C5 Her Husband's Wife Was 'dwight 4

The man thought for a moment and nodded. "I know this boss. He is a friend of mine. He would come over to eat with me occasionally."

Irene was surprised. The boss must have bought his car.

His wording was quite interesting. It was high and mighty...

The man somehow felt that her expression was a little strange. Her eyes that said "I know everything, stop pretending" made his back feel cold.

He asked without batting an eyelid, "Miss Rodriguez, what do you have to do at home?"

"Going for a walk with my parents, and walking the dog." She also talked about her blind date.

In the end, they all ended up quarrelling.

The man saw that she was displeased, so he stopped asking.

The two of them quietly ate. Irene was not used to eating rice, so she felt that the braised pork was too greasy.

For someone like her who used to be a top student and was not fat, she would feel dizzy if she ate too much oil. Once she felt dizzy, she would not be able to think.

Fortunately, there was red wine that could ease the greasiness.

Irene, who had a salary of 300,000 yuan per year, felt like a country bumpkin when she held a Lafite.

A small mouthful of wine cost more than 100 yuan, and a glass of wine cost more than 1,000 yuan. She drank it carefully, wishing that she could drink a mouthful of water from a well and slowly drink it at home.

She was not drinking wine, but money!

The man was very good at taking care of others. Seeing that Irene was drinking so seriously, the corner of his mouth unconsciously curled up. When she drank half of it, he would add more wine for her.

The man had only taken two sips of the red wine, but Irene had already finished half of it. There was not much left in the bottle.

It was unknown whether it was because of the smell of the wine or because she was embarrassed, but her face slowly turned red.

The thing Irene hated the most in her life was owing people. She owed people favors, owed people money, and she would repay them with one or even two points.

Due to this mentality, she pretended to be natural and stood up. "I'll go to the bathroom."

"Miss Rodriguez, feel free." The man's indifferent face was obviously much gentler than when he had just entered the door. He nodded at her politely.

Irene washed her face and put on makeup again. Then she quietly called for the waiter to pay for the bill.

Half a year's salary was gone in the blink of an eye. Irene almost cried in the bathroom.

She took a few deep breaths before she returned to her seat. When she faced the man again, she could not laugh, as if she had lost blood.

"Miss Rodriguez, what's wrong? If you have something to say, you can tell me. Maybe I can help." The man promised.

Irene glanced at his pocket and silently complained, "Your wallet is so small, you can't help me."

She swore that she would never have a second meal with this man!

She did not want the man to not pay for the meal and force her to stay in the restaurant to wash the dishes!

She said a few perfunctory words and ate all the steak and drank all the red wine.

The man's dark and deep gaze swept across the bright plate in front of her. He paused for a moment, and the light in his eyes lit up again.

"Mr. Moore, I have to work overtime tonight. You see..." Irene paused and didn't say anything else. She wanted to leave.

The man raised his eyebrows and snapped his fingers, calling for the waiter to pay for the bill.

"Uh, Mr. Moore, I've already paid for the bill. I'll treat you to this meal," Irene said.

The man's calm eyes revealed a hint of surprise. "You said I would treat you."

Then, his eyes gradually revealed a hint of scrutiny.

"I eat a lot, so it's only right for me to pay for the bill." Irene was confident and didn't care what he thought.

She thought the man would reveal an excited and happy expression, but he didn't. He only looked at her as if she had done something wrong.

He didn't say anything else and left the restaurant with Irene. "I'll send Miss Rodriguez home."

He pressed the electronic lock and stood in front of a clean and bright car.

The city was seriously polluted, and the cars on the road were not as clean and bright as those in TV dramas. Most of the cars on the road were covered in dust, such as Irene's car, which had been parked at the company's building for a whole day.

However, the man's car was as bright as a new car that had just been driven out of the workshop.

Hehe, it's not a new car that hasn't been sold yet.