Fascinated

"It's really rare." Peter said with a smile.

"What?" Joshua raised his head and looked away from the sandwiches on the shelf, glanced at his friend who was drinking juice, and raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

Peter licked the water stains on the corners of his lips, slowly closed the lid and said, "This is the first time I see you and Draco acting separately."

Joshua was stunned for a while and then laughed, "He went to the lecture, advanced financial analysis." He shrugged and made an expression of 'forgive me', "I don't want to fall asleep in class I was thrown out by the lecturer in embarrassment—" Joshua scratched his chin in embarrassment, "the second time."

Peter laughed loudly, then his eyes fell on Joshua's vibrating cell phone, he tilted his head and nodded outside, then went out to wait.

"Hi, Harry." Joshua turned around and picked up a bottle of milk and asked casually, "What's the matter?"

Harry, who had just landed, looked away from the tall man who was striding ahead, and said in a low voice, "Joshua, the godfather returned to London yesterday." He seemed to have noticed something, and glanced at Feng Yilie again. The man who turned his face halfway, hooked the corners of his lips in a friendly way—even though he wanted to kick this obstructive partner back to the UK—"He has been to St. Mungo, and he wants me to transfer the fee to you."

"No." Joshua refused with some embarrassment—after all, he and Draco took advantage of this matter—and explained after a while, "The two couples are not ordinary people, yes As far as I'm concerned, they play a big role." Joshua didn't involve Draco, he coughed lightly, and after hearing Harry's promised response, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "You Arrived in New York?"

"That's right." Harry looked at the assistants of the British government commissioners solemnly, and nodded his head pretending to be profound, his lips behind his palms moved quickly, "The man sent by the British government is called Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes! Merlin! I can imagine with my toes that there must be many obstacles in this cross-border pursuit! Maybe we just arrived at the Congress site and we were kicked out because of his mouth!"

Joshua listened casually to his friend's complaints, and walked to the ice cream counter while nodding. A father and daughter were standing in front of the counter.

The daughter, who looked no more than six or seven years old, looked eagerly at the colorful ice cream balls, and then blinked a pair of Bambi-like eyes at her father.And the latter held his mouth shut, and asked as if he was about to cry at any time, "Haney, do you really want to eat?"

The little girl clenched the corner of her lower lip, and nodded slowly as she looked at the old father who looked like a day lily.

"But Hani," the old father squatted down, frowned and squeezed his mouth in a daze, squeezed out two tears from the corners of his eyes, and said heavily with a look of 'this is really the case', "the state law stipulates that every child You can only eat one ice cream. You have already eaten one, and Dad doesn’t want to go to prison to see you, and Dad wants to buy you a beautiful dress to wear.” The old father held his chest with his hands, as if he was about to faint, “ Hani, are you willing not to see your father?"

"Dad." The girl slowly showed a face about to cry, and then changed face under the expression of "I love you" on the old father's face, folded her hands on her chest and rolled her eyes unceremoniously , said in a crisp tone, "Mr. Scott, I am six and a half years old this year, and it is too casual to coax me with words from last year."

The old father froze there, then coughed in embarrassment, forcibly put on his father's majesty, and said, "Then Miss Casey, I tell you as a father—you can't eat anymore."

"Okay." The girl shrugged her shoulders with an attitude of "I can't help you, who made you my dad? Let's save face", and walked forward indifferently.

It was really gone without looking back, without any nostalgia.

Joshua, who stood on the sidelines and watched the audience, couldn't help laughing, and nodded to Mr. Scott, who didn't know how to put his hands and feet in embarrassment, to express his apology, then turned around and took the As the bag walked outside, it picked up Harry's words and said, "That Mr. Holmes is not such a person without emotional intelligence."

"Really?" Harry, who took a minute to describe this difficult colleague, was extremely skeptical.

"If he wants to get any useful clues from you, he can pretend to be like a noble prince. He can talk and laugh, and he can do anything." Joshua waved his hand at Peter, followed his footsteps and said, "I think, Maybe he can please everyone in Congress."

"Then let me look forward to a miracle." Harry rested his forehead with a headache and said moaningly, "I heard that Professor John would come along, but obviously, there was something awkward between the two of them." He sighed He breathed a sigh of relief, "I heard from the detective who sent Holmes to the airport that if John was there, this man's desire to perform and answer would be ten to the tenth power, and he would be dragged away before he opened his mouth to spoil the scenery. But Now... all I want is for him to stop talking."

Joshua shook his head with a smile, chatted with him for a few more words, and had to hang up the phone because Harry was going to get on the official car.

"Is there still 10 minutes left in the game?" Joshua glanced at the time, took back his phone, quickly caught up with Peter, and asked curiously at the 'otaku' who was carrying a large box of mineral water, "I didn't expect You actually know someone from the basketball team, or from the college next door."

Peter chuckled, and reached out to grab the bag from Joshua's hand, but was rejected and said slowly, "Liz was a volunteer in that gymnasium for a while before, so I often..." He tilted his head Head, "I used various identities to work part-time to clean the gymnasium. There are many times, and I will occasionally chat with the forwards who often go there." Peter scratched the back of his head, "That is a very nice person, and our school The ones... well, they can't be compared."

"Liz," Joshua frowned, "is there still contact with you?"

Peter's expression obviously did not fall, he was silent for a while and shook his head and said, "No." But he quickly smiled again, "However, I think with her personality, she can live well anywhere, and I trust her."

Joshua patted his arm comfortingly, and walked into the bustling basketball court together—

"What did you say?" The friendly match in the stadium has reached a fever pitch, and even Joshua, who doesn't watch the game very much, has been aroused to be competitive.He stood in a secluded corner, answered the phone impatiently, looked frequently into the hall, and asked loudly, "Who are you?"

"Mr. Joshua?" A hoarse voice sounded from behind, and there was a gust of wind at any time, "We would like to treat you to a cup of tea."

When his vision went dark, Joshua lost all consciousness...

"He hasn't woken up yet?" The rough male voice rang vaguely in Joshua's ears, and then he kicked the chair under his buttocks vigorously with both feet, kicking him to the left and almost falling to the ground. But a pair of hands caught him just in time——

"What are you doing, Tiger?" Pushing Joshua to the right in a slightly delicate voice, he asked, "The higher ups didn't let us abuse him."

"Ha, Neil," said the first voice nonchalantly, "I don't."

"You beat his head out of blood!" Neil roughly touched Joshua's head—because of too much movement, the blood that had dried up on the side of his forehead began to ooze fresh—"I and Joshua You said it! Just stun him!" The exasperated man took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and brutally wiped off the fresh red color.

Tiger scratched his neck and retorted, "He's a wizard!"

"You almost turned him into a dead body!" Neil growled violently.He looked at the unmistakable Tiger covering his forehead with a headache, then straightened his dark blue suit, and didn't want to talk to this colleague with only limbs at all, "Where is that gentleman? He hasn't called yet." ?”

"You want it." A capable female voice sounded, followed by the sound of high-heeled shoes. After walking 21 steps, she stopped in front of Joshua's left, "That gentleman's phone number."

That Neil seemed to be relieved, and the greeting he greeted the other party was full of smiles.There was also the sound of leather shoes, which gradually receded, probably to the outside, and the pair of high-heeled shoes followed, and it seemed that only Tiger was left beside him—Joshua thought dizzily.

Joshua gritted his molars and closed his eyes tightly as his head was throbbing with pain. He opened them slowly after the dizziness passed—the cloth that bound his eyes should be silk of low count. It's very cheap, and you can grab a lot of it at the street stall.But judging from the smell of perfume on the two people just now, the kidnappers this time don't look like people who are short of money.

Perhaps it may also be because this has made a fortune several times, and now it's all squandered - Joshua thought calmly.In the current situation, it is obvious that the 'sir' asked them to tie him up.

It's nothing more than a threat to yourself or others.

Joshua didn't think he had anything worth noting, so he only had to threaten others.

Draco.

Joshua, with simple and rough thinking, looked at the two hazy figures standing at the gate—hoping that Draco's mouth would not make Peter jump off the building in shame.As he thought about it, he moved his wrist behind the back-cut and prayed for his friend.

After finishing the phone call, Neil came back, looked at Joshua whose arms were swaying slightly, and said sarcastically, "I advise you not to move around, it will be fine if you break your arm or lose your hand." He threatened He pinched Joshua's shoulders, "I heard that you are welcome at school because you are thin? Then if your beautiful hands become useless, it will make many people feel distressed, right?"

Do you remember the 'No Hostage Abuse' proclamation?Joshua's mouth twitched, and his shoulders relaxed.

If Joshua had to choose by himself, he thought that these hands must be the most favorite part of Draco's body - thin, slender, like hands carved from white jade, they would be held by Draco as treasures every time in the palm of your hand.He even suspected that Draco, who always kissed his palms devoutly before every 'breakup', might have secretly insured his paws with a huge amount of insurance.

Joshua, who was in a glove mood, clenched his fists nervously, and finally said the useless line amidst the other party's chuckle, "Who are you?"——This dialogue is really a waste of words .Joshua, who just wanted to slap everything away with a slap, asked patiently, "What do you want to do?"

Give you a chance.

If there is nothing shocking, I will put you guys who hindered me from watching the game, one by one, into the cement pit.