Anaya is a very sensible girl.
Thinking twice, he told Marcel, “It depends on what kind of lie it is, and if it’s unforgivable, of course I can’t stand it.”
Of course, the lie of good intentions, is the appropriate choice to forgive.
Marcel thought in his mind, this matter is afraid that it is not connected with good faith lies.
“So you lied to me?” Anaya asked.
Marcel denied it, “No, I didn’t.”
You can’t admit it, at least not yet.
He and Anaya’s relationship is not yet good enough to that extent, afraid that if he said he was defensive of Anaya from the beginning, Anaya would get angry and leave.
“I’ll tell you when I’m ready.” Marcel said.
Without waiting for Anaya to ask further questions, he digressed, “My cousin asked me to run some errands at the hospital, so I’ll drop you off at the studio and then head over.”
Anaya refused, “You go to the hospital first, walk to the front where you can get a taxi and just drop me off.”
“Okay.” Marcel agreed.
Just as well he was worried that Anaya would continue to pursue this issue while driving.
The two men drove and left the neighborhood directly.
Only Ali was left standing in the cold wind, his face twisted with rage.
Not willing, she is really very unhappy.
Why does this Anaya get to be loved by Marcel?
She’s the one who should be Mrs. Pearson!
But it’s no use just whining, no one cares about her at all.
After Ali muttered, he turned around and prepared to leave.
Just turn around, you will see a huge swath of people, looking extraordinarily intimidating.
And these people also dressed very rustic, a look is the countryside.
Ali is not pampered, but at least it is a dance company, very arrogant, especially hate this kind of hick.
Immediately to leave.
Who knows but was stopped by one of them, “Hey, do you live here, does Anaya live here?”
Anaya?
Ali’s eyes were instantly suspicious, “Who are you guys?”
The man immediately craned his neck, “I’m Anaya’s father!”
As for those people around, they don’t need to be introduced, just by looking at their faces, they know that they are Anaya’s relatives.
Ali recalls that the reason why Anaya flashed her marriage to Marcel at that time was because her family forced her to marry an old man.
Right now these relatives are running over and are definitely ready to settle scores with Anaya.
Anaya is not likely to be screwed.
Ali almost burst out laughing when she thought about it.
“I’m talking to you, does Anaya live in this neighborhood!” Without waiting for an answer, Malick asked again.
“Son, why are you bothering with her? Let’s go door to door and knock on doors, we can definitely find her, and this way we can catch her off guard and kill her directly inside the house!” The old lady in the wheelchair said.
Malick brightened up, “Yeah mom, why didn’t I think of that, just do what you said, then I’ll push you in now and we’ll start knocking on the door from unit one.”
After saying that he did not ask Ali, he turned around and prepared to leave.
Ali hurriedly called out to them, “You guys are going to knock on the door like this, I don’t know how long it’s going to take, and she just went out, this will only alert the snake.”
“So who are you?” Malick’s eyes fell back on Ali again, “From what you’re saying, you know Anaya?”
“Of course we know each other, we are good friends, aren’t you Anaya’s relatives, come on, I’ll treat you to dinner, come back afterwards and wait.” Ali was very generous and generous.
The crowd glanced at each other and smiles swept directly to the corners of their mouths.
A group of them arrived at Capital in a blaze of glory and indeed hadn’t even eaten breakfast yet.
Now that someone is treating you, what are you waiting for?
Of course, we have to have a good meal!
Following Ali, the group trooped off to a nearby breakfast restaurant.
The owner of the breakfast store was taken aback by the situation and thought it was someone who had come to make trouble.
It was a relief to learn that they had come for breakfast.
But only for a moment, because the sight of the group’s meal, directly to stunned.
They have never eaten in eight lifetimes, more than twenty small dumplings, in the blink of an eye, all into the stomach.
“Any more buns, give me some more.” Malick said.
The breakfast store owner is a little embarrassed, “all sold out, now only left with beef noodles.”
“How dare you open a breakfast restaurant with such a small amount of buns, close down before it’s too late!” Malick muttered very dissatisfied.
The old lady next to him tugged him, “Beef noodles on beef noodles, it’s better than being hungry.”
“Okay, ten bowls of beef noodles, a little more beef, a little less noodles!”