After hearing his question, the two female tenants looked at each other and looked at each other, but no one answered.
So Richard's eyes fell on Jessica first.
He didn't ask directly, he just patted his head and said, "Hey Jesse, what is that... My memory is not very good recently, but do you have a manuscript that you are still holding back on? Isn't it about time you showed it to me?"
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Jessica was shocked and her expression was a little stiff: "Boss, you know... you are threatening..."
"What did you say?"
"...It's nothing." Jessica whispered, "I said boss, you are so handsome."
"I just like to hear the truth." Richard nodded slightly, but before Jessica could relax, he changed the subject again, "But you haven't answered my question yet."
Jessica was helpless: "It's nothing, boss, really. You believe me."
Richard looked at her sideways.
Hey, do you believe this?
Seeing that his teammates seemed to be unable to bear it, Gwen also spoke out at this time: "Boss, we really have nothing. Although Jesse is not very reliable, he often talks bad about you behind your back, and often slacks off and skips work when you are not around.
, but this time she told the truth..."
Jessica's eyelids twitched and she glared at her viciously.
Just speak for me. What does such a long prefix mean?
I never noticed it before. It turns out that you girl looks honest and well-behaved, but actually the inside of the golden retriever is black when you cut it open! Are you trying to trick me so that you can monopolize the boss...'s house?
Richard said "Huh" and looked at Gwen a little strangely.
Gwen actually spoke for Jessica. Since when did these two girls start venting their anger through the same nostril? What happened when I was not at home?
Forget it, he was not that boring anyway and had to break the casserole to ask the truth. Since they didn't want to say it, he didn't force it. Anyway, it was probably a little secret between the two girls, and it was no big deal.
He never expected that he would know the little secret of the two girls the next day. What was even more unexpected was that he was actually the protagonist of the matter.
At dinner the next day, the two girls brought a large round box covered with a piece of cloth to the table. Jessica stretched out her hand to lift the cloth, and Gwen opened the lid. Inside was a huge birthday cake.
cake.
Richard was stunned.
To be fair, this cake actually looks quite ugly. The buttercream is not spread evenly, the fruits are not neatly decorated, the letters "Happy Birthday" on it are also crookedly written, and there are even two slices missing from the top.
Raw tomatoes put people off at first sight…
But what is visible to the naked eye is that this cake was not customized outside, but made by two girls who put their efforts into it.
Then Richard suddenly remembered that today was technically his birthday.
In fact, after time traveling, he no longer cared about birthdays. After all, he came to this foreign land all alone, and there was no one to celebrate with him. It was lonely to celebrate a birthday alone, so it was just a birthday.
To him, it is just a number written in a file, and it will be forgotten over time.
He really didn't expect that in this world of time and space, there would be people who would remember his birthday.
He glanced at the two girls in front of him, one large and one young, and chuckled involuntarily.
These two girls...
To be honest, this feels pretty good.
It feels like home.
Richard touched his nose: "It's a shame you guys still know my birthday..."
"Of course." Jessica puffed up her magnificent breasts, feeling a little proud, "I'm a professional."
Gwen whispered: "Actually, it was clearly reminded by Twitter..."
Jessica's face darkened: "No one will think you are mute if you don't speak. Can't you just be a quiet insect on the side occasionally?"
Gwen argued: "Spiders are arthropods, not insects. I learned it in junior high school biology..."
Jessica chuckled. Why did you say it so cryptically? Didn't it mean that I didn't pay attention in junior high school?
Then let me tell you, sister, I haven’t listened to lectures since elementary school...
"You two are really thoughtful." Richard smiled and said seriously, "Thank you."
Gwen waved her hand: "No. Mr. Li, you really take care of us. We are all grateful, but we have been unable to do anything. This is the least we can do..."
Jessica murmured in a low voice: "Yeah, I just tend to be partial. I can't walk when I see an underage girl..."
Richard smiled: "What did you say?"
Jessica immediately put on a sweet and moving smile: "I say boss, you are so kind. You are the most fair and upright person I have ever seen."
Richard nodded again.
This girl is obviously not ignorant. She just doesn't know why she always likes to test like crazy on the edge of salary deduction. Is it for the pursuit of excitement?
Richard glanced at the colorful and messily painted cake in front of him. Although he was very touched by the two girls' thoughts, this one really didn't whet his appetite...
"Well, since it's my birthday, can I make a small request?"
Gwen and Jessica looked at each other.
"What?"
"It's just this cake...can I not eat it..."
Gwen: "..."
Jessica: "..."
Well, of course it's just talk. After all, the two girls have been working hard for several days, so they still have to give this little face.
Don't tell me, although this cake is not very attractive, it actually tastes pretty good. At least Richard doesn't feel dissatisfied with it.
While the three of them were eating, the doorbell rang suddenly. Richard stood up to answer the door, and when he opened it, he found that the visitor outside was actually Murakami, one of the two remaining fingers of the Hand.
Murakami saluted very politely: "Hello, Mr. Li. I am taking the liberty of visiting you. I am not disturbing you, am I?"
Although I was surprised that this guy came to my door, the Shouhe has been very polite to them since the last time they dealt with them, and even occasionally helped their newspaper reporters when they encountered some minor troubles in the investigation.
and so on. Although those are insignificant little favors to the opponent association, they still show their friendly attitude.
So Richard let him in politely, and then returned to the dining table.
"Who is it?" Jessica asked with a mouth full of cream.
"Just a friend." Richard pointed to the sand casually, "Sit down."
Murakami smiled and waved his hand: "No need, I can just stand."
"That's okay."
So Richard went to the dining table and sat down by himself, leaving Murakami standing aside and continuing to eat the cake: "Then stand still for a while, I will finish it soon."