Oh My Cecunguk
Episode 72

The tongue is sharp, perhaps the most suitable term to describe someone like Alan when the man was angry.

Fifteen minutes had passed since the store manager had come along with the annoying waitress. During that time also Alan did not stop babbling with various complaints. There was no need to expend so much energy to bully the two people before him. He did not even bother to shout like most others when venting his anger. But every sentence that came out of his mouth had already pierced their heart.

He was still standing there, towering like an electric pole in front of two people who looked extremely depressed. His aura still radiated hostility.

"I don't understand what considerations make you so sure when recruiting trash seem to be." After saying that to the manager, Alan turned back to his left, looking at the female servant who was now continuing to lower his head. His arrogance and arrogance had left him a long time ago, replaced by a fear that he could not hide. Naturally, who would not feel afraid when someone intended to imprison him and the threat was not playful. The entire color was as if stripped from his face, even his hands began to tremble.

Even so it seems that Alan still has no intention of stopping. His eyes moved up and down, observing the woman before him. His next words were still as sharp as before. "Nothing pulled from him. His face was ugly, his attitude was zero and his mouth was very smelly, even exceeding dirt."

The word smelly mouth here does not refer to the unpleasant aroma that is sniffed when the woman speaks. But it is like a parable that has an implied meaning that the words that come out of his mouth are something that is inappropriate and should not be said.

The manager bowed again. "Once again we apologize for your inconvenience, sir, I will teach him well and in the future I will make sure this kind of incident will not happen again."

"Heh, you still want to keep someone like that?" cibir Alan's. He lifted his eyelids and returned to meet the manager. "If I were you, I'd kick him right now. There's no point keeping an officer like that. Even if you teach and advise her until your mouth is foaming, it won't change her for the better. His heart was rotting, the trash was already beyond help!"

There was nothing else the manager could do but bow back and apologize for the umpteenth time.

I heaved a sigh of relief after Alan finally ended that long debate. When he turned towards me, the vexation on his face faded away in an instant, as if it had never existed. Both corners of his mouth were raised, revealing a row of his small, pure white teeth. Although not a child anymore, but I think he looks adorable when smiling like that. His voice sounded very soft as he asked "Does Mrs Ars want something else?" He pointed at the shopkeeper with his chin. "Just tell him they'll get it for you."

The manager and a few other servants who were around us witnessed the change in his expression and mood with gaping mouths. How could anyone change his expression that quickly? Is he an actor? That was the kind of question that was on their faces.

I shook my head quickly. "No." The shoes that Alan pointed out earlier were many. In addition, the shoe rack at home will not fit if you add another.

"What about that one? wanna not?"

I looked back, following her index finger which led to a display case displaying a lady's bag of various models and patterns. Then shake once more. "The night is full" I said, reminding.

Last week Alan gave me three bags at a time and is still offering me another bag. Do all rich people have a pastime?

That way he bought two more bags and both were for me. After choosing the bag and shoes I rushed to take him out with the reason hungry. It's not safe to linger in that store. Alan can buy everything there.

"What do you want to eat, honey?" ask as soon as we get out.

"Emm, how about a steak?" I said, turning to him, asking for approval.

"OK," he said, agreeing.

Alan grabbed my waist as we walked towards the restaurant that was on the 4th floor. Given the large number of floors in this building, we chose to use the escalator instead of waiting for the elevator to go down.

Alan suddenly stopped stepping and took off his embrace when we had just stepped on the third floor. After that he said "I want to go to the toilet, will you come or wait here?"

"Just wait here" I said, taking over the groceries in his hand. It is a little troublesome to carry things when using the toilet.

"All right, wait a minute." Alan rubbed my hair for a while, before finally stepping away. While I was still standing in place, waiting for him to return. Sometimes I look to the right and left, looking around. I couldn't help but smile when I saw two young children running around in front of a baby supply store. One of them was very cute with two hairbands on his head that resembled tentacles. Both of his cheeks were chubby with a reddish hue in the middle. It was really adorable, it felt like I wanted to take her home and pinch her to satisfaction.

I was still looking at the two boys when an arm was coiled up in the chest, clutching my body from behind. I thought it was Alan, so without a doubt I grabbed his hand and asked "It's over?"

Ten seconds have passed but there is no truth. That's a little weird for someone like Alan who talks a lot. In addition, when I pay attention to the color of his skin darker than Alan's skin as white as snow.

He's not Alan, so who?

Of course I rebelled and was about to scream after realizing all that. However, before I let out a sound, someone said first. "It's me, Ly."

When I heard that voice, I lost all my strength. With the sound of the paper bag keebug that was in the grip fell to the floor. Besides, somehow my brain suddenly stopped working and everything went blank. My body froze, like a statue.

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