"What is wrong?""Can you ask Big Brother to drive the car a little slower?" Joshua pretended, "I am scared."As soon as the words came out.Matthew glanced at the rearview mirror, his eyes darkened.Cynthia's tone was still very light, "The speed of this car is not fast, you will be fine if you sit down and do not move around.""Oh," He lowered his head in frustration.He looked as if he had been wronged and could not speak.Cynthia wanted to comfort him, but she did not know what to say. The captain's speed was indeed not fast."If you are afraid, fasten your seat belt and do not move around," Matthew said suddenly, with a completely different attitude from when he was talking to Cynthia, "Otherwise, no matter how slow the car is, you may fall."Cynthia paused.Was the captain angry?"I am sorry," Joshua said in a low voice."Fasten your seat belt if you know you are sorry," Matthew said bluntly, "Do not expect someone to hug you from behind. You are five years old mental
"I know," Matthew locked the door, preventing him from going out, "I do not like being with you either.""Then why are you keeping me here?" Joshua argued with him like a child.Matthew's eyes met his.The four eyes were locked onto each other.There was a spark in the eyes of both of them."I know you like sister Cynthia," Joshua suddenly said something, just to provoke the person in front of him, "However, unfortunately, with me here, I will not let sister Cynthia be with you, do not even think about it in your life.”"Mr. Neal," Matthew suddenly changed his address, his tone was not much different from before, "You should say this to yourself."When he was in the car, he was suspicious.Judging from Joshua's previous performance, it was impossible for him to confront Cynthia, let alone make too many demands on Cynthia, because he was afraid that Cynthia would send him away.However, at that time he was not sure, he thought he was only behaving that way because he had not se
Matthew continued, "For those who are misbehaving, she will choose to send them away directly."Joshua glared at him with deep displeasure, went to the sofa with all kinds of dissatisfaction, and then sat down obediently.However, in his heart, he had already thought about the next step.Matthew looked at his well-behaved appearance, and slightly frowned.If Joshua confronted him directly, he could tell Cynthia about it, or show Cynthia the surveillance.However, although this person's performance from beginning to end was only expressing his dissatisfaction, he was not much different from a child.Thus, it could only be his suspicion that Joshua had recovered.It was not suitable to tell Cynthia about the things that he suspected.Thinking of this, he took another look at Joshua, and then went to cook a bowl of noodles for Joshua.Joshua did not show any other expressions during this period of time. He had only one philosophy: His success or failure lies in the details.It w
Cynthia was confused, "What do you mean?""You will find out if you observe carefully later," Matthew reminded, and asked, "Give him to me in the next few days."It was not exposed in a short period of time because he did not need to pretend for long enough.However, if the time was longer.Joshua might not be able to pretend."It was okay," Cynthia did not care much about it, "I am fine in the next few days, and Uncle Felix will come over, I have to take him to see Uncle Felix.""Cynthia.""Um?""Observe more and pick up the details."Cynthia paused, a little confused.However, she did not ask further, the captain must have a reason for saying this, so she agreed, "Yes.""Brother, I have washed and put away the dishes," Joshua was nervous and cramped when he walked over, pursing his lips carefully, "Can I go back with my sister?""Yes," Matthew did not expose him.He stood up, looked at Joshua's superb acting skills, and planned to raise his hand to pat him on the shoulde
Cynthia took Joshua over.Joshua did not expect things to turn out like this. Should Cynthia not pursue this matter, under normal circumstances?When the two statements were inconsistent, she should look into it, and doubt it if she could not find anything.With such a superb performance, there should be no mistakes."Joshua," Cynthia sent him back to the room, saw that he was not in the right mood, and called him.Joshua looked up at her.Cynthia's eyes softened a little, and asked him a question as if he was a child, "Do not be afraid of the captain, he is not a bad person, if there is any conflict between you, just tell me, okay?""Okay..." Joshua's tone suddenly became aggrieved.Cynthia did not keep asking, she patted him on the shoulder, "Go wash up and sleep, I shall take you to Sean for a checkup tomorrow.""Sister," Joshua looked up at her deeply.Cynthia asked, "What is the matter?""In the future, can you not leave me alone with that big brother?" Joshua said deep
The thought of accidentally provoking him into doing something drastic made his movements more brisk as he uncorked the wine bottle. After pouring a glass and handing it to Moe, he declared, "Let's make a pact: neither of us leaves until we're drunk. You have to get hammered too." "Alright." Moe did not refuse. In recent times, a lot had occurred, stirring up uncertain feelings within him. As they leisurely ate and drank, they chatted about inconsequential matters. After several rounds of drinking, a sense of inebriation began to wash over both of them. Ordinarily, Moe would never allow himself to become drunk, but tonight he yearned for it. There were certain things he could only articulate under alcohol's influence. Yoel, now quite tipsy, clutched at Moe and asked, "Moe, is your company hiring?" "Yes. However, we are not looking for any more special assistants." Drunk, Moe spoke even less, his usually stern face softened with a touch of charm. "What am I supposed to do t
"I am a man. No one can push me around," Moe declared earnestly. In their circle, only a handful could ever win against him in a fight. "Yes, yes, you are a man, you are correct," Yoel answered with a dismissive tone. After some more idle talk, Moe brought up a subject that had been lingering in his heart. "Yoel, do you know what it feels like to be in love with someone?" "Love?" "Yes." "I do not know, I have never been in love. From what I have observed, being in love seems to mean constantly thinking about her, wanting to buy nice things for her, and being eager to share any good news with her first," Yoel replied seriously. Moe fell silent. These were feelings... he did not seem to possess. "Do you not love Ms. Yates? Do you not know?" Yoel blurted out. Moe hesitated, unsure of how to respond. He was not certain if he loved his boss. He did not feel what Yoel had described, yet he wished for all the best for her. "If you cannot tell whether you love her or not, the
Moe paused for a moment before immediately blurting out, "No." She was his boss, and it would be improper to have such thoughts. Furthermore, he wanted to take care of her for a lifetime, not possess her. "Really? Not at all?" "No." "We've become close friends, so there's no need to feel embarrassed. Even if you did, I wouldn't mock you," Yoel said, propping his head up and looking at him. "Unless Ms. Yates is hurt, asleep, or in some other special circumstance, I would hug her. However, in all other situations, I wouldn't. And as for kissing, never," Moe confessed, his words more candid due to the alcohol. Yoel studied him for a moment, making sure he was not lying but truly felt that way. "In that case, I can confirm with absolute certainty that your feelings for Ms. Yates is not romantic. It's more like the protective and caring kind, like that of a family member," Yoel said, his voice slurred from the alcohol. Upon hearing this, Moe mulled over all the interactions