Capítulo 1886: Chapter 1886: The Hungry Restless Little Wolfdog
Butler Santana cooks quickly and tastes good.
However, after about half an hour, a text from Sylvan Cheney ca through: Where’s the food?
Even through the screen, Jasmine Yale could feel his anger.
Jasmine Yale: Almost ready. If you’re really hungry, gnaw on your fingers.
Sylvan Cheney: You can leave tomorrow.
Jasmine Yale: …
Jasmine knew he must be very irritable. At this mont, Sylvan Cheney seed like a little hungry puppy running in circles in Jasmine’s eyes.
As Jasmine was texting, Butler Santana was already busy packing up.
“Miss Yale, be careful on the road. The dishes are hot and should be eaten hot.” Butler Santana advised, “If you’re hungry, you can also have so. I just made a lot, and your friend definitely can’t finish it all alone.”
“Okay.” Jasmine answered cheerfully.
It slled delicious.
Of all the dishes, he loved the fried tofu the most.
Wonder if he still loves it now.
Jasmine carried the tightly packed bag and got back into the driver’s seat of the Maybach.
It was already past ten at night, and the surroundings were quiet, with only the wind rustling the leaves.
The car sped away like the wind.
She was busy all the way, but she still felt happy and didn’t mind that it was an effort with no expected outco.
She suddenly understood Yukon Carbon a little.
Yukon Carbon was also very good to her, so good that he didn’t mind anything.
But she, ultimately, would let him down.
Her heart was too small, so small that… it could only hold one person, no more than that.
A starry sky and a bright moon, a vast firmant.
Inside Financial City, it was quiet.
Jasmine Yale wished ti would slow down; nights like this belonged only to her and him.
Office.
Sylvan Cheney couldn’t rember how many cigarettes he’d smoked, but the stuffiness and irritation in his chest couldn’t be suppressed.
The headache was faint, and his stomach was uncomfortably hungry. He was in a state of extre irritability, on the verge of breaking out.
He kept checking his watch, but that little liar just kept brushing him off!
Every ti he texted to ask “how much longer,” she would only reply with “almost.”
Later, when he asked again, she simply stopped replying.
Sylvan Cheney suppressed his irritability, his face extrely dark and unpleasant looking as he took a deep drag of his cigarette.
Smoke enveloped his face, and the whole office was filled with the sll of smoke.
The computer was still on, the screen emitting a faint glow.
He finished another cigarette.
Sylvan Cheney, exasperated, directly called her: “Where are you? Hmm? Buying sothing takes this long?”
Jasmine Yale was just parking, feeling quite wronged: “It hasn’t been too long, wait five minutes, five minutes. You know, pregnant won move more slowly.”
“I think it’s your brain that’s slow!”
“…” Jasmine Yale really wanted to sprinkle a handful of mustard in his dish!
After hanging up the phone, Jasmine Yale took the elevator upstairs.
Like serving an ancestor.
A look of displeasure appeared on Jasmine Yale’s little face.
The night was still the night, and by the ti she stood in front of the office door, she was already sweating from all the busyness.
She opened the door and was choked by the smoke inside: “Cough cough, cough cough, how many cigarettes did you smoke? Don’t you know smoking is bad for your health? Really not taking responsibility for yourself. If you can’t be responsible for yourself, how will you be responsible for your family and the company in the future.”
“Nagging.” Sylvan Cheney frowned but still went to open the window and the purifier, putting out his cigarette.
Jasmine Yale placed the food on the empty table.
Butler Santana had prepared two bowls of white rice, which looked very tempting. She was also hungry.
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