Chapter 535: The Banquet (2)
A cold male voice that rang out abruptly caused the crowd photographing the boy to wince.
The deep male voice had no warmth and filtered coldly through the crowd''s ears to the bottom of their
hearts.
The crowd shivered unconsciously and looked toward the source of the voice.
A man in a mask, looking icy, stood there, one hand in his pocket. With his stern gaze and the powerful
aura he carried, the people could not help but feel fear.
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-You, you are...
-Since you refused, you should leave, right? The man spoke again, indifferent words like sharp arrows
came out of his thin lips.
Several people''s faces became a little ugly because Cristian''s words were too unpleasant.
-Who are you to say that about us? We were just taking pictures, nothing more. You...
One of them was not afraid and answered, but when she said that, Cristian''s cold gaze was turned on
her, immediately scaring her enough to make her swallow the words. Then he said pitifully, "I know, I
will delete the pictures from my phone right away.
After saying this, she took out her phone and deleted all the photos she had just taken in front of
everyone, then turned and left.
The masked man in front of her was not an ordinary person at first nce, and the people invited by
the Giordano family were rich or noble. His family had told him not to make trouble beforeing, so
he had better leave quickly.
The one taking the initiative was evidently unconvinced, but since the others had deleted their photos
and left, it was not worth saying any more.
He hatefully pulled out his phone to delete the photos. The others saw this and they too hurriedly
deleted the photos and left together.
After the crowd left, Cristian withdrew his gaze, sneered in his heart and turned to leave.
In truth, he was not quiet wherever he went.
He had never liked these kinds of asions. If it were not necessary, he would not havee here
dressed like this.
After taking two steps, a child''s voice came from behind him.
-Thank you, Lord.
Cristian stopped and, after a moment of silence, slowly turned around.
In the pale light, a small figure stood, wearing a small costume prepared by the adults, but with an
inappropriate cartoon mask.
A mask?
Cristian squinted slightly and stared into the ss-ck eyes that were revealed behind the child''s
mask.
For some reason, Cristian felt that those eyes had something familiar about them.
Where had he seen them before?
Manuel smiled at Cristian and reminded him in a soft voice, "Lord, I thank you.
Cristian came back to himself as he spoke in his casual voice: -So what?
A somewhat surprised emotion appeared in that pair of crystal eyes, and a momentter he said
seriously: -When others express their thanks, shouldn''t you say you are wee?
Hearing this, Cristianughed in an icy tone.
-Please?
Manuel nodded and walked toward him on his short legs. He stopped in front of him and waved.
Cristian''s face turned cold.
-Sir, could you bend over?"
Cristian frowned and said with disgust, -What are you going to do? Child.
Oh, I think the mask you''re wearing is very special, so I want to see it, okay?"
After saying this, Manuel immediately gave him a pitying look, with an expression of great anticipation
on his face.
Without knowing the reason, when Cristian saw that his eyes made such a gesture, he felt inexplicably
annoyed, and coldly rebuked: - Yes manly and stand up!
Manuel was surprised, and his ck eyes immediately shed in panic.
-Sir?
-As a man, how can you show this kind of expression and look,‖ Cristian spoke to him in disgust, as if
he were an old man, forgetting that he and this boy had just met for the first time.
-Oh,‖ Manuel looked at him stupidly, -So, can you teach me?
-What do you want me to teach you," Cristian narrowed his eyes and scoffed, "Can you pay the tuition?
Manuel half-closed his lips and nodded vigorously, "My mom is very rich.
It stimted Cristian''s interest to talk about his mother. He slowly squatted down in front of Manuel and
spoke in a still clear, cool voice: "Your mom?
-Yes, my mom has money, so can she teach me now?
Cristian looked at him thoughtfully. They had been far away just now, and now they were close to him.
Cristian found that she had a faint familiar aura. Her thin lips moved. When the words were on the tip of
his tongue, Manuel said, -Can I touch your mask?
-Yes...
No...
In fact, Cristian wanted to reject Manuel.
Cristian was not so kind, how could he ept an irreverent request from a child.
But today he made an exception to help this little boy in front of him, and even granted his request to
touch his mask.
After agreeing, the child approached the mask on his face.
He frowned and looked at the small white hand, which looked particrly soft and made him want to
touch it.
Cristian "..."
Damn, what was he thinking about?
Just as he was thinking, the little boy''s hand had already touched his mask.
Even though it was through the mask, he could still feel the touch. Cristian rarely approached people in
this way, and he stepped back ufortably for a moment. But when Manuel saw him move away, his
hand followed, touching his mask again.
-Manuelughed and said, Sir do you want to touch my mask too?
-No.
Cristian refused in a cold voice.
Manuel continued to touch his mask. He seemed to be enjoying himself.
Suddenly.
Cristian greedily took his small, soft palm and wondered how a child''s hand could be so soft. Softer
than absorbent cotton.
-Sir?" Manuel looked at him with his head half tilted as if curious. The cartoon mask on his face made
him look very cute.
Cute...
Cristian had always thought that word was an insult to men.
Both for a grown man and a minor.
So in the past he had been ashamed of it.
But now ... he felt that this little boy in front of him is ... cute.
Cristian was a little beside himself, narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice, "Didn''t your mom teach
you that it''s not nice to get too close to strangers?
"How so?" Manuel bowed his head again.
-Because strangers are usually not nice people.
-I think you are a nice person.
The little boy''s soft voice entered Cristian''s ears, and he felt the softness.
His eyes lowered slightly to look at the small palm of his hand.
-Why do you think I am a good person?