiling and saluted such a mess of teenagers, "Master Yuri is in the atrium, please go from here."

"Finally! Food! Let's go!"

"Uh wait, I want to see what this group of reporters are so excited about ..."

"My Lord! I saw the goddess!"

"Uh ... the mother is your goddess, the boys are pigs!"

"Hey! What are you talking about!"

"No! Wait! Look! It's really a goddess !!"

"Uh-well, I must admit that she is really beautiful!"

"I think her skin is shiny!"

"No! Uh, that's the flash of those reporters!"

"Who is that bad-looking man next to her ... why do I feel familiar?"

"Uh, I think, that's Mr. Bi Sharp ..."

"Everyone !!! Food !!!"

"Um, yeah, I'm hungry, how about you ..."

"Me too, let's go quickly ..."

From the main entrance of the Yuri Manor to the atrium, this group of people was actually quiet-the teenagers were still concerned about current affairs, especially when it was actually Patton ’s gossip. Now the gossip appeared in front of my eyes, and naturally remained quiet, but, ha, there was nothing to hide, a group of people walked while looking back at the pair of people surrounded by reporters on the red carpet. Well, let ’s be clear, it ’s Mr. Bi Sharp and his new fiancee, the charming demon Riley.

"Yuri!" I finally saw the host who invited the group, and a group of people rushed over eagerly.

When Yuri was surrounded by material and mentally hungry teenagers, we looked to the corner of the atrium.

Here stands an old woman who is completely opposite to the "Goddess" Riley-Mrs. Sheila.

Mrs. Sheila is covered in a black and white professional formal attire. One of her business is to organize banquets ~ don't forget. Mrs. Sheila held her cane, and the skin above the eagle's nose began to twitch. She turned her head irritably and turned to the waiter beside her.

"Huh? Boss? I'm just a bartender ..."

"You've been promoted!" Mrs. Shela whispered, "Go!" She flicked her hands and left the arrangement record, "Follow me! The brunch process is above! Don't ink!"

"..." After a momentary shock, "Thank you boss!"

Mrs. Sheila pouted, standing behind the bar. It is worth mentioning that this is a non-alcoholic bar, and the most exciting drink offered here is juice mixed milk ~

Mrs. Sheila was uncomfortable with her walking stick aside, took a cup for herself, and began pouring milk. The reason for the discomfort, you should be able to guess some, Sheila does not want to be in the same room with Riley.

"Nah (Hello)."

An awkward voice came from the side gallery of the atrium.

Mrs. Sheila raised her face in the cup, her round eyes skewed, and looked at the place where the voice was heard.

"puff!"

Mrs. Sheila panicly wiped off the milk stains on her mouth, dropped the cup, grabbed the rag under the bar, and started to wipe off the milky white on the counter ...

A bamboo pole-like figure walked down the side porch and came to the front of Mrs. Sheila. With a smile on her face, she pressed down Mrs. Sheila's hand with the wide palms, took over the rag, and took over the work of Mrs. Sheila, "Okay."

Mrs. Sheila was a little nervous. She looked at this unforgettable face she met once on Monday and pouted, "Are you trying to say 'hello' to me?"

"Hello, hello." Republican man like bamboo pole looked at Mrs. Sheila's mouth and said again, "Hello."

Mrs. Sheila opened her mouth, and her brain was short-circuited. "Hello."

"hehe Hello."

"Hello." Mrs. Sheila didn't know that she was just repeating each other's words, or what, but if everyone cares, Mrs. Sheila's shoulder, the starting point of the soaring hunchback, itching, remembering the one who is now wiping the bar in front of her Hands ...

"Hello there."

"Hello ..." The ending of the good word didn't end, a little inexplicable little irritability, "Uh, can you speak other federal words?"

"Hello there."

"Uh." Mrs. Sheila pouted, and continued to short-circuit.

"Mile!"

Mrs. Sheila ’s eyes were attracted by the voice of the teenager, which is considered professionalism, because this cry belongs to the master of this event-Master Yuri. Uh, we are not servants of Yuri Manor. We do n’t rely on Yuri ’s salary. Let ’s call it another name, Jimmy Yuri, Jimmy. Mrs. Sheila came to work in the seat, and should meet the requirements of the owner, Jimmy, Jimmy in the atrium.

"Mile! Why are you still here! You should go to the front hall!" The only impression we had was that he dumped Kepler's teenager on Noor Beach and turned away his peers around him and ran to this side . Look in the direction of his sight ...

Mrs. Sheila raised her eyebrows and looked at the bamboo man who was still cleaning the bar in front of her. "Mi, Maitreya? Are you called Maitreya?"

Zhu Gannan smiled and turned his head, "Well?" It seemed to be responding to Sheila's "Mile".

Anyone who underestimates the role of language in communication should look at Mrs. Sheila's face at this time, "Uh, you still can't understand what I said, right."

Zhu Gannan still smiled, keeping his head, "Hello?"

Seeing Jimmy running closer, Mrs. Sheila frowned and pointed at herself, "Sheila, Sheila-La-" and realized that her name was very unpleasant after being elongated, but Mrs. Sheila had no time to manage such small things. , "Me, Sheila."

Zhu Gannan seemed to understand this, with a smile on his face, "Hello, Sheila."

Mrs. Sheila's face did not know what psychology it was because of, and she also smiled. "Hello." The same did not know what psychology. She actually stretched out her hand, "Mile."

Facts have proved that Zhu Gannan understands this social ceremony, wiped his hands, took Mrs. Sheila's hand, and flicked it with a smile that needed Mrs. Sheila to look up.

"Huh!" Jimmy came over and only glanced at the hump-backed Mrs. Hilla, who had raised the back of her head, and took the hand of Maitreya. "Father taught you the social etiquette to use in the front hall! This old woman is just a Contractor! Ignore it! "

Mrs. Sheila's face changed in an instant, and her hands were pressed on the cane beside her. But after all, she just held it hard, and did nothing special. From a purely business point of view, Yuri ’s first large-scale event will invite her to do it, and Mrs. Sheila is a little touched.

But now I do n’t care about this time, but—

The smile on Maitre ’s face remained the same, looking at Jimmy, "&% ￥ # * && * ......"

Jimmy's face changed, and she suddenly glanced at Mrs. Sheila, as if instinctively, taking a trembling step back, and then began to cover up. Forcibly look away, tighten your body, take a deep breath, "& ￥ %% ￥ ......"

Mrs. Sheila's face has become very strange. How could Jimmy's poor cover-up be ignored, "What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing!" Jimmy didn't look at Mrs. Sheila at all. "Here, no one needs to watch here! You, you go to work elsewhere!"

Mrs. Sheila's hand holding the cane was harder, and she looked away at Maitreya, who still had a smile, and also looked at Mrs. Sheila. He raised his hand, and his fingers were moving through the zigzag line in a small range, as if he was drawing something, and there was a trace of doubt in his smile.

Mrs. Sheila frowned tightly and could only guess what the other person meant. "What do you want to say?" Mrs. Sheila pursed her lips and pulled out her palm, grasping the red rope hanging on the opposite Maitreya, "You are asking this What? "

The question on Maitreya's face disappeared, nodded, and looked at Jimmy, "& * ￥ a # ￥ ......"

Jimmy: "￥% ......"

"If you say something that I don't understand before me again, I promise, you will regret it, Jimmy Yuri." Mrs. Sheila's pointed nose pointed at Jimmy.

You can clearly see the shaking of Jimmy's chin, "I, I said nothing, Mai, Maitreya, you should go to the front hall, I just let him go to the front hall ..."

Why did Jimmy, who just didn't take Mrs. Shela seriously, want to explain for herself, or was she so obviously afraid?

Do not answer this question anymore.

Mrs. Sheila's hand holding the cane was tighter, as if she would swing it out at any time.

"A # Sheila, ¥ %% ..." Maitreya said, with a clear question tone, and the word "Sila" sandwiched in it.

"Uh ..." Jimmy's face was panic, "Tension is not Hilla, and kindness fills me. Uh, no, don't be nervous Hilla, I am friendly ... like this."

"Stopping the field, Sheila, I have an umbrella." Maitre said so.

Mrs. Sheila stared at Maitre's very sincere face. But the question is, if this is the first time a person has used a strange language to say something he has just learned, how do you judge how sincere he is? Understand, when you learn to ‘ha’ and use it all, are you really expressing okay?

Mrs. Sheila ’s mind began to be confused, and she turned her lips and turned directly to the other side of the buffet table that was being ‘attacked’ by the teenagers. This is also looking for a place to vent your emotions, because there are already here-

"Who is that ugly old woman? Why did Yuri talk to her?"

"Uh, what a servant of work, who cares about him, but who is that man? Maitreya? What the hell's name."

"Miller."

"Miller is a fart, can't you see that it is a Republican!"

"Hush! The ugly woman is coming!"

"Why! We didn't talk about her! Just look at what she wears, just be a servant! What do she do! Exactly, this prawn class is like, let her serve another dish ..."

Black gold's walking stick pierced directly into a teenager's unusually raised **** pocket.

At the same time as the sound of glass breaking, the moment the brown liquid collapsed wet the poor guy's pants.

"Mr. Jimmy Yuri!" Mrs. Sheila stood with her cane in front of a teenager who was feeling the coldness of her lower body, staring at the surprised young faces, "I still need to check with you The contract? "Said this to Jimmy, shouting? Mrs. Sheila ’s voice can ensure that everyone in the atrium can hear, “I can only carry the materials I provide for the activities I undertake! Any takeaways, food! Drinks! Recreational goods! All ...”

Mrs. Sheila raised her eyebrows, looked at someone at the end of the table, stepped up again, and walked over, "Have you seen this gentleman?"

"No, no ..."

The end of Mrs. Sheila's cane was lifted and directly pressed against the other person's chin. Look carefully. There was a dark red under the chin of this young man, which perfectly fits the outline of Mrs. Sheila's cane.

Mrs. Sheila raised her eyebrows. "No, did you." She turned and looked at Jimmy. "Is this your friend, Mr. Jimmy Yuri."

"Uh, yes, yes, don't ..."

"I see Smith's name on the invitation list. Is he here?" Mrs. Sheila didn't care about Jimmy.

"No……"

"Really. You are lucky, young man." (To be continued.)