"Irish, I can accompany you to eat something else with you." He was not very interested in fried stuff.
Irish looked at him and said, "At least you should understand the suffering of the common people that you don't like."
Joseph was helpless.
The boss quickly took three dishes, and she said to Bruce in her spare time. "Look, this is my boss. I've been dismissed inhumanly."
"Irish." Joseph was speechless.
Bruce was not a muddle-headed person. Although Irish called Joseph boss, Joseph looked into Irish's eyes and that intimate address, letting everyone understand what was going on, then he smiled, "In this case, it is really your fault, girl, you punish him for eating a few more sausages as a compensation."
Soon, Joseph also had to eat, saying to Irish, "Okay, I'll eat as long as you can calm down." He took a toothpick, took a piece of fried sausage, and ate it.
Irish left him alone.
She looked at him quietly and saw that his expression was slightly wrenched, and her heart was somewhat relieved by the displeasure which had just begun to rise.
"Girl, well, I'm talking to this handsome man. Although you order more, you make me happy, but who can eat nine pieces? I think it's almost done." Bruce said.
Irish thought and put three before Joseph, "Eat these, I'll forgive you."
Joseph certainly had to act on her terms and was afraid to bargain.
After eating the fried sausage, Irish went straight into the street, and Joseph did not know where she was going, always following her. On the way, he went into a small shop to buy gum and handed it to her.
Instead of refusing, she snatched the gum from his hand and slammed it into her mouth, catering to the slogan: "After dinner, chew it together."
Joseph saw that she was still in a temper, smiled and said nothing, letting her take gum to vent.
As a result, she walked all the way, and most of her gum was chewed. When the sweetness was gone, she threw it up in the trash and then put a lot into her mouth, like a child.
That was what Joseph looked at her. Of course, his phone rang many times, sure it was business. Irish listened, upset, and sat down at the gate.
Joseph answered the phone just as he walked, saw her stop, and assuredly continued to talk to the other end of the phone. She heard it was a social affair. Probably the man on the side was a governor or dealer.
She felt a little sour.
On the one hand, she hated his behaviour. On the other hand, she felt pain in his nervousness.
She knew how busy the Runestone Group was. As the group's general manager, he walked along with her in the street, and he has always been patient. He did not say sorry to her, but with practical action, he expressed his apologies.
This man she loved and hated. At that time, many people were waiting for the table. With so many companies nearby, the restaurant was so natural to be popular. Outside the restaurant were some chairs for people to wait, with drinks provided.
Irish asked the waiter for a number, and then many men came up to get the number. Finally, she found a place and poured a drink to wait.
After Joseph finished his phone call, he saw her sitting there drinking. He stepped forward, glanced at the sign, and sighed, "Irish, if you want to eat, I'll take you to a better restaurant. The food in this restaurant is very spicy, and you can't eat it.
"That's what you are. Are you used to being a leader? This is the right place for me. I know it! Isn't it too subjective for you to say it's not for me without asking?" Irish put the drink on the table and said angrily.
All the people waiting there looked in their direction.
It was not hard to imagine how stunning the women looked.
Joseph ignored that attention, and after she had finished venting, he found a chair to sit down face to face. He said, "We can't see ourselves clearly sometimes. Irish, you always do not eat spicily, and I know your physical condition. Restaurants on this street are not necessarily very clean. Eating too much food from here will make your stomach feel bad. Because I know you so well, I'll make some decisions for you. Yes, I admit that my approach is unique. In your eyes, I have also become a dictator, but you know, I get used to making decisions, so please give me time to get rid of this, give me a chance, okay?"
Irish closed her mouth and did not speak.
"Well, don't be angry. It's a very special time, and I don't want you to be put so much attention." Joseph gently clutched her hand, and his voice was always gentle.
The warmth of his palm passed through her fingertips and then down the veins of her heart.
"I'm just tired of walking." Irish glared at him and released her hand.
Joseph gently smiled, "Why do you get a number then?"
"Nonsense, if I don't take the number, how can I sit here to drink?" Irish was impatient.
Joseph was helpless and shook his head. "You… Honey, you must…."
Irish put the cup beside her and snorted at him, cutting his words, "I have eaten and drunk now. Sell my number."
"Ah?" Joseph was surprised, "What do you mean?"
She pointed, "Haven't you seen many people behind me? The number in my hand is before that in their hands."
Joseph sighed, "Give it to them."
"Why for nothing? Aren't you a businessman? Isn't it awesome? Go and sell the number." Irish's attitude was demanding.
Joseph was so furious and helpless, but he still got up and rubbed her head with his hand. Then he went to the last group with the number. Irish looked at them and then regretted it. There was a group of four girls.
As a result, it can be seen the four girls smile like roses, eager to pay Joseph.
In less than half a minute, Joseph came back with a hundred dollars, shaking at her, "Can you come with me now?"
Irish regretted, gnashing her teeth, "What did you say to them? You quickly sold the number!"
Joseph was puzzled, saying, "I only asked if they wanted to buy a number."
Irish thought in anger. Good-looking people were good. They could only ask, and the other side did not even question the price. Why? She thought it was just 20 bucks!
She got up and stared at him, "Go now!"
And then she turned away.
Joseph laughed and went straight to keep up.
When she passed the four girls, she heard them whispering, "How handsome was he? If only he were my boyfriend..."
Damn it!
Irish wanted to put a tape on their mouths!
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