Reach out and donât hit the smiling face.
Tomâs still a kid, and Damien Smyth âs just a sucker.
It was still rare for Vivienne Quinn to see Damien Smyth deflated, and couldnât help laughing.
Tom appeared just now, people saw in him the hope of âa strong youth makes a country strongâ.
The car was big enough, it was a seven-seater, Tom sat in it, and it wasnât crowded at all.
At this time, Alger London also got into the car and said, â Uncle Smyth, Iâll take you to the hotel.â
With that said, Alger London ordered the driver, âDrive.â
Alger London sat in a row with Tom, and Damien Smyth and Vivienne Quinn led Zona in a row. There were casual snacks and drinks in the car, and Alger London poured tea for the three of them himself.
Only, Tom didnât.
Tom didnât feel embarrassed, so he did it himself, poured himself a glass of juice, and made himself a living.
Tom chatted with Damien Smyth familiarly, â Uncle Smyth, how many days are you going to stay in New York City?â
Damien Smyth deadpanned, âNo plans.â
Tom asked Zona again,â Zona, why donât you talk, why donât you want the things I asked him to give you last time.â
She didnât want it, it was a love letter.
Zona âs expression was exactly the same as that of Damien. Smyth, âToo childish.â
Tom looked at Vivienne Quinn with a playful smile, â Aunt Quinn, you are so beautiful today, this makeup and this dress are really perfect.â
Vivienne Quinn was so sweet in her heart, âThank you.â
Tom said and looked at Alger London again, âAlger London, what are you doing with a straight face, young and mature, smile more, be like me, donât be lifeless, you are about the same age as me, how old are you, how many months are you?â
Alger London, â13, born in October.â
Tom shamelessly said, âThatâs a coincidence, Iâm also 13 years old, Iâm September, so Iâm older than you, you have to call me brother.â
Alger London shot him a sideways look, no matter how you look at it, Tom doesnât look like a 13-year-
old.
Tom puffed up his chest, and said confidently, âIâm just a little shorter, and I havenât kept up with my nutrition. Age doesnât just depend on size. Quickly, call me brother. From now on, brother will protect you.â
Zona couldnât help but said, â Alger London, donât believe him, heâs not even 13 years old, heâs not even 12 this year, and heâs going to repeat a year.â
Tom was originally teasing Alger London, he didnât mind Zona poking him, but he said, â Zona, we are in the same school, please take care, how can you poke me.â
Alger London had an almost imperceptible smile, it was the first time he met such an interesting person.
The London Family has too many rules, and Alger London is a proud son of heaven. His words and deeds are watched by the London Family and the whole New York City. He dare not make a mistake.
He had never been so reckless like Tom, saying what he wanted to say, doing what he wanted to do.
Tom is really a chatterbox, his voice is almost all the way along the way, chattering, and when he is happy, he will make a few high and low sentences.
Tom has a good voice. He sings very well, but he is deliberately funny and sings badly.
Zona covered her ears, â Tom, itâs too bad to sing, stop singing.â
Tom not listen, but he also leaned into Zonaâs ear and sang, âThe sun shines on my head, and the flowers smile at meâ¦â
Vivienne Quinn was amused, and Tom is like a treasure boy and a pistachio.
Soon, the car arrived at the hotel, where many London Family guests settled down.
London Family booked the entire hotel, Alger London arranged for Damien Smythâs family, and took Tom to another room.
Tom âs room is upstairs, not on the same floor.
Alger London said, â Tom, your room is here. If you need anything, just mention it. I hope you are happy.â
Tom lay down on the big soft bed, and said, âItâs not bad, itâs very soft, and itâs still a sea view room.
You can do your work and leave me alone. When youâre done with your work, you can play billiards when you have time. Do you know how to play billiards?â billiards?â
Alger London said seriously, âNo, I can bowl, golf, table tennisâ¦â
âThe ones you play are played by old people, Alger London, you are young, how old-fashioned, it is not fun at all.â Tom waved his hands and said, âBusy you, I will take a rest, I am a little seasick.â