Bring Your A Game

Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 797-Helios blinked his eyes, and suddenly a bad idea came to him.

He jumped out of his chair and approached Danny. “Why don’t you give her some game merchandise as gifts? What fan of the game would refuse a room full of game merchandise? You can also have some robot figurines, so she’ll be tempted!”

While talking, he made a robot attack. “Transformers, attack!”

“Right.” Danny slapped his thigh as if he was suddenly empowered and then pressed Helios’ shoulders. “Good one! You’re worthy of being the strongest wingman. That’s it! I’ll prepare now. It should work!” As he said that, he pushed Helios aside and walked out excitedly.

“Hey, are you really going to do it? Hey!”

Helios tried to call him, but Danny didn’t listen at all and left the office resolutely.

“So stupid! How can you even pursue my aunt with success?” Helios shook his head in disgust. “It would be weird if girls like robot figurines…”

But he didn’t plan to stop Danny from being stupid; he thought it was a lesson for Danny, so that Danny could concentrate on helping him find H afterward.

Danny walked all the way to Ariel’s office, knocked on the door twice, and then went in directly. “You don’t have any appointments this Thursday afternoon, right? I’ll take you and Helios to try a new restaurant.”

After speaking, regardless of whether Ariel agreed or not, he closed the door and walked out.

When he walked back, his footsteps were much lighter.

At this time, Mary came up and said, “Mr. Griffith, the two partners in the afternoon would like to change the date to Thursday. Do you think it is alright?”

“Thursday afternoon?” Danny stopped in place, thought for a moment, and waved her away. “Postpone it. Let’s change the time!”

On Thursday afternoon, both Danny and Ariel didn’t have to go to work. If he missed this time, he would have to wait another week before he had a chance to confess. He couldn’t wait.

“Okay, I’ll make arrangements now.” Mary stepped back immediately after receiving the order.

…

Elise’s pregnant belly became more and more obvious. She was not going to continue writing for some time, so she went back to go through the maternity leave procedures today.

as she left the

the old acquaintance of her

hugged Elise. As she let go, there were two lines of hot tears

fell on Elise’s belly. “I heard that you are pregnant.

unnaturally as

Anastasia’s best friend was because in Anastasia’s

manuscripts were organized by Margaret, who helped contact the publishing house. In the last diary entry before her death, Anastasia was still worried that Margaret would

problem—the manuscript was an important piece of evidence to prove the originality of the work, and it must not be given to others for safekeeping, but all of Anastasia’s

would not be able to prove her own

that this friend was not

squeezed out a smile. “If I don’t hurt anyone, I won’t be afraid of anything. Why should I be

her words. Anastasia had always been gentle,

rumors were true; Anastasia’s temperament had changed a lot

about that. It’s dinnertime, and it’s been a long time since I went to our favorite restaurant. I miss it, so let’s

to see what her

to a restaurant and ordered a few

took the initiative to serve Elise. “This is your favorite. Try it and see if it still tastes

She lowered her head and glanced at the meat in the bowl. Without moving her fork, she replied

huggad Elisa. As sha lat go, thara wara two linas of hot taars on har faca. “Fortunataly, you ara all right, otharwisa I will ba unhappy for tha rast of

bally. “I haard that you ara pragnant.

smilad unnaturally as

knaw Margarat was Anastasia’s bast friand was bacausa in Anastasia’s diary, Margarat was mantionad mora

publishing housa. In tha last diary antry bafora har daath, Anastasia was still worriad that Margarat would

in Anastasia’s diary, it was obvious that sha was vary dapandant on Margarat, Elisa found an obvious problam—tha manuscript was an important piaca of avidanca to prova tha originality of tha work, and it must not ba givan to othars for safakaaping, but all of

would not ba

this

squaazad out a smila. “If I don’t hurt anyona, I won’t

baan gantla, so why was har tona so

tamparamant had changad a

about that. It’s dinnartima, and it’s baan