Extra: Banquet Journey 5

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The lady who greeted the parents of the yachtsmen was finally silent and turned her head in surprise.

I saw her wearing a white dress, clinging to her body wetly.

The thick black hair was soaked into a lock of locks by the sea, and it was scattered and hung down, covering half of his face, but the exposed face was particularly white.

If this woman hadn't scolded as soon as she landed, Elena might have thought she had encountered some kind of supernatural event like a female ghost in the sea.

The female painter didn't know anyone, but Luke was too familiar with the unique rhythm and accent of G-class cake chef Max when he rapped. Anyone who has heard it will be impressed.

It was dark at this moment, and only a few dozen meters away from the beach were hazy landscape lights illuminated.

Max turned around and saw at first glance that it was two figures leaning against each other.

Margaret? Lying there, she was completely treated by Max as a piece of junk.

Max walked forward a few meters away, only to confirm that the two were a couple.

But as an old driver, she immediately noticed the subtleties of the two's posture: emmm~ this posture... the old lady seems to be very familiar.

Then, Margaret also woke up in a daze.

Hearing the voice, the cheap sister-in-law looked around blankly.

Seeing this, Max immediately had a "You're very good at juicy boy" expression on his face.

"wow~bro, you really know how to play." The baker, who would forget to release the accelerator once driving, subconsciously winked at Luke.

Luke didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Thank you for the praise. But are you sure this is what you need to care about now?"

"You're right, so can you lend me your phone?" The speeding female driver was stunned.

After she finished speaking, the tires in her mind drifted again unconsciously, and she raised her hands to make a resisting gesture: "Wait, let's talk first, just borrow the phone, and never pay for it."

Luke was speechless, and held Elena aside with both hands.

Max let out a soft whimper and seemed to raise his hands to cover his eyes in shock,

But those piercing eyes swept straight to Luke and Irina's next three-way through the gaping fingers.

Then, she murmured in surprise: "My mother guessed wrong? It's impossible."

Elena's little dress has been pulled back to her knees, and what she's wearing or not wearing can't prove anything.

But when Luke went to "fetch" picnic supplies, the set of T-shirt and shorts he put on was neatly dressed.

Based on Max's extensive "camping" experience, it is certain that the shorts are definitely not low enough to walk birds, and they are 100% in the correct position.

Luke faintly noticed the mental fluctuations in this guy's mind, but he was not surprised - after all, a female baker who doesn't drive is not a good Max.

He does not need to explain that the function of one-click changing of the storage space is so seamless.

Taking it out from the bag next to him, Luke took out Margaret's cell phone and threw it to Max.

In the past few years, he has used the nano inner armor to replace the function of the mobile phone, and he is too lazy to bring the mobile phone to act.

Then again, this is just a passing game.

Max answered the phone, and still stared at Luke for a few seconds with the expression "I don't believe I'm going to read it wrong".

Luke smiled in agreement.

He has used the cake chef's routine countless times, how could he be fooled by her.

Max finally gave up and continued to investigate the wheel marks, said thank you, and walked more than ten meters away to make a call.

The call was brief and ended in less than twenty seconds.

Max walked back to return the phone, and Margaret got up curiously. While taking back her phone, she handed over the large bath towel she covered: "Dry the sea water first, or you will catch a cold easily."

Max looked at this Margaret who was smiling at him with a strange expression: This guy... Why does he look a bit like Caroline? Well, it was Caroline, who was the first to apply for a job at a fast food restaurant.

Fortunately, the baker's heart has always been very broad, and she has no habit of hating the rich without saying a word, and she needs a bath towel.

The wind-drenched dress is only one of the reasons. More importantly, the white dress is very transparent after being soaked in water, and it feels more irritating than not wearing it.

Fortunately, this guy is two-for-one, so he shouldn't be madly pulling me to make a double-heart sandwich. The baker muttered in his heart, and on the surface he thanked Margaret and started talking to her.

There was no way, Luke was still hugging the female painter and whispering, and there was no such thing as Max's hypothetical madness.

What bothered her even more was that Luke, the man, only occasionally paid attention to the movements here.

On the contrary, the petite woman's eyes in his arms were like scanners, circling her "focus" curve.

Irina has been awake a lot in these few minutes, and seeing Max's "stormy" body again, she subconsciously thinks of the plump and beautiful female lines in the famous paintings.

Relatively speaking, art is a little bit more important than Luke.

What's more important is that Luke can see it often, but the scene in front of him may not be seen again.

Not only that, she naturally asked a professional human flesh mapping instrument in a low voice while watching: "This scale... is it F, or G?"

Luke: "G, it's not far from H."

Elena made a small tsk tsk: "And I feel it's pure-authentic. This talent... is too frustrating."

Luke shrugged and agreed.

In fact, there are many female players in Europe and the United States who can reach G or even H, but there are still very few non-obese and pure natural players.

If this woman still has a face comparable to Margaret, it is definitely a rare existence.

In other words, if Margaret had Max's G-level strength, the number of men chasing her would be several times more—you know, Margaret herself is already a billionaire.

Irina's painterly scan gave Max an illusion: Did he meet some murderous gang? Or the kind of husband and wife team, wait, maybe add a third anti-match to help push ass?

Margaret didn't notice it at all, and the baker turned back to the sympathy in her eyes: someone else eating and watching you, this is a kind of cup of life. Well, Caroline is familiar with this too.

Thinking about it this way, Max had a more sense of sight towards Margaret, and he just started talking to her in a low voice.

Margaret is really not too wary, she basically asks what to say - of course, she can't say what Luke has psychologically hinted that she can't say it to the outside world.

Max has listened to the situation of many three people, but basically it is public information that can be found with a little money on the surface, which is equivalent to asking in vain.

And two minutes later, the second avatar with the handsome face of Chris Evans appeared on the beach, and she didn't have time to continue talking about the silly sister-in-law Bai Tian.

Max has always been direct and unrestrained in his actions.

Seeing that her boyfriend was backing her up, Duang Duang Duang immediately ran over, jumped up, and paid her boyfriend's service fee in advance.