Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

Chapter 97:

I was a little startled when I heard her, her tone was too casual, as if she was using a claw machine to help me catch my favorite doll.

I smiled and shook my head: “Thank you, but I’m afraid I dare not accept it.”

“Why?” Her tone was like joking and real, but I kept both eyes on the road, and I couldn’t tell which one was from the look, “Don’t you want it?”

“Um…I don’t want it that much.” I changed. “There is no need to use it, and it is not economical. Counting the car ownership permit, I can see a car that costs at least S$300,000, and I If the same money is exchanged for our company’s stock…”

“Your company’s stock is indeed worth investing.” She seemed to be just chatting, “but I would say that you are not too much for a car with 300,000. If you want to buy a car, what would you choose? Porsche? AMG? ”

“I didn’t think about it.” I glanced at her. “I bought my first car only when I was a Ph.D., the 80,000-mile Lexus RX, it was a nightmare. I thought about buying it when I was still in company A. For the new car, the alternative at the time was the Forester.”

Miss Pan De laughed: “Too Ji.”

“What? I don’t say that others won’t know.” I touched her eyes, “I haven’t considered the car since I arrived in Singapore. Maybe like you said, a sports car will It’s a great choice. Your car gives me a good impression, but I can’t afford it, and for my current position, it’s still not suitable for such a luxury car.”

“You can,” Miss Pande said. “Soon you will have a good enough car.”

I paused and did not answer. Miss Pan De clearly meant something.

She may see that my face has changed, but she continues: “If you can be a little bit behaved. Whether I buy it for you or you pay the bill yourself, I will say that a 300,000 SGD car won’t be enough. Makes you think about it for too long.”

I changed gears.

The hand holding her was released.

“I thought we had already said that we would not talk about work in private time.” I tried to keep my tone calm.

Miss Pande was still lying halfway. Her two fingers, like a human walking, slowly jumped from my left hand to the forearm, to the elbow joint, maybe the distance was too far, and she tapped twice and then moved back, finally staying on mine. Back of the hand. Miss Pande’s fingers touched me gently, but I restrained and did not respond.

“Are you angry?”

“I think this is easy to understand.”

“Very well.” Her hand suddenly left. “Now you know how I feel.”

Her sudden indifference caused my fire to rise, no matter how depressing it was, it didn’t help. The rain was getting heavier, so I turned the steering wheel, parked the car on the side of the road, and said, “How do you feel?”

“How do you feel?” she asked back.

When the fire was turned off, I still didn’t look at her. Miss Pan De seemed to be tired of watching the rain, and her chair back bounced back to its original position.

I said: “I feel angry.”

“This is the beginning.”

“I feel disrespectful, I feel provoked,” I clasped my hands, tolerate my feelings, endure everything, “I feel like you are joking with what I value, and feel you…playing between my palms. Then I started to feel excitement unstoppable.”

She nodded: “What else?”

“There are also memories. Many, many pictures suddenly return to the focus of attention with anger. What I feel in the memory and what I hear-are all magnified. It seems that I can strip you off just by imagination. Clothes.” I unfastened my seat belt.

“Will you be angry with yourself for this?”

I did not answer her.

Tropical rainstorms are always crazy.

At first we couldn’t be regarded as kissing at all. Miss Pan De almost came here to bite me. She knew that I couldn’t be fortified, so she gnawed at me when I was most vulnerable. The sweet smell overflowed in an instant, and she licked my wound and bit me again.

This time she was much lighter, with a soothing touch, but it was more like proclaiming her own ownership.

Miss Pan De’s lipstick has a wonderful chocolate flavor.

I don’t know if she vented her anger: I didn’t. It should be said that my anger was replaced by something homogeneous before I knew it. When I noticed it, only the spreading sense of crisis remained.

It seems that someone is competing with me for the last breath of oxygen.

It seems that there is no such opponent at all-just myself, who has long been addicted to excitement.

Her fingers fit tightly to the roots of my hair. Miss Pande was gentle at this moment, but no one knew what would happen in the next second. I felt a squeeze in secret, as if the unturned gravel on a sand dune was blowing the shadow of the wind.

Secret waterways travel through the desert.

She took advantage of me.

I set fire to robbery.

Both of them were panting when they were separated, and the rain outside the car was heavy. I buttoned all the loose shirt buttons: “Is it better?”

She fastened her seat belt: “Drive your car.”

Silent answers flowed in the thin air.

It was just drinking poison to quench thirst.

I asked for leave the next day.

Friday is Haji Festival. It is a holiday. Ms. Pande and I originally planned to go to Sentosa for the weekend. A friend of mine lent her a villa with a beach. It’s a pity that she has a temporary job, and I can’t hide the disappointment, so I secretly made a note to Miss Pan De.

It’s a shame to say, but in order to ensure the perfect bikini effect, I haven’t eaten high-carb foods this week.

Lao Huang sighed, “It seems that this is the first time I have seen you eat potato chips?”

“It’s possible.” I said, and put a large piece into my mouth. “Do you think Katya will be angry?”

Katya is the second daughter of the boss. Every time I go to their house, she will treat me to snacks, and she will give me flowers from the yard—I don’t know why—but I have never really taken apart her snacks before.

“Isn’t it?”

“Rudra seems to have formulated a set of very strict snack management measures, and Katya is currently undergoing orthodontics, it may be difficult to get snacks.” I looked at him, “Don’t you understand? Pretending to be a gift for guests. , Bought it under this name, and then gave it to guests who would never eat it…”

Old Huang shook his head: “It didn’t happen in my childhood.”

“I haven’t experienced it either. But can’t you try to empathize?” I shook the half of the bag, “Would you like.”

Old Huang’s head shook like a rattle: “I’m’cleaning and gaining muscle’.”

I laughed at him: “Clean muscle gain is bullshit.”

“Clean muscle gain is very scientific!”

“Well, let me change my words.” I rolled my eyes. “Clean muscle gain will make you have no friends.”

Old Huang whispered, struggling for three to five seconds: “You are right. Give me a slice.”

He quietly turned his back, taking advantage of his sister-in-law and ate it.

The sun is very strong today, we hide under the umbrella on the terrace to enjoy the cool, only the boss who is not afraid of the sun is preparing his barbecue in the yard in full swing. The children are all playing games indoors. Today the eldest daughter of the eldest son went to find friends, and no one is the “Kid King”. Originally, I wanted to give up my life for justice and sacrifice, but as soon as I was about to emerge, the boss’s wife volunteered.

This is probably the living Bodhisattva.

The boss’s wife works as a technical expert in an oil company. She usually travels a lot and is busier than the boss. This year may be her most leisure time. Instead, I was her, and I would definitely avoid the opportunity to see five and a half older children in one go.

What a heroic mother.

Another heroic mother is working overtime with her back to us. I guess my sister-in-law has already heard the sound of Lao Huang chewing potato chips, so true love will choose to close one eye.

In Singapore, landed housing is a luxury. There are even fewer single-family houses with yards like the boss’s house. Most landed houses have parking spaces at the door, and there is no room for planting flowers and grass. His house is well, and there are two open-air parking spaces—although there are only two cars—and there is also a rare private lawn of 300 square feet, paved for the dogs of the elderly.

There was a khaki chihuahua rolling around on the lawn at this moment. I don’t know why it is so excited: maybe because it is busy but keeps an eye on its owner.

The boss cast an admiring look at Chihuahua.

According to the impression, the boss’s pet should be a Labrador-no matter how good it is, it must be a loyal and reliable dog such as a dachshund, not…not a Chihuahua.

In fact, I have gradually recovered from the huge shock of seeing the boss and his Chihuahua for the first time three years ago.

real.

The sun is too poisonous. The boss looked at the pet dog spreading joy on the lawn with satisfaction, and came towards us. Huang hurriedly took out a can of beer from the refrigerator and handed it over.

“What do you think of that car?” The boss snarled at the green postal sports car parked at the door.

It was a top-of-the-line Jaguar F-TYPE, and his wife gave him a souvenir gift for his new job.

“Very sexy.” Old Huang said.

It’s pretty burnt, not to mention I thought it was Kevin’s car.

“Very romantic.” I said.

“It is very suitable to replace the children’s college tuition.” The boss said.

All three of us laughed.

Old Huang touched my arm with his elbow: “Don’t you ask?”

“Ask what?” the boss said.

I took a breath and glared at Old Huang. He came to this set again, and it was him who was muttering about the car as soon as he took the initiative, but at the moment he said it as if I was the only one who was curious.

But the boss spoke up, I can never stand him there and argue with Lao Huang. I was a little embarrassed, and whispered, “Well, Rudra, what is the one on the front of the car?”

“Calendula,” he said as if it should be, “have you never seen it?”

“It’s rare to see anyone dressed in a wreath…” In fact, it’s the first time I’ve seen each other.

On the front face of that beautiful roadster, there is a whole bunch of yellow and white marigolds hanging on the grille. It feels a bit like an island area like Hawaii, the kind of wreath presented by locals to distinguished guests—just a version for cars.

How to say it, it looks very Indian at first glance.

“Oh,” the boss suddenly realized, “this car was only sent to the temple yesterday to finish purgah. I didn’t dare to drive on the road next week without purgah.”

Puja. I understood the word based on the context.

“Yes, do you make Puja for the car?” Old Huang stammered.

At this moment, Chihuahua barked and ran over excitedly.

“Yes.” The boss hugged the Chihuahua in his arms. It is hard to say which one is more eye-catching. The Chihuahua with his tongue sticking out almost next to the boss’s cheek, or the one who is soaked in mud and dirty by the chihuahua’s body. The short-sleeved, “It’s just for car blessing. Don’t you do it?”

Old Huang and I shook our heads slowly.

Huang Xiuwen was speechless at this moment. I bit my head and said, “I haven’t done it yet. I don’t have a car.”

The boss holding his pet dog is in a very good mood. He smiled rarely: “You will have a car.”

The car garland in the distance is very eye-catching.