Chapter 37 The story of a six-dollar hot pot

Frances Louis doesn’t mind using the spoon I used, and my face blushes.

The boss looks at us, trying to hold his smile. He might think that Frances Louis and I are lovers.

Although I feel too intimate to share a spoon with him, I am embarrassed to ask the boss to give me
another one.

Frances Louis returns the spoon to me. I look at the remaining half of the Fried rice, don’t know what to
do.

“Just eat, it tastes not good if it gets cold.”

The uncle urges, not knowing whether he does it on purpose or not.

However, I can’t let him lose face. So I have to bite the bullet and continue to eat, and I don’t dare to
look at the expression of Frances Louis.

Finally, I finish the remaining half of the meal, and call the boss to pay the bill.

“Six dollars, two dollars more than before.” The boss takes the money from my hand and says that he
would go back to accompany his wife and children. Therefore, I feel embarrassed to stay longer and
leave with Frances Louis.

After walking two steps, Frances Louis suddenly asks me, “have you heard the story of a six-dollar hot
pot?”

Of course, I have.

And this joke caused the laughter of our dormitory for a month.

What does he mean by saying this to me out of the blue?



“What do you want to say?” I purse my lips, looking at Frances Louis.

“I’d like to say, I can also sell my body to you. No matter how many times one night.”

The deeper his voice is, the more seductive it is.

I don't know how he manages to say such shameless words.

I stare at him and say angrily, “I'm going home. suit yourself.”

Then, a car stops by. I stop it, open the door and get in.

Behind me comes the voice of Frances Louis.

“Jane Noyes, you will come to me. And that day will come soon.”

I don't know how Frances Louis could say this with such confidence. I would recognize him as being
insane. I don’t want to talk to him and got into the car.

When I get home, Steven Song hasn’t come back yet.

Probably he is picked up by a sophisticated woman after drinking. Anyway he can't suffer loss, so I
don’t care much about him.

Finally, I wash off the alcoholic smell on my body. Before going to bed, I still take some anti-allergy
medicine, after all, I have to go to work tomorrow, I can’t disfigure my face.

The next morning, when I get up and walk out of the room, I see Steven Song sitting on the couch with
a blank look on his face.

“What are you doing?” I ask him.



“I seem to have drunk too much last night. I can't remember what happened afterwards.” He says
blankly.

“So, how did you come back this morning?”

“When I woke up, I was lying on a big hotel bed. I was alone, but I had nothing on and the sheets were
so untidy. There must be something happened last night.” He rubs his head, but couldn't remember
anything.

“Relax. As long as ten months later, there is no woman holding a child to recognize the father, then it
will be fine. Come on, let’s go to work.”

I grab Steven Song into the car. I hurry to the company and start my work.

When I am busy working like a bee, my phone suddenly rings.

It’s my mother. I think she has forgotten that she has me as her daughter.

Finally, I can’t ignore her. I hesitate for a moment, and pick up the phone.

“Jane, your brother is in trouble!”


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