Doug responded promptly: "This has nothing to do with the police, it's just that I have a friend...a female friend who is very concerned about the relationship between these two people."
Female friends, care about the relationship between these two people...
Diesel sighed and said: "I think you should advise your friend to give up - they are a very loving couple."
Doug was stunned for a moment: "How do you say this?"
"I almost fell in love with that gentleman at first sight...let's not talk about it. Although I admit that his appearance is very attractive to me, it is the inner nature that he showed next that really shocked me."
"They said they met in prison..."
In prison?
Doug recalled that although this statement was not appropriate, the first time Doug saw the two of them at the same time was indeed in the interrogation room.
Just think of it as pretty much.
Diesel continued: "Then the two of them overcame difficulties and obstacles, ignored others' incomprehension, and stayed together without hesitation."
In fact, she couldn't remember which part was Franca's dictation and which part was the story in her head - the ratio of the two was about one to nine. In short, she spent a lot of time telling the story she had learned from both sides.
Emotions seen in people's actions.
She even said the tea was cold.
Doug was so stunned that she almost believed the story.
Suspects and captors, an interracial couple - and one of them a Sakaz.
I have to say that this kind of emotion is really shocking.
"Finally he said with a smile -" Diesel's emotion had reached its peak. She stood on the chair, waved her arms and said:
"Love is the attitude of one soul towards another soul!"
"Wow..." Doug clapped silently.
"They really... filled me with enthusiasm and inspiration." Diesel pushed up his non-existent glasses.
"So, I found that I had always overestimated the shock that the snowfields brought to me - I thought that only the magnificent natural scenery could bring me that kind of shock, but the facts proved that I was wrong."
"Things that shock people actually resonate with people - such as magnificent scenes, poignant love, and benevolent care - when people are in that environment and feel the coordination of strong emotions, the resonance generated,
That’s what I understand as inspiration.”
"As clothing, this resonance needs to be coordinated and transformed - I will no longer pursue the integration of clothing and nature as enthusiastically as before. I will design clothing with other themes to make these seemingly abrupt things resonate with people, so as to
Achieve the perfect design!”
"That's it - I'm going to get to work now."
It seemed that retelling the story made her very excited, her whole mood had been aroused, and she couldn't restrain her hands and started to create.
"Then I won't disturb you anymore... I wish you a Merry Christmas in advance."
Like saying goodbye to an old friend filled with passion for design, Doug left Diesel's office.
All the way to the door of Cambrian Clothing Store, there was a girl standing motionless.
That was Razer with an indifferent face.
"Okay?"
Doug took out the radio from his pocket, looking helpless.
"Don't let me do this kind of work next time...you should go in by yourself. I feel guilty for spying on my own friends."
"...Thank you, I won't do it next time."
Doug shrugged. Although Razer still looked depressed, the whole person's feeling was obviously different from before.
She seemed much calmer.
"What do you think?" Doug shrank his neck - he had just left the warm air-conditioned area, and the cold wind outside made it difficult for him to adapt.
Has the temperature dropped again? It feels like the white mist wrapped in my breath is more obvious.
"I don't think much about it...this is their freedom, isn't it?" Razer said calmly.
"And if they don't want me to know, I just pretend not to know until one day they decide to tell me."
Doug exclaimed in surprise - he didn't expect Razer to be so open-minded.
Only then, after understanding the subtleties hidden in Razer's tone, did he realize where his strange feeling towards the black steel sisters came from - they were not best friends. It was probably some other complicated emotion.
Doug thought for a while and decided not to continue the topic.
Who knows?
He looked up and saw people queuing up in front of the cake shop on the corner.
Why not buy a cake this year?
He grinned and said, "Do you want Christmas cake? Why not order one together?"
"Cake..." Razer thought for a long time, and it seemed that he had never heard Franka mention her favorite dessert. When they went on a mission, it was never the kind of job where they could have a leisurely afternoon tea.
Maybe it’s not bad to eat once?
"Wait until I ask her."
Razer took out his phone and sent a message to Franka.
"Want to have a Christmas cake? I'm going to order one."
Within half a minute, the reply arrived.
"Are you treating me to a treat? I'd like some matcha."
Then another additional message was sent——
"Buy a bigger one, maybe not just the two of us will eat it."
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After Franka returned home, she quickly entered the vacation state she had planned.
She took off her heavy clothes, put on a set of pajamas, turned on the heater, and turned on the TV - although she was not a person who loved TV shows, she enjoyed curling up on the sofa and playing with her tail.
The comfortable home environment was completely ready. Franka stretched out with satisfaction, and then reluctantly looked away from the sofa.
She still has some preparations to make.
Franka rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find out the gift wrapping paper and accessories she bought at some point, and started to wrap the clothes she bought today as Christmas gifts.
She cut off the marking plate first - she wasn't worried about the wrong size. If Razer's information wasn't false, then there should be no problem with this data.
As for the tail... Franka doesn't intend to do this job for Razer.
Received a beautifully wrapped but not quite ready Christmas gift?
This is also one of Franca's pranks.
While imagining Razer's expression when receiving the gift, Franka looked out the window casually.
Snowflakes were floating in the air.
She won't be cold...
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The official work lasted until evening. It was finally time to get off work - starting from today, Doug is on vacation.
Doug was walking alone on his way home from get off work, his steps a lot lighter than usual. The thought of being able to spend the holidays with his family this year made the smile on his lips even wider.
The cold wind blew with snowflakes, making him shiver. Although he had tightened the zipper, he still felt the discomfort of the cold wind from time to time.
I thought I could wear two less clothes because of my fur... Doug shook his head, looked at the slowly falling snowflakes, and said to himself:
"It's the white season again..."
PS: The last few days - still talking about rankings