Kyle looked at the lady with a little messy hair and a particularly generous and decent smile.

Apart from the weird clothes, she looked really better than in the club...

"Sorry." Kyle bowed his head and leaned towards Eric.

"My good brother, you didn't even tell me the first time you knew such a beautiful woman?"

Eric had a dark face, "Don't make a fool of her, you won't be able to stand it."

Kyle leaned back and his eyes slightly down, "Okay, what happened to the gunshot just now?"

He said with a stern face and said word by word: "Friend, don't say you're getting angry again."

Eric smiled and shook his head, "Actually, it was because Ms. Skit was very interested in guns. Who knew that she accidentally got out of fire as soon as she got started."

"real?"

"real."

After finishing business, Kyle immediately changed into another face, "Oh, Vincent!

I heard that you passed Westminster, and I knew you could do it unless you were admitted to Westminster.”

"No, I've transferred to school."

Vincent leaned lazily on the sofa and added: "The new school is not in London, I can only go home during holidays."

He has had no affection for the heavily fat sheriff Kyle since he was a child.

On his tenth birthday last year, this man actually gave away several magazines with color.

Kyle no longer makes fun of himself.

He leaned over to Rita with the most handsome smile he thought was, "Madam, I'll ask, which newspaper do you work in?"

Rita endured the extreme discomfort in her heart and replied with the kindest smile she thought was.

"The Prophet's newspaper is just an inconspicuous tabloid."

Kyle in front of her looked like a Teppo Warthog without any tumors.

Disgusting, so disgusting!

It’s fine if the gold medal reporter from the Prophet Daily fell into the hands of Muggles, but now he still has a pig to watch.

This inconspicuous small building is simply the devil's nest.

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Chapter completed!