My billionaire husband spoils me too much
Chapter 541

Chapter 541Crystal dragged her tired body back to the shared apartment. She was starved. It was her first day atwork today. Since she was poor in French, this job was difficult for her. However, in order to make aliving, she had to adapt to it.In fact, with her diploma and her previous work experience at the IP&G Group, she could easily replacea well-paid job in a big company at home.Crystal smiled bitterly. She was nearly 30 years old and chose to leave her hometown to replace a newway of life. It was really not a wise choice.“... Hold on. Hold on.” After walking through many alleys, her feet were sore. Crystal took a deepbreath and muttered to cheer herself up.The shared apartment was remote and it was located in the old city of Paris. She heard that this cityused to be the most prosperous area in the Napoleonic period, but it was a hundred years ago. Theemerging city was prosperous, but this area did not keep up with the pace of the times and wasgradually forgotten.Time can make people forget everything, including happiness and pain.Crystal suddenly thought of something and she was a little sad. She lowered her eyes and continuedto go up the stairs silently.The shared apartment was on the top floor, with four people sharing 120 square meters and threerooms. She and Camille were in the main bedroom. Emma mocked herself for being too fat and hadto occupy one room by herself, while Andrea had to have some private space for herself becauseshe often brought men back.Although it was late autumn, the top floor was still sultry after sunset, and it even was a little hot totouch the wall. In order to ventilate, they had to open the window. But if they opened the window,the mosquitoes, flies, rats, and ants in the dark alley could take the opportunity to get into theirhouse. Besides, they also heard that there was an extremely bad smell in the dark alley in summer.However, the rent here was cheap.Crystal was used to living a hard life since she was a child, and she had never complained about theenvironment.She was at a loss and walked with heavy steps. When she stepped on the old wooden stairs, thestairs creaked.“Miss Zhu, a man came to replace you today.”When the landlady heard the familiar sound of the stairs, she immediately poked her head out ofthewindow on the first floor and shouted at Crystal,The landlady was 83 years old. She lived alone, and she had no husband or children. She owned thislive-story old building and rented it out in separate rooms. Her income was very good, and she didnot have much contact with the tenants, but the old lady liked Crystal, a modest little girl.People around here felt that Crystal was very young, and she was very hardworking and helpfulThey had seen many women who were flamboyant on the streets of Paris, but they thought that amodest and low-key woman like Crystal was more charming.Crystal paused. “Who is it?” She only thought that the man had something to tell her.“The man only spoke English and he just said he wanted to replace a woman surnamed Zhu who renteda house on the top floor. So I guessed that he was here to replace you.” The landlady said.“Did he tell you his purpose?” Crystal was a little worried that it had something to do with her work.Some time ago, Crystal joked with Emma and the others that she wanted to open a restaurant withthem. Camille also said excitedly that they would make a fortune and move out of here together,and then live in a high-end house.Of course, that was just their dream. It was not easy to open a restaurant in Paris.First of all, they didn't have enough start-up funds, otherwise, they wouldn't have rented together insuch a shabby place. But they still had dreams, so Emma suggested that they could work in arestaurant first so that they could earn money and learn some experience in opening restaurants.restauranThe job Crystal got today was to work in the kitchen of a restaurant.The landlady looked at Crystal with a strange look. “... The man is tall and thin. He wears glasses andlooks gentle. He looks like a rich man.”In an instant, Crystal froze, and a familiar handsome face appeared in her mind.The landlady was experienced and knew that the man must have a deep relationship with Crystal.After thinking for a while, the landlady added, “... The man looked very anxious.”Crystal did not ask any more questions. After thanking the landlady in a low voice, she quicklywalked to the top floor of the shared apartment.“Crystal, why are you back so late?” As soon as Emma saw Crystal coming back, she enthusiasticallyhanded Crystal a big apple“It's the first day of work. I want to work late and familiarize myself with the environment as soon aspossible.”“Is there trouble at work?”Crystal smiled. “No, the job went well. Thank you for introducing me to this job. The boss is veryhumorous. I like this job very much.”“That's good.” Emma patted Crystal's shoulder happilyCamille walked out with pizza in her mouth and mumbled, “Crystal's personality is very popular withthe bosses.”Crystal was hardworking and honest. Of course, the boss liked such employees, unlike people herewho never worked overtime.Crystal stopped talking with them. She was a little tired today and wanted to take a bath.But Andrea rushed out of her room and stopped Crystal. “Crystal, who is the man who came to replaceyou today?”“What?”Emma and Camille immediately turned to look at them.Andrea raised her thick eyebrows and smiled flirtatiously. “This afternoon, a gentleman came to replaceCrystal. I saw his back from the window. He was very thin and looked sick, but his dark blue Armanisuit was the latest one. He is obviously a rich man.”“Tell us the truth!"Emma and Camille immediately became excited and surrounded Crystal. They didn't allow Crystal totake a bath and asked her repeatedly. “Who is that man?”Crystal smiled helplessly. She really didn’t want to mention it.Andrea said. “He definitely wants to date Crystal.”"Could it be Henry?”Emma wondered. “That guy told me he was going to confess to Crystal and asked me to help.”"How could Henry afford an Armani, not to mention that Henry is French. And he is tall and hairy..."“I know it,” Camille shouted. "When I went to work today, two guests asked which chef madetoday’s dishes and said they wanted to know the chef.”Camille now worked in the same restaurant as Crystal, Crystal worked in the kitchen, and Camilleworked as a waiter.It was stuffy on the top floor in the afternoon, and they were talking excitedly about who the man inArmani was.“He didn't leave his name. I didn't see him, and I didn't know who he was.” Crystal answeredhonestly. This was not a lie and she just didn’t want to make wild guesses.Besides, it might not be Chandler.Chandler was at home, and Crystal had never told her address to her relatives and friends, includingChristina. So the man should not be someone she had known before.Moreover, Chandler had received the divorce agreement Crystal had sent over, and he had signed it.So Chandler couldn’t have come all the way to look for her.That night, Crystal was preoccupied and ate a plate of tomato pasta. She lay back in bed andcouldn't sleep.The next morning, they found that Crystal was in a poor spirit and had dark circles under her eyes.And they asked her if she had encountered any difficulties in her life.Crystal sighed, but she didn't want to mention it.After thinking for a while, she felt that she was quite stupid. She couldn't sleep because of a guess.She had convinced herself to let go of the past, but it was not easy.She could be upset, but she had to work as usual and went to work in a hurry.Crystal stepped on the creaking staircase and hurried downstairs."... Crystal, I love you!"Henry was standing at the entrance of their rented building with a guitar in his left hand and a largebouquet of red roses in his right hand. He confessed to her boldly, “Ever since I first met you, myheart doesn’t belong to me anymore. God told me that you are the one I have to wait for. I fell inlove with you at first sight and couldn’t get over you. Please accept my love..."Crystal was shocked.Pedestrians and the neighbors of the building applauded enthusiastically.This was French “romance.Bullshit romance!At this moment, Chandler, who was standing at the corner of the old building, glared at thebouquet of roses, thinking that it was an eyesore. He had just divorced for less than a month, butthere was actually a brat who confessed to his ex-wife in public.

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