Chapter 698 Ch697 The Chettenham Gang

Chapter 698 CH.697 Cameteng Ham's Gang

The members in the tea party are not very 'sound'.

Therefore, everyone must understand some of the little habits of each other -even if it looks strange and it is difficult to be accepted by ordinary people.

Yes.

This is how Roland explained to avoid biting his shoulders by a angry cake.

It was about half successful.

Did not be knocked down.

"Why don't you help me."

After the contented crocodile lady left, the owner began to blame the maid to not step forward.

to be honest.

Harry was thinking about whether he would be angry if he treated Mr. Collins like this.

Maybe…

Like Miss Rose?

Except for making trouble.

Except for this.

What else did they do, some Harry could not describe it in detail.

For example, when I arrived at Shirley's house, when I arrived at Rose's separate building, she pulled Roland to run to the bathroom, and let herself wait in the room -Harry did not think a lady and gentleman, and would go to the bathroom to talk about music. And literature.

And all people are curious.

So she ...

Follow your own voice.

Harry had grown up in the circus and learned a variety of people with all kinds of people. In addition, after becoming a ritual person, she has a stronger control of her body -she can pass through the promenade silently like a cat ...

Come outside the door of the bathroom.

Obverse.

From the gap under the door ...

——I thought that if a servant passed by and found that she was peeping at her ass, I am afraid that she would never be a servant of Mr. Collins again.

But she still did that.

Then, a big secret was discovered.

She is not clear about what secret treasure.

Anyway, the big secret exists.

Miss Rose and Mr. Collins ...

turn out to be…

She thought it was emotional.

"what's on your mind?"

The sound of suddenly remembered her in her ear was startled.

Noon the next day.

Roland took Harry to stand in front of a candy shop not far away from Chetenham -because of Rose 'physical discomfort ", she couldn't get up lazily, and only Roland took Harry out.

"... Nothing, sir."

"I didn't sleep well last night? I think there are a lot of things you want to wash today. Did you scold you?"

The maid pursed his lips and hid the owner's sight.

"... Nothing, sir."

She repeated again.

She woke up earlier than Roland, especially today.

When he went downstairs with a wooden basin, he planned to sneak and wash it, but met Yam, who was preparing for breakfast.

‘Let me come, Harry. When you have a house, you really start serving Roland, but I will no longer help ... '

Then.

Breakfast.

Stay for half an hour in the fireplace.

She couldn't forget that before leaving, Yam looked at her meaningful look -apparently, she had washed her clothes.

At least over.

"Sir, we should come at night."

Harry squeezed his fingers and cut off the topic: "Only at night ..."

"We don't have to go in today."

Roland took her to find a shop near the college, bypassing the tables and chairs, to the alley, waiting for the wall.

But twenty minutes.

Someone turned out of the wall.

The boy wearing a gray woolen jacket landed the ground first. After observing the left and right, he yelled at the wall and whispered:

"Hurry up!"

then.

One after another rolled out.

One of them was the boy he had seen behind Tomas Harvey yesterday.

The other party was probably a small leader, took the hair rolling, inserted the pocket, and let the other point on himself, and then swallowed it deeply.

Skilled as if the age of smoke is older than getting older.

"... what about business."

He clamped the cigarette roll and scratched his hair with his little thumb: "Harvey can say, you all have a division, it is best to be a real business ..."

Among the few boys, some people were happy, and some were worried.

"Fifteen."

One of them said: "It's all new students."

Next, the other also reported a lot of numbers.

With a cigarette roll, he raised his arms like the land owner who charged the rent, and opened his arms and opened his palm up.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

A coin with different facial values ​​is like this.

After the quantity was counted one by one, he picked out a few of the smallest, and distributed to the two most talented boys.

Then.

Start educating another group of laziness and reluctance to cultivate land.

"... I heard people say that this thing will be addicted." There was no seemingly convinced, and he said a word.

"Be addiction? Isn't your father looking for lover for being addicted? Or, your mother is not addicted to find a lover? Drinks, tobacco, hammer balls, flower streets, horse racing, poker, according to the saying, do we do nothing?"

The little head is aggressive, skewed, three points like the land owner, and seven fathers who have hernias like him, and the remaining ninety are all about to call the left handicap.

"Okay, do you want me to force you? Wait, wait, wait for you to spend money to buy us, it is not the current price."

People participating in selling can buy 'Pearls' at a lower price--

Of course, they are called pearls regardless of this thing.

It's 'Golden'.

The "decompression" gadgets of students among students have been extremely popular recently.

The source is Thomas Harvey.

In other words, John Andciel, who enjoys the last happy life in Ancier's family.

It is said that adults who are engaged in 'art' have inquired everywhere.

This thing can not only make people happy, but also make people see the father of all things.

In short, if you use it, your own skin and soul will always be able to go to heaven.

Just like the gold pound donated to the church.

"... I will make Mr. Harvey contact. You are only responsible for the college ... The salon on the weekend cannot be mistaken, you know? At that time, there will be a lot of big characters, which will come to a lot of big characters, bigger than your father."

The little head seriously told a few boys to look at the oldest one.

They use his father's property.

Roland noticed that these boys had an unnatural redness on their faces. The neck was pale, the blood vessels were drumming, and a few of them were wearing 'earmuffs' -this means that some things are about to hide.

"Tomorrow, you go to the trial court with me."

Roland said softly.

"Yes, sir," Harry responded and asked, "Miss Kerrus ..."

To intervene in the trial, a cult must be made up.

Harry believes that it is a bit urgent for Rose only one night, and she can help.

"No, you better stay with me."

Roland shook his head.

"Rose has a way to make greater movements. We have discussed it."

you…

When did you discuss it?

In the washroom?

But then Miss Rose couldn't speak ...

Harry stopped talking, and realized that she could no longer let Ms. Jones discover 'abnormal', and hurriedly forced herself to think about other things -such as those boys' earmuffs, clothes and leather shoes.

"You are a bit wrong today, Harry."

Roland hugged his arm and looked at it concerned: "Maybe I should urge Lan Daofu?"

Harry opened her mouth.

No.

only…

A little bit.

She endured the hotness of the spread of her wrist when she supported her. She raised her chin slightly and pointed at the young boys who talked about 'good business "not far away.

Her expression was indifferent, and her tone was very indifferent:

"I'm about to teach these streams for you."