“Here are the documents. You can have a look by yourself. This is an imported car, just the paint needs
six hundred thousand dollars, plus the repair of the body, the freight back and forth, and a lot of costs
you don’t understand, I ask exactly how much it costs.”
I go through the documents one by one and find that it is exactly the same as what Frances Louis says.
Now, my whole person wither down.
It seems that the dream of paying back less money has been dashed.
“I'll pay you back. Thank you for helping me tonight. I'll treat you to dinner someday.”
“Today is the day.”
I am just saying it casually, but Frances Louis takes it seriously and locks the doors, leaving me no
chance to escape.
Damn him, how could he be so scheming!
I am a poor working people, and have to be exploited by such a rich man.
But the words have been said, and if I regret, it would make me look not generous.
I just hope that he would not eat me into bankrupt.
“What do you want to eat?” I clutch my purse and ask him in a low voice.
“I heard that the fried rice is good near No.2 middle school. Let's go there.”
Then Frances Louis drives there, not giving me a chance to say no.
But how much does Fried rice cost? Does he look down upon me, thinking I have no money?!
I don't want to argue with Frances Louis, because when he says Fried rice, I really also feels hungry.
I studied in No. 2 middle school in high school. My favorite food then was the Fried rice next to the
school. My family didn’t give me much living expenses, so I almost ate Fried rice for three meals a day.
The boss and I got to know each other, and my Fried rice were basically more than half of the others. I
usually ate half of it at noon and then the other half at night.
Speaking of Fried rice, my mouth is watering.
When we arrive, the boss is ready to close the store for the night.
When Frances Louis and I go in, he stares at us and recognizes me.
“It's you, you have grown into such a beautiful girl! Still like before?!”
I nod, watching this old man making Fried rice skillfully according to my preferences, suddenly I want to
cry.
Those young memories also come up.
Frances Louis sits at the opposite of me, not frowning at all because this chophouse is small and
messy.
In my opinion, he, being a rich man and can suffer this, is rare and good.
The boss serves up the Fried rice, which is still a huge plate.
I grab my spoon and have a taste. It tastes just like before.
“Good?” Frances Louis opposite suddenly asks me.
I nod.
Next second, the spoon is grabbed by him.
He grabs a spoon and put the Fried rice in his mouth.
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