Chapter 102 Awakening
"Miss, it is too dangerous to come out alone at night. I hope you will remember this lesson in the future." Fred preached with a serious face.
Civet cat looked at his body pushed away by him and was stunned!
This man pushed her away!
Good, he succeeded in attracting his own attention.
"I know," civet cat wronged Baba said: "This time really thank you very much, I also don't know what to take in return for you, if you don't abandon..."
Before she finished speaking, Fred interrupted her: "It's getting late. Where is your home? I'll send you home first."
Civet cat: "…"
She bit her lip and tried to show her facial features in Fred's sight.
"I, I don't have a home," the civet cat began to lie pitifully. "Can I go back with you first?"
She clearly saw Fred's brow twist.
Civet cat hurriedly said: "You can rest assured that I will not live for nothing. I will wash clothes and cook for you, OK?"
Fred sighed and rubbed his eyebrows. "That's not what you mean. We are lonely. Aren't you afraid?"
"What am I afraid of?" Civet cat said quickly.
After that, she found that she seemed to be too eager. She quickly began to pretend again: "As long as you give me a place to live, you can rest assured that I will definitely move out when I find a job, and it won't bother you too much, okay?"
She winked and begged to look at him.
Fred suddenly felt a headache.
After a long time, he could only nod: "OK, come with me."
Civet cats slowly compared a "yeah" in their hearts.
Five days later, Mr Cole finally came out of the little shack, and his face was tired, as if he had aged five years in an instant.
Dallas and his family stayed at the door day and night.
Seeing this, he greeted him: "How's it going, Mr Cole? Is she getting better?"
"Why don't I feel at ease when I go out?" Mr Cole glared at her because she was dissatisfied with her doubts about her medical skills.
Jackson breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. I still miss not feeling the'cordial greetings' from the boss for so many days."
Su Mo hurt him: "You just owe scolding."
"It's basically stable," Mr Cole said. "The rest is going to be repaired and recuperated. She's gone to hell this time."
As he spoke, Mr Cole sighed and looked a little serious. "If William Bryan lets this happen to my precious apprentice again in the future, I will never let two people together again!"
At the moment, William Bryan, who is in the top floor office of the company, feels a coolness in his back for no reason.
Nolan Sutton is reporting the company's profit this quarter.
Obviously, William Bryan doesn't care about it. In his position, almost no one can bring him down.
Seeing that William Bryan was absent-minded, Nolan Sutton muttered, "What's the matter with you, president?"
Do you miss young mistress again?
During this time, Charlee Ford was away, and William Bryan seemed to have lost his soul.
Although he may not even know it himself.
William Bryan came to his senses and shook his head. "Nothing."
I don't know what's going on in doctor Cole, Charlee. Has she woken up? If so, why hasn't she come back yet?
When Nolan Sutton saw it, he was silent for a moment and sighed: "president, the outside world is saying that young mistress has... Do you want to hold a press conference to clarify?"
The color of William Bryan is condensed.
After a long time, he shook his head: "No need."
When Charlee Ford comes back, the rumor will break without attacking.
Just when they were silent, the office phone rang again.
The voice of the little girl at the front desk sounded cautious: "president, Miss Long is here again."
William Bryan frowned.
For the sake that Lydia Collins is a dragon's family, he has always treated her with courtesy and politeness.
But this woman is really annoying. This is the fourth time she has come to the company to find him this month.
There are even some rumors in the company that Lydia Collins will become the next the Bryans young mistress.
William Bryan rubbed his eyebrows with a touch of impatience in his eyes. "I see, let her come up."
The front desk relayed William Bryan's words to Lydia Collins.
Lydia Collins raised his chin proudly.
She walked into William Bryan's office, sat down on the sofa, and put the insulation box in her hand on his desk.
"What are you doing here again?" William Bryan asked with a cold face.
Lydia Collins opened the insulation box and took out the contents one by one: "I see that you are too busy to eat, so you want to cook something to eat and send it over. Do you like to eat these?"
However, William Bryan didn't lift his eyelids, and obviously he wasn't interested in what was inside.
"Take it away. No eating in the office." His relentless refusal.
Lydia Collins paused, and the soup in his hand spilled on his suit pants.
Lydia Collins's face turned red, and he quickly pulled out the paper to wipe the soup on his trousers.
But before her hand touched his trousers, his wrist was firmly grasped by him.
There is a thin cocoon on the pulp of a man's fingers, which grinds her skin coarsely.
William Bryan threw Lydia Collins away: "Miss Long, please respect yourself."
His little thoughts were punctured in public, and he was rejected so straightforwardly. Lydia Collins's face was naturally not very good-looking.
She mumbled her lips and made a delicate and pitiful look: "William, I just want you to reconsider my previous proposal. I have the Collins behind me, which will definitely bring you a lot of help. Besides, I have two in my hand now..."
"No need." William Bryan refused her bluntly.
"I agree to come here today, but I also want to tell you that I don't need it, and Charlee is fine. My young mistress will only be her. Don't waste your energy in the future." William Bryan said indifferently.
Calm and self-sustaining is his consistent style.
It's just that these qualities disappear when they meet Charlee Ford.
Lydia Collins looked pale and was thrown out by William Bryan.
She clenched her hands, looked at the insulation box in her hand, and threw it into the trash can in a fit of pique.
Since he didn't want to listen to his good words, she had to be hard.
Anyway, as long as the goal is achieved.
Thought of here, Lydia Collins bit his teeth, took out his mobile phone and made a phone call.
After confirming that his goal had been achieved, Lydia Collins finally showed a determined smile on his face.
On the other side, Charlee Ford lies on a thatched bed.
Twelve silver needles were pricked into her head, and sweat flowed uncontrollably from her head, soaking her clothes before long.
Charlee Ford frowned, his face was painful, and he obviously didn't sleep well.
Her mouth also murmured some words: "Don't... dad... mom..."
I don't know how long after, her hands suddenly tightened, her face flashed a heavy pain color, and then slowly opened her eyes.