Don’t Mess With the Rock Chicks

Chapter 363

The friend Bowen was talking about was Jolene.

She is very good at eating, and has all kinds of weird ways to

eat.

Today’s crabs are very big. Jolene likes to eat male crabs. She knows that Bowen doesn’t like crabs, so she ordered one.

She was about to bring it over, but Bowen took the crab straight into his plate, and began to slowly unravel the crab with his head down.

He broke open the crab body, poured ginger vinegar into the crab shell full of crab paste, and handed it to Jolene.

She took it and said thank you, and while eating, she glanced at Bowen who was continuing to peel the crab.

Could it be that he wants to peel it for himself?

Sure enough, he removed the crab legs and put them into Jolene’s bowl.

She could only pretend to be flattered: “Mr. Evert, no need, I will do it myself.”

“Don’t do it, so you don’t get your hands dirty.” While peeling crabs, he seemed to be chatting with her: “Jane hasn’t married yet, has she?”

“No.”

“Does Jane have a boyfriend?”

“Not yet, Mr. Evert has a good introduction?”

He raised his head and glanced at her: “There are no good men around me.”

He picked the crab’s meat with the tip of the crab’s legs, and the snow–white crystal clear meat fell sparsely on the plate, and added: “Including myself.”

Now that we’ve talked about this, Jolene has to be polite to him: “Where is it, Mr. Evert is a good man, I heard that you have a long relationship.”

“Like?” He stopped and looked at her.

“For example.” Jolene’s heart was broken, and there was nothing she couldn’t say: “I heard that you still miss your first love, may I ask if your first love broke up or…”

“She passed away, many years ago.” Bowen pursed his lips and smiled. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“For so many years, I still have the person who passed away in my heart, which is really dedicated.”

“The dead are gone.” He handed the rest of the crabmeat to Jolene, suddenly looked her in the eyes and said, “If everyone says that, then if I fall in love with someone else, I’m not dead.” The name of a scumbag?”

Originally, Jolene could ask him casually, but who is Mr. Evert in love with now?

He also felt that she should be just a stranger to him now, so don’t make superficial words.

She changed the topic: “How could Mr. Evert be a scumbag? You have a deep affection for your assistant.”

He looked at her deeply, making Jolene feel a little guilty.

She scolded herself secretly in her heart, is she a cheap. mouth, it’s not good to say something, why do you have to bring this up?

After all, could it be that she hasn’t completely given up on Bowen?

She was so annoyed that she wanted to bump her head to death.

People are really contradictory animals, and they have made such a deliberate effort to escape him.

But now sitting in front of him, and doing everything possible to find out what he thinks.

Jolene smiled self–deprecatingly, didn’t speak any more, and lowered her head to concentrate on eating her food.

It’s better not to talk, too many mistakes.

Bowen had two glasses of wine, she ate a crab and a bunch of vegetables, and dinner was almost over.

After eating, she habitually called the waiter to prepare the bill. In the past, whether she and Bowen ate alone or with customers, she was the one who paid the bill. Of course, she can reimburse the meal expenses every month.

But she responded when she called someone over.

These habits had been drilled into her bones.

She is really servile.

So, before taking out her phone, she temporarily changed her words: “Please pack, thank you.”