Chapter 31

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A week later, something important happened, which really embarrassed Fred.

There is nothing to mention before. The days are as plain as every day and night in the past. The only thing that makes Fred dissatisfied is that the annoying Pierre sends Dorothy home almost every day. Of course, the word "disgustful" was added by himself. For Raphael, He still quite welcomes Pierre.

At night, Raphael will happily tell Fred about these things about Pierre, which will only make Fred's face worse and worse. I believe Raphael is very happy to see his reaction.

"What's wrong with you, Fred, why are you looking at me like this?" Rafael wiped the plate with a rag, and his black eyes looked at him with a smile.

"How I want to hit you on the head with a wine bottle, dear Raphael." Fred's gritting teeth made Rafael smile happily for a while: "Hey, Fred, why are you so disgusted with Pierre?"

Good friends for so many years, even if Fred doesn't speak, Raphael can guess a rough idea, which is much more magical than Fred's mind reading.

But Fred seemed to be avoiding something. He put down the wine bottle and walked out in a hurry: "It's so stuffy in the room today. I'm going out to get some air. That's it, so please, Raphael, help me."

"Okay, okay, you go out. I'll take care of the things in the bar." Raphael waved his hand to him with a smile and watched him walk out of the bar.

Doesn't he understand Fred's little thought? But there will be no result, will there? Just like Raphael and Dorothy, either she died or he was injured, and there was no good ending in the end. Raphael sighed gently and wiped the plate attentively.

The moon outside is bright and the temperature is moderate, but it will not make people hot and sweat. Pierre nervously walked to the window of Dorothy's bedroom and summoned up the courage to shout, "Doros!"

After a while, the window was opened with a "bang". Dorothy's bright red head came out of the window. Seeing that it was Pierre, he asked him doubtfully, "It's you, Pierre, it's so late. What's the matter with you?"

"Actually... there's nothing wrong." Pierre scratched his hair with embarrassment, "Can you come out?"

Dorothy squeezed her mouth, thought for a moment, and then nodded: "No problem, wait for me."

Although the waiting time is not long, it is like a century for Pierre, and Dorothy who runs out only wears a nightdress? Pierre was even more embarrassed: "Did I disturb your sleep?"

"No, Pierre, what's the matter with you?" Dorothy obviously told an unwise lie. She yawned inappropriately and quickly lowered her head in embarrassment.

Seeing that she was so sleepy, Pierre stammered and retreated: "Then... then forget it. I'll talk about it tomorrow!"

Let's talk about it tomorrow. Let's talk about it tomorrow. What a gentle person! Fred, who is sitting on the branch, really hates being able to unscrew Pierre's head! How can such a guy deserve the love of Dorothy? He can't even protect Dorothy at all! Fred was so angry that he suddenly jumped off the tree, which scared Dorothy and Pierre.

"Fred, why are you here?" Dorothy was very surprised. First, Pierre came to find herself for no reason, and then Fred, who actually climbed to the tree! What does he want to do?

"What's the matter? Can't I be here?" Fred obviously misunderstood Dorothy's words and frowned his eyebrows. "Did I disturb your date with your little lover? I'm really sorry about that!"

Dorothy was very unhappy to be said by Fred's strange tone. She inserted her slender waist and shouted unconvincedly, "Fred! What are you talking about! Pierre is just my classmate! Classmate, do you understand?

"Me? Of course I understand, honey." Fred smiled sarcastically, "You're just classmates, aren't you? Can classmates also kiss so intimately?

He almost roared at the last sentence. Pierre and Dorothy were scared. Two pairs of shining eyes looked at Fred in a daze, but after a while, clear tears flowed out of Dorothy's eyes.

She cried out, "Fred! I hate you the most!"

After saying that, she turned around and ran back to the bar, with a crying voice that was not big but just enough for Fred and Pierre to hear, and pulled the hearts of the two people, which was painful and painful.

"Hey! What are you still doing here! Go home and go to bed!" Fred really hates this kid. Every time something unpleasant happens to him and Dorothy, it's because of this kid. Is he Fred's moldy star? What the hell!

"Uncle!" Pierre shouted at Fred's back as he ran into the bar.

Fred almost fell off a dog and ate shit. Please, is he that old? He turned around depressedly and shouted at Pierre in a very bad tone, "What's going on! Why are you still here? What's the matter?"

Pierre was a little afraid of the fierce Fred. He swallowed his saliva and let out a "do-dong" sound: "Is there anything wrong with Dorothy?"

"It's not all because of you!" Fred stared into his eyes and thought about it. Isn't it too naive to have the same knowledge as a child? So he waved his hand impatiently, "Okay, okay, go quickly!"

Pierre left uneasly.

After solving one, Fred couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, turned around and ran into the bar? Go straight to Dorothy's bedroom. He wanted to open the door and go in, but when he thought of Raphael's man with a lot of dogma, Dorothy also paid great attention to etiquette and upbringing those little ladies, Fred really didn't know whether he should thank him or beat him.

He took a deep breath, calmed down his impatient breathing and rioting heart, raised his hand and knocked on the door gently.

"Who?" Dorothy sucked her nose and wiped her tears clean by the way.

Fred tried to answer her peacefully, "It's me, Fred."

"I'm already asleep!" As soon as she heard that it was Fred, Dorothy immediately turned her tone into anger.

"Open the door. I want to have a good talk with you." Fred is still struggling to put up with himself. He already has the impulse to tear down this broken door.

"We have nothing to talk about!" Dorothy shouted angrily, and tears flowed out again. Salty tears flowed into her mouth, making her cry even more sad.

"Please, Dorothy!" Fred still couldn't help hammering the door with his fist and immediately let out a muffled sound.

Dorothy suddenly opened the door. Fred hurried back a few steps and smiled at her with some embarrassment: "Hey, Dorothy..."

"Speaking, Fred, what's the matter with you? I have to go to bed. Please don't waste my time!" Dorothy hugged her shoulder and glanced at Fred coldly. Her angry cheeks were bulging.

Fred patted his forehead: "My God, Dorothy! I've never heard you say this when you talked to Pierre!"

Dorothy said angrily, "It's my freedom to say anything!"

Fred was also angry: "Well, you mean, your business has nothing to do with me in the future, right?"

"There is nothing wrong!" Dorothy put down her hands, clenched them into fists, and roared at Fred with tears.

At that moment, not only Fred couldn't say a word, but also Dorothy regretted saying such heartbreaking words.

She squeezed her mouth and returned to the bedroom with a flushed face. She closed the door with a bang.