Although I always think that when asking similar questions, "I have a friend" is equal to "myself", but Talim's emotional color shows that he is not himself, he is very embarrassed, but he can't see the slightest pain... Open Klein, who had his spiritual vision, leaned back slightly, clasped his hands and said

"Sorry, I'm not a psychiatrist, and I'm not one of those experts in newspapers and magazines who are good at solving emotional problems."

"My only advice is, don't break the law."

"Hehe, this is a joke. First of all, we have to figure out what the 'should not' stem from? Is there a hate relationship between the families of both parties?"

Talim glanced at him and said helplessly.

"No, this is not the story of Romeo and Juliet!"

Hearing the other party's answer, Klein seemed to hear an illusory whisper in his ear

Written by Russell Gustav...by Russell Gustav...by Russell Gustav...

He shook his head, apologized to Mr. Sha, and smiled.

"Emperor Roselle's work is too classic. Whenever I mention undeserved love, I will think of it."

"Then why shouldn't we be together?"

Talim was silent for a few seconds and said

"I have to keep it a secret, sorry, just pretend I didn't ask."

Confidential? That is a person of great status... in love with the same sex? In love with a blood relationship? Klein held back his strong curiosity, and spread his hands

"Then I can only give one more suggestion, read more emotional best-selling novels such as "Storm Mountain Villa" and "Love and Jealousy."

Talim moved his lips a few times, sighed and said

"Hey, this can only be the last resort. In my opinion, the feelings in those best-selling novels don't seem to happen between normal human beings."

"I think so too!" Klein echoed with deep sympathy.

After smiling at Talim, he got up and went to the underground shooting range to practice his extraordinary abilities. It was almost noon before he returned to the first floor and went straight to the cafeteria.

He had noticed before that today's limited supply is foie gras fried in red wine, served with sliced ??apples and bread dipped in butter.

After taking the food, Klein took the plate and walked towards the table where Talim was. At this moment, besides Talim, there was another acquaintance of his who also served as a guarantee to introduce him to the club. Surgeon Alan Kress.

As soon as he put the dinner plate away, before he could sit down, Klein suddenly found a crutch leaning against the famous surgeon's chair.

"Alan, what's the matter?" He asked with concern.

Tall, thin and indifferent, Allen, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, patted his right leg and said

"No, don't mention it, this is really unlucky! I fell down the stairs, and there was a serious bone fracture, which could only be fixed with plaster."

"It's really unlucky." Klein sighed in agreement, and cut a piece of foie gras, stuffed it into his mouth with the dipping sauce, and the feeling that it would melt as soon as he touched it caused the aroma of the fat to continue to expand, stimulating everyone. taste buds.

"I've been unlucky for a long time." Allen raised his hand and pushed down the frame, rubbing his forehead.

He then looked at Klein, then at Talim, and asked hesitantly

"Mr. Moriarty, have you, have you..."

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