Chapter 1757 (1/2)

Luke scratched his head. Marguerite was a real widow. Natasha was not.

Besides, Natasha is not small

It can only be said that the new director of the tournament took office in the past two days, and he was a bit shocked at his work. When he heard anything, he would think of superheroes.

Luke, who was traveling alone, was too lazy to drive. He walked away from Nassau County and took a taxi to Queens.

When the appointed riverside Cafe under the North Bridge of Brooklyn Bridge was 20 meters away, Margaret stood up and waved to him happily.

In the afternoon, there are almost no poor people who can drink coffee under the bridge of this bustling metropolis.

But this little widow in a white dress and a wide brimmed sun hat, let a lot of people cast their eyes on her, both men and women.

If we say that Luke's casual work clothes are men, it is the goal that most wage earners can expect.

Margaret is the kind of person that Ms. petty bourgeoisie dreams of becoming.

It's not only because she's wearing luxury clothes, but also because of her distinctive temperament.

Of course, according to Luke, this is actually the dressing effect that a woman can achieve without considering money and work convenience.

Just say that hat. Who will wear it for office workers? There's no place to put it in the cell.

Unsurprisingly, when he came to Marguerite's side, a large number of men were looking at her with envy and jealousy.

After all, from the aspect of appearance, he looks like the little fresh meat of a rich lady.

Face handsome can not offset this kind of malicious speculation from the same kind, it will only make other men more firmly believe that ”this guy is cheating on his face.”.

In particular, Marguerite waved her little hand and smiled from the bottom of her heart. She was more like a dazed lady.

The reality is not the network novel, no brain deficient person suddenly jumps out to look for the existence feeling.

The men who had been interested in Marguerite had been talking to each other for a long time, and had undoubtedly failed.

Now these men can barely find a reason for themselves: when they meet a woman who only looks at her face, their failure is understandable.

Luke, accustomed to all kinds of eyes, walked up to Marguerite and motioned, ”change your seat.”

Marguerite said with a smile, ”ah?”

”It's convenient to talk, it's too close to other people,” Luke explained thoughtfully

Marguerite thought it was reasonable, nodded, picked up her bag and hat and left.

Luke can't laugh or cry: This It's so simple.

He raised his hand and called for the waiter beside him to explain the move to her. He asked for the order by the way.

Over there, Marguerite was at the edge. Turning around, she found that she had run away without calling Luke. She was at a loss for embarrassment.

Luke looked at her as if she had made a mistake. He was amused: ”what would you like to drink? I'll treat you this time. ”

Marguerite's mind slipped involuntarily to drink: ”that Fresh orange juice? ”

Luke gave a nod to the waiter, affirming it, adjusting the seat position, facing the bushes and sitting down first: ”sit down, Margaret.”

Marguerite quickly sat down, and then watched him for a moment without saying a word.

Luke had to ask the toddler, ”you said it's something to ask me, what's it?”

Marguerite thought of it. After a long time, Luke's joy disappeared quickly, and her face became gloomy: ”that It's about Harry. ”

Luke: Well, what happened to her

Under his guidance, Marguerite finally put forward her sister's story smoothly.

After hearing this, Luke took a sip of coffee and asked tentatively, ”are you sure that Harry is not too busy at work and neglecting to care for you, causing your illusion?”