Chapter 289 Trumpet: Unhappiness

"Speaking of which, Birds of Paradise," Russell said with a smile, "it's almost noon. Did you have lunch before you came?"

"Ah, not yet."

The paradise bird showed a somewhat pitiful expression: "I am indeed a little hungry now..."

The little pigeon's ruby-like pupils stared at Russell and blinked slightly.

"Then let me invite you out for a meal?"

Russell said casually, turning to look at Wu Ming: "Speaking of which, when did you have breakfast?"

"I'll say half past ten... I don't know, Wuming, maybe seven?"

Although he was not asked, the horn raised his head enthusiastically, and his tail behind him began to wag happily: "What are you going to eat? How about we eat barbecue? Although I'm not hungry, if it's barbecue If so, I think I can eat some more..."

"No need, we're not hungry."

Wu Ming squinted his eyes and interrupted in a gentle voice: "You go and eat, we will go back to the dormitory first. We will come back when the specific transfer order arrives in the afternoon."

"Eh--"

The horn sounded a long note, looking unhappy.

"Ah, it doesn't have to be so troublesome. We will all be colleagues from now on, so you two can just stay here and rest. The security of the Special Enforcement Department is very high, and no one will come in suddenly... In those two refrigerators It’s all drinks and cold drinks, and everyone can take whatever they want.”

Russell walked around from behind the table and patted the Paradise Bird's narrow shoulder: "Let's go, little pigeon. What do you want to eat?"

"I can do it!"

Paradise Bird stood up from the sofa in a flash, followed Russell and answered briskly.

Russell said with a smile: "I prefer to eat meat... How about going to eat barbecue? I know there is a delicious restaurant."

He was talking about the restaurant where Delphinium took Russell to eat before.

When Russell just went to Huachu's place, he took a look and saw that the limited menu items at noon today were pretty good.

"I also can!"

The Paradise Bird nodded somewhat cautiously and replied, "I can eat anything."

Hearing this, Russell raised his eyebrows slightly.

She was willing to talk in a public place like a barbecue restaurant, which meant that what she wanted to say to Russell would not be too secretive. The guarantee level is not that high, but I just don’t want the two angels to hear it.

Fortunately, Wu Ming's emotional intelligence is high enough to understand their subtext and allow Paradise Bird and Russell to have some little secrets of their own... Otherwise, it would be troublesome for the stupid dog from Bugle to catch up after him.

If you lock them in the executive office, they won't be able to leave even if they want to.

This also prevents tracking.

Although it may be a little too cautious, it is for the safety of the paradise birds after all. This is not an exaggeration.

...But, suddenly there are three more colleagues.

He was even seconded from the church.

Russell felt a little uncomfortable for a while.

In front of the angel, he was even embarrassed to touch fish... Oh, no.

The bad guy has left, and there are no fish left for him to touch.

That's okay.

I hope the angels can help Russell share some of the work...

But two capable thugs were brought in without warning, without even reporting to Delphinium... This seemed a bit rushed.

Russell knew very well that the thugs brought in by the company were actually the two angels.

The Bird of Paradise is only a nominal "supervisor" because the church is unwilling to let the angels out of its sight. Although she also wants to join the Special Execution Department, it is obvious that such a born saint cannot be dispatched easily.

Has the company realized that they may be short of people next?

In other words, the company has realized that there will be a large-scale "wave of uncensored people"...

"By the way, I can drive," Horn said, still a little reluctant, "How about I drive you there?

"I want to eat barbecue too, Ultramarine!"

"Okay, okay... Bishop, she hasn't met Ultramarine for a long time. It's a rare meeting, so give them some private space."

Wuming closed his eyes, slowly coiled himself up and said warmly: "Be quiet, horn. I want to take a nap."

"oh……"

The horn is unhappy.

Watching Russell and the Paradise Bird leave, he couldn't help but ask: "What will they talk about when they get together? Are they familiar... Wuming?"

Wu Ming has been coiled under the air conditioner, peacefully and silently.

Although I know that Wuming is probably not asleep yet, I just don't want to care about myself. But the horn still didn't disturb Wu Ming's nap.

He started to run around the office a little anxiously.

Soon, he dug out two bottles of Coke and a cup of ice cream from the refrigerator.

"Do you want to drink it, Wuming?"

The horn said cheerfully: "Ultramarine told us we can drink whatever we want."

Wu Ming remained silent and closed his eyes.

The horn first gave himself a swig, then started wandering around the office with a Coke in his hand and his tail slowly wagging. It's like patrolling the territory.

"Speaking of which, I heard that our minister is also a spiritual relative of the canine family, right?"

The horn said to himself: “But why don’t I smell her much?

"Aren't today's canine souls keen on leaving behind scent? Hmm... It doesn't seem right. Ultramarine has the scent of a young woman. Is that the minister?

"Wow, she doesn't know how to hide ultramarine, does she?"

He muttered to himself, carefully looking at everything in the room without opening the drawer.

But Wuming closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, quietly without saying a word.

Just then, Horn wandered over to the desk.

"Hey, what is this? A suspected demon report...Is this what we will do in the future?"

"Don't look at that."

Suddenly, Wuming closed his eyes and said, "That confidentiality level is very high. It would be impolite to see that without permission."

"You really didn't sleep -"

The horn suddenly jumped from the desk to Wu Ming.

After he squatted down, he handed the half-drunk Coke to Wu Ming's mouth: "Do you want to drink it? Do you want to drink it? Although the brand has changed, it tastes the same as a hundred years ago. It's still cold...or so you want Drink something unopened?”

Wu Ming remained silent again, as if he was asleep.

"Tsk."

Horn, who couldn't get a response from his companion, bared his teeth in displeasure and began to wander around sniffling: "With Ultramarine's character, there should be snacks in the office..."

After being warned by Wu Ming, he indeed stopped looking at the documents on the table.

No matter how restless his character, his moral standards are indeed angelic.

On the other side, Russell took Paradise Bird back to the barbecue restaurant.

"Hey, the boss came to the front desk in person today?"

Russell greeted the strong middle-aged man with a pair of horns warmly.

Due to Ultramarine's popularity, although he has only been here a few times, the boss has already known him.

The generous boss even dared to joke with Russell: "Hey, Ultramarine has a new girlfriend today?"

"Don't talk nonsense, this is my sister."

Russell said with a smile and patted the Paradise Bird on the shoulder: "This is a hard-luck child. I have to give him a discount next time I see him, right?"

"Not next time, just this time."

The boss with horns replied cheerfully: "I'll give you a plate of snowflake beef, and I'll give you a plate of beef tongue... I remember you like this? Do you want a drink, little girl?"

Although he is a spiritual relative of the bovine family, the boss is unambiguous when it comes to selling beef.

The boss's classic saying is, "Barbecue cannot be made with any other meat, it must be beef."

"Is there, is there watermelon juice..."

The Paradise Bird said a little embarrassedly: "Or maybe pumpkin juice."

"That's a lot of difference. Let's all have a drink."

The boss laughed loudly: "Can I invite you two to have a drink today?"

"No."

"Speaking of which," the boss winked at Ultramarine, "I just didn't deny that the little white dog is your girlfriend."

Delphinium used to come here to eat by herself occasionally.

Although I don’t know Delphinium’s name, it’s easy to remember it based on its appearance.

Russell was noncommittal: "One more lamb chop and one cheese sizzling chicken. If it's not enough, please order more."

"Okay - by the way, barbecue still tastes better than beef."

"Enough beef already."

Russell smiled: "Are there any private rooms? If possible, open a private room for us."

"Go straight to the third one. I'll open the KTV for you too."

The boss easily guessed that Ultramarine suddenly brought a young girl to his place and opened a private room. It was probably related to official business.

Maybe we want to talk about something secret.

He didn't want to overhear that kind of secret...secrets would shorten one's life.

There is music in the private room, which makes eavesdropping very difficult. It’s not easy to suddenly hear something you shouldn’t hear when serving food.

This is not the first time the boss has dealt with this kind of thing - these days, it is still difficult to get along if you don't pay attention when opening a store.

Damn it, I have a migraine...

I couldn't sleep for four or five hours last night, and now my temple and the right side of my neck are still hurting...

I might have to catch up on some sleep in the afternoon, in which case the second chapter will be a little later. You may also send it first and then go to bed, but it will still happen...