中午是你有时间参加，晚上是新的内容，

中午是你有时间参加，晚上是新的内容，

結果 (越南文) 1:

Buổi trưa là lúc bạn có thời gian tham gia, buổi tối là nội dung mới,

結果 (越南文) 2:

Marcus decided to change the subject when Justin stared at them, clearly trying to get them to shut up. “Justin, when are you leaving for the London show?”

“In three days. I’ll be gone for almost two weeks, so I was hoping you could bring my mail in and water my plants.”

“Sure.”

“He has so many interviews and events booked.” Emmett looked proud.

“Good thing you’re such a people person,” Brian mocked Justin.

“I wish I could come with you, but of course Teddy chose this month to get married.”

“It’s okay, Em. You promised him you’d take care of everything a long time ago.”

“Will you be there?” Marcus asked Brian.

“Where?”

“At the wedding.”

“No. I guess you don’t invite your boss to your big day.” Brian turned to Justin. “How many are you showing?”

“Twelve.”

“Not bad.” Brian clinked his glass with Justin’s.

They offered to help clean up, but both Emmett and Marcus assured them they were happy to do it by themselves.

Justin put his jacket on and waited for Brian so they could leave together. “My hand . . . it’s a long story involving a baseball bat and a homophobe.”

Brian winced at the pictures flashing before his eyes. “Your dad?”

“No, he just punched me in the face. If you’re interested, I’ll share the bat story with you one day.”

Brian leaned against his car. “Want a ride?”

“I live right over there.” Justin pointed to a building on the other side of the street. “And my studio is in the house next to Marcus’s apartment.”

“I’m going on a business trip to New York in a couple of weeks.”

“Are you looking for new clients?”

“Just sucking up to the ones who are already on board.” Brian brushed a strand of Justin’s hair behind his ear.

“Brian, what are we doing?”

“Don’t.” Brian stepped closer and rested his forehead against Justin’s. “Don’t ask because I don’t know.” He ran his hands down Justin’s arms, gripping his hands when they met.

Justin squeezed Brian’s fingers. Then he turned and walked away.

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“Gus!”

“Hi, Grandma Deb.”

“To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Gus insisted on eating at that cool place again.”

“You’ve got good taste.”

Gus nodded. “I want a hamburger and a glass of water.” He glared at Brian. “He only lets me drink Coke on Saturdays and Sundays.”

Debbie shook her head at Gus, making sure he knew how bad she felt for him. “And you?”

“Egg white omelet with a side salad.”

“Brian!” Mikey came running towards him. “What are you doing here?”

“Feeding my son.”

“Oh, hi!” Michael waved at Gus. “I’m Michael.”

“I’m Gus.”

“I knew your dad when he was young.”

“Really?” Gus’s eyes glittered at the thought of learning secrets about his dad.

“He was really smart in school, but he was also in a lot of trouble.”

“He was?”

“Oh, yes! This one time he learned how to make synthetic—”

“Mikey!” Brian stopped him. “He’s too young for that particular story.”

“Am not!”

Michael sensed trouble and changed direction. “I own a comic book store. Do you like comics?”

“Uh-huh. I can read them my

結果 (越南文) 3:

Anh có thời gian tham dự vào buổi trưa, và một nội dung mới vào ban đêm,