Chapter 200 The preferred Wesley (please subscribe!!)

Dad contacts Hawke every day?

What's going on?

I'm Hawk's girlfriend.

How many times have I called Hawke these days?

Gwen turned his mind sharply and then came up with the answer. Anyway, it was because he didn't have a long time to talk to Hawk.

so……

WTF?

Gwen wanted to make such a swear word, but after thinking about it, he still held back and came to his senses, and looked at George sitting opposite him with an inexplicable look: "Dad?"

George opened his mouth and tried to quibble for himself.

"It's not what you think."

“…”

It would be fine if you didn’t say it, but it would be more similar to it when you said that, hey!

Gwen took a deep breath and tried hard to calm down.

Good guy.

In the past, Gwen thought that if his boyfriend got along well with his father, it would be a good thing.

Even before, Gwen tried hard to create a space to allow his boyfriend Hawke and his father to be alone. After all, in Gwen's view, in her life, if the two most important men to her can live in peace,

From a certain perspective, this will convince Gwen that she has found her 'right gentleman'!

so……

Whenever Hawke and George get along well and even have a secret to go to the rooftop to smoke, Gwen felt more and more that Hawke was his 'right gentleman'!

But now?

Gwen seriously suspected that he had done something wrong.

And the error is very serious.

Now my boyfriend has a good relationship with his father, but it’s too good to be too good, or is it the kind of phone call a day?

What are you doing!

Gwen naturally would not doubt any indescribable or even indescribable secrets between his boyfriend and his father, but this feeling made Gwen feel very bad!

"dad!"

"Um?"

"call."

Gwen closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After opening his eyes, he calmly looked at George, who was sitting opposite him, and then said to George in a tone that declared sovereignty: "Hauck is my man."

Friend, dad, I am Hawke's girlfriend. Don't you think you need to tell me first about secretly talking to my boyfriend on the phone?"

George opened his mouth.

What's going on?

Why does my little cotton jacket look at me with the look of looking at my love rival?

George looked at the gaze delivered by his daughter Gwen, and subconsciously cast a look for help at his wife Helen.

Seeing this, Helen smiled, clenched Gwen's right hand, which had already been pinched into a small fist, and comforted her with a smile: "Gwen, we should believe Dad, Dad will definitely give us a satisfactory explanation, right?

.”

Gwen looked at her father George, who had already been determined to have snatched her boyfriend.

George opened his mouth.

explain?

I'll explain it to be poor.

How do I explain this?

Tell you, have I sent Hawke to a killer organization to act as an undercover agent?

Huh?

No.

If Hawke wasn't going by himself, how could it be my send?

George was stunned for a moment, not sure why Hawk was obviously an undercover agent himself, but suddenly he felt that Hawk was sent out by him.

"A Qiu!"

Hawke sneezed heavily, pinched his nose, opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling above his head, and diagnosed: "I have a cold."

Next second.

Hawke stood up on the bed with both hands, got up from the bed, and was about to get out of bed, his knees suddenly became weak. If he hadn't reacted in time, he would have been kneeling directly.

"wrong!"

Hawke raised his eyebrows: "I'm poisoned?"

The growth talent skill, which was twice as fast as his age and was thirty-four times, rotated quickly. Hawke felt his throat itch, coughed, grabbed the trash can beside him, and vomited it directly.

moment.

Hawk spit out a mouthful of red sputum.

"It's true."

Hawke's eyes flashed. After spitting out the poisonous sputum that was excreted, he stood up from the floor and glanced at the poisonous sputum in the trash can: "Are there any unruly people who want to murder me?"

Once the thought comes out.

Hawke was furious.

Good guy.

How long have I been here? Every day, I am not learning how to decipher God's will with the old Hei Sloan, or I am honestly carrying out my own undercover tasks, or I am looking for the account book and safe of the organization of Destiny.

, be kind to others and give them nicknamed social experts.

That's it.

What kind of grudges are you? Did I kill your father or dig your ancestral grave? As for such a ruthless move?

Hawke was both annoyed and speechless.

even……

Hawke was so angry that he laughed.

good.

Very good.

Don’t let me find out who you are. If you let me know, I will let you know, what a fuck is called surprise!

Think about it.

Hawke twisted his neck, felt his completely clean body, took off his clothes and walked towards the bathroom.

Ten minutes later.

Hawke changed into a set of clothes and walked out of the room.

A pair of eyes hiding in the dark looked at Hawk who walked out of the room without changing his face, and a look of shock appeared in his eyes.

"How could he be fine?"

"Wesley!"

“…”

Wesley, who was standing in the middle of the stairs and peering at Hawke's room with his own eyes, was disbelief, listening to the sound coming from behind, his body suddenly froze, turned around, and looked at the one that appeared behind.

Pork face.

Next second.

Wesley breathed a sigh of relief: "Allen!"

Alan, who is also a killer in the organization, looked at the ghostly expression on Wesley's face and frowned and said, "What are you doing here? Work is about to start."

Wesley pinched his hands and nodded: "What are you doing, you're thinking about things, let's go."

Allen heard this and obviously didn't believe it. Then, he happened to see the Firefox walking by the other end of the castle. Then he seemed to think of something. He looked at Wesley and shook his head and said, "I advise you not to think about it."

"What?"

"We are destiny killers, and Firefox and the others are God's wanderers. We are not from the same world. I advise you not to think so much."
To be continued...