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Chapter eight hundred and fifty first: see Charles I(2/2)

Those translators did not dare to sit next to Thomas and Ho Tung Lang, so they could only stand quietly next to Thomas and Ho Tung Lang.

He Donglang said with a smile on his face: "I didn't expect you to enjoy it here. The chair is so soft, you really enjoy it."

The translator standing next to He Donglang hurriedly translated He Donglang's voice.

Thomas listened to the translated voice and said with a smile: "You should be kind to yourself in life. Besides, these sofas in my house are just cheap goods. The sofas in His Highness the King's place are only comfortable."

When He Donglang heard what Thomas said, he asked: "The sofa at the king's place? Do you still want to get the sofa at the king's place back to you? There is something in your words!"

When He Donglang's voice was translated, Thomas's expression changed instantly.

He hurriedly explained: "It's not what you think. I just said that the sofa in His Royal Highness's place is more comfortable. I have no other meaning."

Of course Thomas knew what He Donglang was talking about, and Thomas was afraid that He Donglang had distorted his meaning.

"It's okay, I just said it casually, I didn't mean anything else." He Donglang looked like a man who was okay, with a smile on his face.

Thomas took a deep breath and said, "This is a joke. You can't make such a joke."

"Look at you, you haven't been teased yet, what's the point?"

He Donglang looked at Thomas with a strange expression.

Thomas laughed dryly, "Okay, let's not talk about these things. I will take you to His Highness the King later. You should prepare first. What do you do with those people you have?"

Thomas pointed to the soldiers outside and said.

"Let them stay with you for now. It is not suitable for me to take these soldiers to your king.
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