“我一直对你讲,这事不能这么看。路易莎,我是一直对你这么讲的。他忙得够呛。他是累了,不累才怪呢。他实在是累坏了。好了,你好歹喝杯茶吧。” 电话铃随着最后这句话响了起来。马里亚诺朝电话走去。他的风雨衣还穿在身上。 “I’ve been telling you, this can not see it. Louisa, I always told you so .He was too busy to choke .He was tired, not tired .He was really tired And you have a good cup of tea. ”" The bell rang with the last sentence. Mariano walked towards the phone. His windbreaker was still worn on his body.