Trafford’s Trading Club

Nanko dreams.

The sunshine was slightly pungent, and the curtains opened after the third child moved, reflecting the eyes of her daughter's little squeaky crystal. Turns out she's lying on her back, dragging her chin and looking at herself.

When Sanger woke up, she smiled sweetly. "Good morning, Mom! ”

She hasn't slept with her mother in a long time... probably since she started going to nursery? Mother said she wanted to meet independently.

Sanjie stretched her hand a little on her squeaky nose and thought it would be nice to start the new day with the first look at her daughter.

“Mom, what are you laughing at? ”

“What am I laughing at? ”

“You were laughing when you fell asleep. Oh, you had a good dream? ”

Sanjie remembers what happened in the second half of the night, and now she still thinks she's crazy... how can she be so proactive? Isn't that the same thing they say out there?

A guilty feeling, letting Sancho consciously get up, went to get dressed and said, "I'll cook for you. ”

“Oh, then I'll go play with Uncle Mark!” Little squeaky thought.

Sanger said softly: “He hasn't slept all night. Don't bother him. Come and cook with your mother. ”

When it was over, they held each other quietly for about a decade, and Mark returned silently to the yard.

It was not until dawn that Sancho heard some movement, thinking that he was probably back in his room.

The door of the other room opened just as he walked out with his little squeak, and Sanger saw Mark walking out with no expression.

They looked at each other.

“I'm going out to see what's going on. You guys stay home, you're not going anywhere. Don't do business today. ”

Sanjermo nodded his head, Mark didn't smile, and just like before... nothing happened.

I've heard that foreigners are very casual about those things and probably really don't care about them anymore.

Third Son inevitably remembers some nonsense... she can't help herself with these nonsense.

He would have said he would have left today. Sanger looked behind Mark's back and suddenly thought, maybe in a few days, he would still leave.

“Be careful out there! ”

Third Son's consciousness came out of his mouth and said to this shadow.

Markton didn't look back, just nodded and went out. Sanger still stared, feeling like something was missing.

Looking at Mom curiously, the first time she heard her mother's advice to Uncle Mark, she hipped and laughed: "Mom, you and Uncle Mark seem to be getting better. ”

This is a good little squeaky understanding, and Sancho hears a good smell, but it's another smell. She raised her hand with some shyness and stroked, “Go wash your face and brush your teeth and spank your ass! ”

“Wow!” The little squeaky ran away.

It's been a long time since Sancho woke up in the morning and saw such a lively little squeak.

……

At the same time, the distant Nero put down his telescope and reached out to Rochu, who stood beside him.

Lochu shook his head.

Nero shrugged: “Such good vision, it must be good for peeping. ”

Business is going on, and Nero says to invite him to a show she leads, but it's an old trick. But even if the mouth says it's old, the more exciting this tyrant lady is, she can't fake it.

“What a beautiful house.” Lochu is now measuring the buildings in this small town, a building in Jiangnan Water Township that is almost invisible to large cities.

It hasn't really been developed as a tourist attraction, and there's not much garbage on the road, so it's naturally cleaner.

“Unfortunately, the house is beautiful, and if the people who live in it don't feel well, it's useless.” Nero laughed. “You don't know that better than I do, do you? ”

The boss didn't respond.

Not surprisingly, Nero jumped onto the walls of his rooftop altar and sat down looking at it. "It's funny to say, if it's an aunt, an elderly man suddenly dies with only one child, everyone around her will always say that she is unfortunate and will be eager to help. But if you were a young woman, the situation would be different. There will be a lot of help, but there will be a lot of talk behind your back. ”

Nero gazed at Boss Luo and suddenly asked: “Same situation, but it's too old. Why is the result different? I'm talking about the same situation. ”

“What does Miss Nero want to say? ”

Nero shrugged again: "I just wanted to ask you, do you prefer that? You're not charging me, are you? This question.”

“Nor am I obliged to answer.” Lochu shook his head slightly.

Nero slapped his thigh at the moment and laughed: "Ah, yes, you can refuse to answer. I'm not really going to buy your answer anyway, haha. ”

So she stood up, stretched her lazy back, touched her stomach and said, "Well... do you want to have breakfast before it's officially started? I found a noodle shop. It's okay, I'll buy you one. ”

Boss Luo shook his head: “Thanks, someone's ready for me. Well, I'll see you later, Miss Nero. ”

“That's nice. That maid again, huh?” Nero didn't mind either. Instead, he said: “If I had such a perfect woman, I wouldn't want to let go... I'll see you later, boss. ”

More like a friend I've known for a long time.

Don't be afraid of clubs, don't be too vigilant, don't be presumptuous as soon as you show up, even plan to invite your boss for breakfast... maybe a lot of it is natural, but this is really the first Guest Rochu has ever met.

“Master, have you had a good time? ”

The maid who was preparing the meal saw the owner come back, took off her mask, smiled and asked curiously.

Lochu sat down and laughed: "Our Miss Nero just praised you. ”

“Thank you very much.” Unight nodded.

So the boss started eating at the behest of the maid.

……

Anyway, that's it, every day, neither one of these guys will get tired of it, it's like a mould printing, just forget about me, anyway, I just have to keep hanging here - from a new language of fried chicken hung from the ceiling already full of dust.

If this place isn't clean all the time, too many shadows wonder if they should have a web on them.

Get married! Bastard!!!

When will you put the old way down...

……

……

Cook was walking around town, and a lot of good people on the way dotted their fingers behind him, but with a strong heart, he had no reaction to that argument.

When he saw a police officer at the police station patrolling the street on his bike, he walked into an alley three steps and two, and began to figure out what was next.

When those guys left last night, they didn't have time to take their tools. Gasoline should be easy to get. As for the iron pry, it's brand new and has a label on it, like I just bought it.

There are only a few hardware stores in town, so it's not hard to find out. Buy four iron crows at once, and if it's still recent, the businessman should have an impression.

Cook is gradually getting a glimpse of what to do next.

“Do you want to buy something small? Big brother!”

Just walking out of the alley, a wife outside the alley with a stall shouted at Cook. Wife's eyes seemed a little bad, and when she saw clearly that it was a foreign minister, she immediately measured it curiously.

Cook glanced casually and left without stopping.

But just a few steps out, Cook stopped, turned around and walked back to his wife's stall, squatted down, and held a hairpin from the carpet, "How much is this? ”