Love Between A Cook And A Doctor novel Chapter 33

Before she entered the He Group, a familiar figure came over.

She suddenly stopped.

The man was dressed in a light blue suit. The corners of his mouth curved up, and his expression was still unruly.

He glanced at the people beside him with a faint smile, brushed past Nancy and walked out of the He Group.

Nancy looked at him in a daze.

That person, it was that man...

She thought for a second and rushed out.

The man had already got in the car. He stepped on the gas and drove away.

Nancy chased after him regardless of anything.

At least, she had to know who he was!

The car was driving very fast. She chased after it in vain and shouted, "Hello... Stop for a while... "

The road was crowded with cars.

A taxi slammed on the brake in front of her, but she couldn't dodge. She sprained her ankle and fell to the ground.

"You're courting death!" The driver stuck his face out of the window and cursed.

Nancy couldn't stand it anymore.

She cried sadly.

The bag was thrown on the ground, and the change was scattered all over the ground.

Her makeup was ruined by tears.

Her beautiful clothes were also stained with dust.

But the most sad thing was that she brushed past that man.

But that person had already forgotten her...

She covered her face and cried so sadly that she even forgot about the interview...

"Mr. Moore, there seemed to be a girl chasing our car just now..." The driver said gingerly.

"Leave her alone." Moore stretched himself and said, "I don't know her."

Be rather baffling.

Since Nancy wasn't in the mood for an interview, she decided not to go to the He Group.

She went back home in a daze.

"Nancy, I've been calling you. Why didn't you answer it?" Donna chattered.

"Mom, I took the wrong bag and didn't take my phone. How could you find me?" She was depressed.

"Okay." Donna looked at her daughter's ruined makeup and asked, "Why are you so embarrassed? Did the interviewer ask you to carry the sandbag? "

Nancy was not in the mood to joke. She kicked her shoes and went into her room. "Bang!" she closed the door.

Donna wanted to say more, but Jacob shook her head and said, "Let her go."

It was obvious that she had failed the interview. Why bother asking?

"It doesn't matter if she failed in the interview. The most important thing is not to fail in the blind date on weekend." Said Donna in a low voice.

Jacob smiled bitterly.

Did his parents think that everything would be fine after Nancy got married?

He sighed.

The matter was far more serious than what Nancy thought.

On the weekend, York specially gave himself a holiday. He carefully adjusted his tie in front of the dressing mirror.

Nancy had a bad feeling.

"Dad, where are you going?"

"Do you still want to ask? I'll go with you. " Donna was still ironing York's suit.

Nancy was thunderstruck.

'Come on, I'll leave as soon as I finish a glass of water, okay?'

"Peter has made an appointment with us at a teahouse near our middle school today. After drinking tea, we can go back to the school to see our teachers. Alas, it has been decades." York said with a nostalgic expression.

'It's okay to talk about the old days. Why do you have to gather your children together?'

"Doesn't Uncle Peter have a daughter?"

York rolled his eyes at her in the mirror and said, "No. If he had, he would have taken a fancy to your brother. You're not as good as him. "

Being disparaged by her father, Nancy touched her nose.

The father put on his suit and said, "Well, don't let him wait." He glanced at his daughter with a rare smile on his face. "My daughter has grown up and is going to get married."

'It's far from that!'

"I'm sure he doesn't like me." Said Nancy helplessly.

"I think so." York nodded without hesitation.

Nancy felt helpless again.

'Dad, am I your daughter or not!'

In the parking lot of the tea house, a limited edition sports car was particularly eye-catching.

York got off the car without looking sideways and walked into the teahouse.

Only Nancy stood in front of the car and sighed.

It was such a smooth figure, but she didn't dare to race on it even if she had ten guts.

Her father's friend had arrived early.

When Peter saw York from a distance, he had already stood up and walked to the door of the private room to welcome him.

A young man also stood up lazily and stood beside his father.

He was dressed in light colored casual clothes, showing his unruly look.

Peter looked back at him and sighed.

"You..." He didn't want to say anything more.

"Since you know what kind of person I am, don't take me to the date." Moore said lazily.

"You..." He wouldn't have brought him here if he hadn't arranged a blind date for him!

While speaking, York had already walked to the door.