The guests had all left, and Sterling had probably slept in another dimension.
The well-lit living room smelled of wine, sweet and sour. Casper turned off the air conditioner, opened the window, and used the new coffee machine to make a cup of espresso. The heavy aroma steamed from the corner of the table.
Elliot was blown by the warm summer wind and was speechless for a moment. Then he shook off the water drops on his hand, pressed his forehead with the heel of his cold palm, and sighed helplessly: "Young man, can you To put it mildly? The red scarf teaches us to do good deeds without leaving a name. If you expose it like this, what’s the beauty in it? "
Casper didn't say anything, his whole person seemed to have frozen, and his "pretense" was almost fake.
Elliot looked at him and suddenly realized that he was not the only one who was embarrassed - with Mr. Fei's photographic memory, he must still remember him holding an old PSP and swaggeringly playing games in the city bureau while making sarcastic remarks. The scene where the ground was trying to be clever with himself.
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