"You got something on your head." James explained, and then stopped the car in front of a seafood restaurant.
Angela liked to eat seafood, but was not good at peeling shrimps and crabs. James glanced up at her, and put it on her plate after peeling it off.
"Just help yourself. You don't need to serve me." Angela said.
James raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, "I have to go back to the company later, but you are eating too slowly."
"Just go back first after you finish eating." Angela frowned slightly as she watched more and more shrimp and crab meat on the plate--
James was indeed much faster than her.
"Then leave you alone?" James took out the tissue and wiped his hands gracefully, "I won't do this to ordinary partners, let alone my girlfriend."
They finished their meal and left the restaurant together.
"If you are in a hurry, you can go back to the company. I'll take a taxi and go home." Angela didn't like to trouble others, no matter what the relationship between that person and her was.
James opened the door of the co-pilot, took her by the hand, and stuffed her into the car.
"Taking a taxi here is very convenient." Angela grabbed the door and didn't get into it.
James put his hands on the roof of the car, encircled her, and leaned slightly, "It's almost time for work. Violet doesn't like people who leave halfway. Are you sure you want me to go now?"
"Why are you telling me now?" Angela looked at his handsome face. After freezing for a moment, she asked.
James smiled lightly, pushed her into the car, and closed the door. He got in the car and started it before saying, "If I had said it earlier, would you still eat with me?"
Angela pursed her lips. If she knew, she would return to the company as soon as possible.
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