The Secret Lover Strikes [Rebirth]

At night, the shop is beautifully lit.The gentle melody seems to soothe the mind.

Lime and lemon juice are added to the spirits, and the soothing sweetener is paired with light ginger ale. As soon as you drink it together, you will feel a sense of comfort that reaches the bottom of your heart.

No wonder how civilization has progressed, but the habit of drinking has been preserved to this day.

Willard sat at the bar, put down his empty glass, and signaled to his familiar boss to make another glass for him.

This is a drink shop for people to relax. During the day, it is a coffee shop for ladies to chat and gather. At night, it becomes a bar for men to relieve stress and emotions.

The owner of the bar has known Willard for four or five years, but the captain who occasionally sits down has already drank his fifth glass of wine today, which is really rare.

The empire has long stipulated that the wines on the market today are not allowed to add excessive amounts of ingredients that will paralyze the nerves, but are replaced by various reagents with the same taste. Four or five times the amount is nothing to ordinary people, but as a sentinel, the five senses are still It is easy to be influenced and lose judgment.

The boss was about to step forward to persuade him, when suddenly the door opened, and a man in a black coat pushed the door in, carrying a small box in his hand.

Seeing the visitor, the bar owner heaved a sigh of relief, smiled at him, and turned around to greet other guests.

The well-packed box was placed next to the empty wine glass. Willard only glanced at it, then looked away, looked at the bottle of full-bodied spirits on the counter, and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Owen took off his pure black glasses, revealing a pair of worried eyes. Looking at Willard's obviously depressed mood, he said, "Boss, what happened?"

Willard didn't answer him, but turned to look at the boss on the other side of the bar, wanting to order another glass of wine.

Owen immediately stopped his raised arm, gestured to the boss, sat down, frowned and pondered for a while before saying, "Drink less wine."

Glancing at the box between the two, Owen asked tentatively, "Is it because, Roy?"

Owen was taken aback when he received a call from the boss early this morning. The boss sacrificed his sleep to call himself at such a rare time, saying that the alliance planned to blow up Khafari in an urgent military situation, and Owen could believe it.

But the fact is that the boss just asked him to find high-efficiency nutritional supplements suitable for minors.

To be honest, if the head's face was not clearly printed on the optical brain image, and the communication channel was an encrypted channel of the military, he would have thought it was a new marketing method by the nutritional supplement manufacturer.

Willard didn't speak, but Owen, who knew him very well, could make a rough guess.

"Roy is a good boy, considerate and considerate. But his upbringing determines that his heart is also sensitive. And you, the boss..." Owen wanted to say that you have always been very nervous about this aspect. , After thinking for a while, he changed his mind and said, "You can't cover everything. You just lived together, so it will inevitably take a while to get used to it."

Looking at Willard's untouched face, knowing that he missed the point, Owen secretly sighed, thinking, it really is what he thought.

He took the initiative to ask the boss for two glasses of spirits, and when the wine was ready, he pushed one of the glasses in front of Willard, and then slowly said: "Boss, it has been so many years since that incident, there is no need for you Falling into self-blame again.”

Willard raised his hand to stop his words, raised his glass and took a sip of wine, with a low voice: "Owen, sometimes I think that a private thought of mine ten years ago not only completely ruined my life, but also changed my life. the fate and lives of many."

The transparent wine glass reflects the luster of the golden liquid, as if the old things that have been settled for many years have been repainted with a bitter color.

"It's like Roy. He just spent a day happily playing in the amusement park with his parents. If it weren't for me, he wouldn't have become an orphan. He has suffered many unknown sufferings for ten years..."

Willard's calm analysis and speculation made Owen, who was about to speak, take back what he wanted to say.

The Happy Valley incident that year was a premeditated plan by the alliance. If it weren't for the leader who happened to patrol here at that time, I'm afraid there would be more casualties. The empire doesn't know how many star fields will become the territory of the alliance.

Although no one accused the boss of going his own way at the time, and even the Empire awarded the boss who was seriously injured in the incident, the Happy Valley incident has been a thorn in the boss's heart for so many years.Owen knew that most of the reasons why their boss took Roy in was because of guilt in his heart. If Roy could loosen the thorn even a little bit, he would be happy to see it.

"Oh," Willard sighed, "if we didn't live together, I wouldn't know how distressed his understanding is."

Owen was silent. To be honest, it was a bit nasty to say this sentence from the stubble-faced boss, but the content of the words was also true.For so many days, everyone in Roy's Sensible and Special Affairs Department has seen it. From the beginning of secretly guarding to the present, Xiu and the others have completely let go of their guard and become one with him.

"Seeing his cautious look, I..."

Sadness, regret, self-blame, and the emotions mixed together for a moment made him unable to control his emotions.He was angry, but he was totally angry with himself.

What qualifications does he have to be the hero Roy admires?

It's the first time I've seen it fall into the boss I hate.Owen couldn't help but glanced a few more times until the wine glass was empty again.He said: "It's okay, boss. Take your time, there will be plenty of time in the future, and you can treat him as much as you want."

After expressing the depression in his heart, Willard's face finally turned cloudy. He breathed a long sigh of relief, nodded and said:

"Yes, I will also watch him take nutritional supplements in the future, otherwise that pretty little face will disappear if he loses weight." Willard said, patting a whole box of nutritional supplements.

pretty?

Owen raised his eyebrows in shock at the word that came out of Willard's mouth. He blinked and joked:

"Roy is thinner, but at most he can be considered handsome. Boss, you use the word beautiful, which really gives people goosebumps."

He laughed while talking, only to find that Willard was squinting at him sullenly.

Willard: "Owen, is there something wrong with your eyes? Do you want Carrot to check it for you?"

Owen's smile stopped abruptly. He put away his smiling face and frowned, "Boss, are you serious?"

As he spoke, he also carefully recalled Roy who always wore big glasses. The sentinel's vision was extraordinary. Owen was sure that he was not hindered by the glasses. But definitely not beautiful.

Willard stood up, lifted the nutrient box with one hand, pressed Owen's shoulder with the other, and replied, "Of course, it can't be true anymore."

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