Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister
Chapter 633What to put on

Seeing Freddie put his own money on the contract, Mr. Jones immediately sighed with relief and couldn't hide his joy, saying: "Good, good, since the contract has been signed, we are also relieved, here you two put the contract away, don't lose it, this is an important thing, don't keep it well."

Freddie looked at the smiling Mr. Jones, can not help but some jealousy, you just signed a word, enough to earn tens of millions of dollars, when something happens, Darren will also put the account on my head.

But he was also helpless, in order to trap Darren, you have to go through Mr. Jones, but the thought that he also earned more than 20 million, his heart also feel better, this time is also worth it, so he raised a glass, towards the two happy said: "Come, celebrate the success of our contract successfully signed, also wish us a happy cooperation in advance. "

What! Mr. Jones looked at Freddie Hsu's happy face and couldn't help but feel pity for him. He has lost 2.5 billion, all of which he paid for himself.

It's not you who pitted Darren, it's Darren who pitted you. How can you be so stupid? How could you choose to be his enemy, a 100-meter race, he let you ninety meters you are not necessarily a rival. "Mr. Hayes, don't worry, our cooperation will be very pleasant." Darren said with a wry smile at the corner of his mouth and a slightly deeper meaning.

Freddie did not care, but aside Mr. Jones looked a little cold, this kind of person is too scary, the face is a little stiff in the face, the words also turned pale, he raised his glass to hide his inner fear: "Come, raise a glass, raise a glass."

After the meal, Freddie was so diligent to take Mr. Jones home, he already saw Mr. Jones as the god of wealth in his eyes, so he made 20 million dollars, how could he not treat Mr. Jones with respect and good attitude.

Darren looked at the backs of the two, at this time more feel Freddie like a lapdog, browbeating Mr. Jones, Darren shrugged, ridiculous people ah, I wonder when something happens, you will not be like today, smileable.

Darren then called in to have soup made for Catherine, cooked the meal, and delivered it himself.

Catherine was by herself in the ward watching TV leisurely, letting out light bell-like laughter from time to time, click, the door of the ward was opened, Catherine looked towards the door of the room, and Darren came into her sight.

Darren was carrying a thermos bucket in his left hand and several bento boxes in his right hand, striding unhurriedly. Catherine somehow suddenly looked at Darren, her face turned red and her body shuddered.

Darren's eyebrows knitted slightly, the footsteps can not help but speed up, before approaching, only to hear a poof, Catherine laughed out loud, followed by a burst of laughter.

Catherine's fiendish laughter echoed throughout the room, and Darren looked at Catherine like a child looking at the animals inside the zoo, and did not make a sound.

Seeing Darren's expressionless face, Catherine also felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, and forced herself to stop, looking at Darren like a child who had made a mistake and was good. Darren was just a little curious, "What's so funny to you?"

"No......

nothing." Hearing Darren ask, Catherine replied evenly.

Darren put the bento in his hand on the table, turned his head and said, "Say it or not? No dinner if you don't."

"I'm sick, how can you not feed me." Catherine was a little aggrieved, pouting her own little mouth and rolling her eyes.

"Oh? So you think I'm joking?" Darren asked with a questioning tone as he took two steps forward.

Catherine saw Darren's serious face, not half joking, Shan replied, "No, it's not, I just thought the way you carried the bento was special."

"How is that special?" Darren then pressed.

"It's...... just a bit of a home-cooker." Catherine shrugged her head, some panic replied, a look to kill to death all listen to the meaning, she wanted to make up a false story, but afraid to be pierced. This silly girl has such a rich imagination.

"Homemaker?" Darren asked rhetorically with a smile.

Catherine scowled and stole a glance at Darren and was relieved to see that Darren was unwrapping his lunchbox.

"What! Still not getting out of bed? Do you want to do something with me in a hospital bed!?" Darren had an evil smile on his face, as if he wanted to put Catherine on the spot.

Catherine listened with fear, jumped off the bed at once, panicked and put on her shoes and ran over.

A hint of cunning flashed in Darren's eyes and he said with slight displeasure, "What! Am I scary?"

Catherine nodded instinctively and said in her mind, "What do you think? You are a Demon King, bullying me when you want to bully me, when there is nothing to put aside to dry. You still can't realize it yourself? Humph, Demon King."

Catherine only felt a cold body at this time, looked up and found Darren was looking at himself, there was a gleam of coldness in his eyes, Catherine's heart chanted Amitabha Buddha, she actually said what was in her heart.

And finally he was heard by him, what to do, what to do? I hope he doesn't count.

"No, no, you're not scary at all, you're gentle and take care of me and I love it." Catherine explained in a panic.

Darren naturally knew that Catherine was putting herself off, but there was still some joy in his heart; no matter what, she was pleasing herself. For some reason, Darren's heart was a little blocked. Then Darren said grimly, "Come over for dinner."

Catherine, as if relieved, rushed over, afraid of being slow to cause Darren's displeasure again, and as she approached, she smelled a smell of alcohol, and she looked to Darren and asked cautiously, "Have you...... you been drinking?"

Darren didn't answer, and the bento on the table was all opened. Darren used a small bowl, scooped a bowl of chicken soup out, and after putting the spoon in, put it in front of Catherine: "Eat it." Catherine looked at the chicken soup in the insulated bucket and then asked, "You had this chicken soup specially made by someone, right?"

Darren looked disgusted and replied with no good grace, "Just eat, don't talk so much."

Catherine glared at Darren unconvincingly, why so fierce? It's obvious that you care about me, but you have to pretend that you don't care. The person is so old, still so inconsistent, really convinced you. But Catherine did not dare to say it out loud, she only dared to mutter quietly in her heart, if Darren knew it was not necessarily how it was, she did not dare to take such a big risk.