p;乔希·莫里斯在前面开着车,权玖漓在后面看着手机,查着一下资料。
这时乔希·莫里斯开口道:“Boss, can I ask you a question?”(老大,我可以问您一个问题吗?)
“Speak !”(说!)
“That''s it, boss. Why are you looking into this Mo Xie guy?
Did he piss you off?”(就是,那个,老大你查这个叫莫邪的人干什么?
是他惹到您了吗?)
闻言,权玖漓的手指一顿,后继续滑动着屏幕,语气平淡,没有一丝起伏。
“Nothing. He''s just probably my brother.”(没什么,他只是很有可能是我的哥哥。)
“What !?”(什么!?)乔希·莫里斯一个激动差点把车给开到路边的绿化带上去了。
被车的惯性摔倒的权玖漓眼神不满的看着乔希·莫里斯,仿佛再说,你要是在敢这样开,爷把你的眼睛给挖了,捐给需要的人!
乔希·莫里斯也仿佛是看懂了权玖漓的威胁,顿时目视前方,不敢开错,深怕权玖漓一个不顺心把自己那绿如帽子的眼睛捐给别人了。
乔希·莫里斯剩下的路程没有想刚刚那般惊险了,车在酒店门口稳稳的停下。
权玖漓下车,对车里的乔希·莫里斯道:“By the way, I remember, I remember when I was a professor at Y University, you tell the Dean of Y University, tell him not to say this identity, after all, I am now on behalf of the Z country to participate in the competition.”(对了,我想起来了,我记得我在Y大当过教授讲过课,你给Y大的院长说一声,让他不要说出这个身份,毕竟我现在是代表Z国参加比赛。)
乔希·莫里斯笑着应下,临走前还回了一句:“Boss, from the moment you took part in the competition, the organizers of our Y country received news that one of the organizers was a student who had listened to your lecture, so the first t