The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 333 Ron's Shura Field
Ron's reason, even if you think about it with Caroline's burned toe, you know how outrageous it is.

It wasn't that Caroline wanted to think on her toes, but that she was so surprised that she couldn't even speak.

The trash can seems to be a small world of its own, with everything from kitchen utensils and furniture to water, electricity and heating. It is like a small house, but it is just a small house that has shrunk countless times. Caroline used it as a play house when she was a child. The castles are bigger than this one, and even for a moment, this scene made Caroline feel like she was back when she was a little princess.

It's just that the appearance of the two people in the room made her feel bad.

One was his default boyfriend, although he didn't say so. At this moment, Ron, who had just put on a coat in a hurry, didn't even put on his pants.

The other is my good best friend who spends these days together day and night, and Max, who is covering her beautiful figure with a quilt, even if Caroline didn't see it, she knows that she must be wearing nothing under the quilt.

She felt betrayed, and double betrayed.

"Join you $&^**%!" Caroline uttered a series of obscenities at the speed of 1 RAP, and slammed the door hard.

"Hey, what are you waiting for? Why don't you rush out?" A beautiful leg stretched out from under the quilt and kicked Ron.

Ron scratched his head: "Then what do you do?"

"Of course it's running around with your trash house. Let me tell you first, if you can't handle Caroline, I will definitely break up with you, and this trash house belongs to me."

"Wait a minute! Let me see you off!" Ron chased him out of the garbage room.

"Send me off? Why don't you stay with you in the house..." Caroline wanted to swear at first, but she couldn't swear at Max.

Because Max and Ron were the only two people who helped her after she was in trouble: "No, no, no, no need."

"Then at least bring my scarf, it's still cold outside."

"No, I don't want it!" Caroline continued to reject Ron's kindness with a cold face, but it might be that Ron used too much strength, and Calorie slipped and fell directly to the ground.

Fortunately, someone thought it was a real trash can and threw the trash beside the box, preventing Caroline's beautiful face from directly kissing the hard concrete floor.

But unfortunately, she also fell on the garbage dump.

"Are you okay? Let me help you up?"

Ron was skilled, but was immediately rejected by Caroline: "No! Ron! I will not accept Max as a mistress!
what are you thinking?Actually stepped on two boats at the same time, and the other was actually Max? !I thought that after breaking up with you in high school, now you can become more specific, or even if you go out to play, don't let me know, I didn't expect that you are still like this now! "

Caroline sat on the trash heap, snarling as she slapped the bags.

"Uh...Paris Hilton took the initiative to seduce me in high school, and this time, Max came before you. Do you still remember the night you lived on the street?

Actually, before I went to pick you up again, Max and I just made out at her house in a restaurant. "

"Does that mean I'm a mistress?! I, Caroline, will never be a mistress! Even if I'm lying in the garbage dump, I'm not a bad woman!"

Caroline's funny look made Ron just want to laugh, but he held back very well, and stretched out his hand to pull Kaorie up.This time she didn't refuse.

"Listen, Caroline, things aren't always as obvious as they seem, and just because there's trash outside doesn't mean it can't be a home inside.

Just because I had sex with you doesn't mean I can't have anything to do with other people, life is very complicated. "The more Ron said, the more he felt like a scumbag.

Well, like this word is redundant, he is a scumbag.

"All your arguments should at least be based on the premise that I think this garbage house is very good, but unfortunately I don't think so, good night." After speaking, Caroline picked up her bag from the garbage dump, turned and left gracefully.

"Caroline!"

"Ron, you don't have to ask me!"

"I just……"

"Maybe we are destined for each other in the next life!"

"I want to tell you..."

"Listen Ron, you can't ditch Max for me, so I've decided to quit."

"No," Caroline interrupted his speech twice in a row, and Ron's tone was a little anxious: "It's just..."

"Really, you don't need to say any more!"

"I need it!" Ron took advantage of Caroline's voice and said quickly, "You have a diaper on your back."

It may be that the person who threw out the garbage didn't seal the bag properly. When Tallorin just fell on the garbage pile, a baby's diaper was stuck to his back. Ron clearly saw that there was a large puddle of yellow unknown substance on it.

"Uh... I feel it too." The atmosphere was a bit awkward, and Caroline quickly turned around and fled from the awkward scene. While walking, she kept shaking her shoulders, trying to shake off the diaper.

"Ron, how is Caroline?" Max's voice came from the garbage room.

"She's gone, I guess it's home, so can we do it again?" Ron replied heartlessly.

"Don't even think about it, I'm going home now, we need to talk!" Max dressed and walked out of the garbage room: "Goodbye, Ron."

……

Sheldon's apartment, after Howard and Leonard left on dates one after another, only Sheldon and Rajesh were left in the apartment.

"Sheldon, what are you doing?" Rajesh looked at Sheldon who was writing and drawing on the paper, and asked curiously.

"I'm thinking about how to add a new pawn to the three-player chess. What do you think about calling him Prince Ron? She is the smart king's mentally handicapped, but kind-hearted older brother."

Sheldon replied without looking up.

"I think you're alluding to Ron."

"Really? You think Ron is mentally retarded too, don't you? He doesn't even know what string theory is. I've never seen a more idiot than him in school."

Sheldon nodded in agreement, and Rajesh waved his hand quickly.

"No! I didn't! I'm not! Don't talk nonsense, you said it just now, I didn't say anything!"

Just at this time, the door of the apartment was opened, and Ron walked in: "Sorry, I really know string theory, isn't it that subatomic particles are not the smallest point? They are strings similar to rubber bands, and The only difference in the type of particle is the difference in the frequency at which the string vibrates, and again, even though I'm not a physics major, my degree allows me to answer that question pretty well."

"Ron, you're back?!"

(End of this chapter)