Fall in Love After the Flash Marriage novel Chapter 84

The atmosphere inside the car is stiff, and there is a camera set on the copilot focusing on Amelia. As for the driver, he looks bored.

Jenny kicks Amelia, smiles, and whispers in her ear, “Stop talking. The camera’s on.”

Amelia sticks out her tongue with a playful look, grins, and nods.

She points to the co-pilot’s camera, and says seriously, “At this point, I’m posing as your best friend, right?”

“Or you can be a troublemaker who needs my help.”

“Jenny...How can you say that...” Amelia hugs her arm and shakes, acting like a spoiled child, “Now that I’ve beaten Jessica to become your chief confidant, and it’s not a matter of time to make friends, but it’s a matter of character and personality...”

“Amelia...” Jenny hurries to interrupts Amelia. Then She looks at her, and turns to the camera.

Generally speaking, she is hinting at the cameraman to delete that part.

Then Carl makes an Ok gesture and says nothing.

Amelia wants to say something, but Jenny gives her another kick and a wink to hint her.

“Well, I’m hungry. Take me to dinner.” Amelia says, “I’d like to eat Chinese food. Do you know where a real Chinese restaurant is?”

Jenny thinks for a moment, “Of course.”

Though Jenny does not know, but someone should know.

...

Luke is sitting at the table in the first military complex of Beijing, shaded by trees. The nurse brings the soup to the table, and people around the table do not say a word.

“Well, let’s start.”

The man in the south-facing position says coldly, and then all people pick up the chopsticks.

The man who speaks looks to be in his early sixties with a very strong body and full of breath in his voice. From the features carved on the blade of the knife, it can be found some handsome temperaments, but those temperaments have been reshaped by time into today’s calm and coldness.

“Luke, have more soup,” Tracy says softly, as she is holding a spoon and looking at Luke, “Mrs. Zhou has been cooking the soup for a long time. It’s very good for your health.”

“Can’t he do it by himself?” Alex says coldly, staring at Tracy’s hand holding the spoon.

After a while, Tracy says, “You should drink more soup.”

“He is an adult. And he knows what he’s supposed to do. You don’t need to teach him how to eat.”

Luke just glances at Tracy and says nothing. He holds a bowl of rice in his hand, picks up the food on his plate in front of him and chews slowly.

But such dinners are like a cold machine doing mechanical and numbing repetitions.

The table is full of people, but no one says a word, and the noise of eating is very low.