The Naive Mr Lu Novels & Stories

She seized the opportunity to pretend she knew nothing, pointing to the screen in an exaggerated tone: "Mr. Jones, why is someone hiding in here? Can you tell them if they don't say anything?" Mr. Jones was caressing the cup and was about to drink tea, unexpectedly she asked. A sip of water almost didn't spray, the waiter who delivered the fruit couldn't help but smile, but Robert remained silent. After realizing his own stubbornness, the owner hurriedly glanced at Robert. If he offended Laura, he didn't know if the business would be safe in the future. Mr. Jones wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, cautiously answering, "Mrs. Luara, this movie is like a ball puppet. This is a performance

The pretence was not there anymore, this time, it was reality. At last, there he was, the mailman. He was dressed in a black suit and looked handsome but, not as him as my Johnny. I guess I was still under the influence of my lust for Johnny. The mailman opened his white teeth while shifting the file he was holding from his left to his right hand. "Good afternoon Mam! I'm here to deliver your message..."

Naara turns around to find the man she saw inside the cubicle and quickly turns away. “Yes, that pervert. Damn it!” Naara cusses again. “Don’t get involved with him. Forget you saw anything just now,” suggests Hanie. “Why? Who is he?” asks Naara innocently. “You don’t know who he is? Are you sure? He’s probably more famous than the top actor in this country.” Naara shakes her head, not understanding. “He’s Adelrado Cetta Early. He just finished his Master’s Degree in International Business