Chapter 211 I Have No Children at Home

"Didn't you buy something online before? It might be a discarded express bill or something..."

"Evil..." Gong's mother looked disgusted, "He actually went to the trash can?"

"..." Certainly not.

"It's disgusting! It seems that in the future, not only the phone number, but also the name will be written out on the courier slip!"

"Well, yes, don't talk about him. He must have decided that you have to go grocery shopping every day, so he waited outside, and we will go at night another day."

"It's not fresh at night..." Mother Gong sighed, "Forget it, forget about him, I'll make lunch first."

...

Gambino left the alley and walked to the hotel where he was staying.

On the way, I passed a store selling children's toys, and the windmill at the door spun gently in the wind.

He stopped and stared blankly at the windmill.

After standing for almost a minute, the staff in the store spotted him and ran over quickly. Seeing that he is a foreigner, the clerk thought for a long time before he came up with an English sentence: "Hello, nicetomeetyou~"

Gambino glanced at her and turned the windmill in his hand. The color of the windmill was very bright. He blew it lightly, and the windmill started to spin.

The clerk thought about it for a long time, but he really couldn't think of any other English. If he knew that he should learn English well when he was studying! But... if you study hard, you don't need to stand here to sell things today, right?

The clerk simply said in Chinese: "This is for children to play." It doesn't matter whether he understands it or not.

"I know." Gambino said in Chinese.

The clerk breathed a sigh of relief. It is good to know Chinese, otherwise this business cannot be done!

Gambino looked away from the windmill and looked at something else.

There were a lot of toy cars and toy guns. He was not interested in seeing them. He saw Barbie dolls in the store, so he walked in.

The clerk asked, "Are you buying it for a little girl?"

Gambino looked at all kinds of exquisite Barbie dolls, squeezed the windmill tightly in his hand, turned around and glanced at the toys in the whole store, a feeling of sadness came to his heart.

Suddenly, he saw a huge lollipop by the cash register.

He walked over and took the biggest one, looked at it for a while, then inserted it back, and took a lollipop in the shape of a bear.

"BOSS." A subordinate came in and whispered in Italian in his ear, "Sheng Nanxuan treats you to lunch."

Gambino said nothing, looked at the things in his hand, and wanted to buy them, but who did he buy them for?

"Sir, do you want me to wrap it for you?" the clerk asked.

He thought for a while, and put the things on the counter: "I don't have any children at home." After speaking, he went out.

The clerk was depressed: Why can't he speak Chinese? This business can't be done? What to see if there are no children...

...

Italian restaurant.

In the huge private room, Sheng Nanxuan and Gambino sat at the two ends of the long dining table.

The two slowly cut the steak, and the breath on their bodies was also condensed.

Gambino was preoccupied and kept silent.

Sheng Nanxuan was 80% full, put down the knife and fork, pressed the corner of his mouth with a napkin, and shook the goblet gently.

"I heard that Mr. Gambino went to see my mother-in-law again today?"

Gambino looked up: "Young people are free to marry and fall in love, so it doesn't mean that we should be controlled?"

"I don't care about her." Sheng Nanxuan smiled softly, "But I care about you. Your behavior has caused a lot of trouble to my mother-in-law, and my wife is also unhappy, so I can only be unhappy."

Gambino raised his eyebrows and looked at him inscrutablely.