There were so many cars on the road. His car turned left and right, dodged and slammed on the brake. He was driving casually, but Nancy was almost choked by his bumps.
She had no time to talk to him. She wanted to throw up and get out of the car...
A Benz whizzed past Moore. The driver rolled down the window and looked back at him. "The convertible is driving at such a speed?"
Moore narrowed his eyes and said, "How dare you provoke me?"
He stepped hard on the accelerator and the car sped up again.
The two cars fought against each other as if there were only the two cars on the road.
They were happy, but Nancy was miserable.
She covered her mouth and was about to vomit.
"Wait, wait..."
As soon as she opened her mouth, her tongue was almost stuck out by the wind.
"What are you doing?" He had a bad attitude.
"Can you stop for a while?" She almost vomited in his car.
He pulled over reluctantly.
She didn't care about her image. She ran to the roadside and vomited heavily.
"Gee." He sat in the car and looked at her from a distance. "Sorry, I just like racing. I'm a professional racing driver, so... "
She wiped her mouth silently and sat back in the car.
"Let's go." Her eyes were full of tears.
She felt so bad...
He didn't move.
He just said, "So, Miss Nancy, my car can only accept a woman who is suitable for my speed. I don't think you can get used to it, understand? "
She lowered her head and bit her lower lip tightly.
She just didn't want him to see the tears in her eyes.
"You are not me. You don't know if I can or not." She whispered.
He didn't hear her. He just clenched the steering wheel and looked straight ahead. "I'll drive you back. Tonight, just pretend that you haven't seen me."
Tears welled up in her eyes.
Her fingers tightly grasped the hemline of her knees, and her fingertips turned pale.
He didn't care, and he couldn't care either.
She was just a passer-by. Why should he care so much?
The car whizzed a few times and finally drove a little bit normally this time.
She was sent to the teahouse silently.
When she pushed the door open, the two people inside were chatting happily.
"What? Why are you back so soon? " Peter was surprised to see the two of them come back. "Moore, are you so unromantic? Why don't you take Nancy to see a movie or go shopping? "
Nancy...
Moore felt disgusted.
He shrugged and said, "I'm afraid you'll be impatient."
"No hurry." Peter burst into laughter, and York also showed a smile on his face, which softened his serious lines. "Anyway, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."
An ominous premonition arose in Moore's heart.
Sure enough, Peter revealed the answer with a smile, "Didn't you say that you need an assistant when you went back to the company last time? I don't think it's necessary to look for one. She is right in front of you. "
Moore was stunned and his eyes widened. "Dad, what did you say?"
"What did I say?" Nancy has already come to our company for an interview. The human resources department has informed her of it. If there wasn't a small accident, she wouldn't have been unable to make it." Anyway, I don't like the interviewees. I want Nancy. Don't I, as the chairman of the board, have the right to decide on the assistant? "
York persuaded, "Forget it. I just said that. You can't break the rules of your company. My daughter is also very stupid. I don't think she can do such a thing as an assistant, right?"
"Don't talk nonsense." Peter didn't allow it. "I just passed her interview according to the legal procedures. A pure girl like her would learn everything very soon. Moore was so stupid. He had just entered the company and messed up everything. Besides, I have arranged two assistants for him, one of whom is very experienced. Nancy can learn slowly. If a couple unite together, their power will be great. "
Couple...
Moore almost spat out the tea in her mouth. "Dad!"
"Shut up!" Glaring at his son, Peter turned his head and looked at Nancy with a smile on his face. "Nancy, come to the company tomorrow. I will definitely take care of you. If I don't take care of you, Moore won't be willing to exhaust you."
"Can I say that I want to throw up?" Moore said in a low voice.
Disgusting.
Now he had full doubts.
Maybe his father had fallen in love with York Nelson when he was young. Now that he had a son, he would use him as a tool to get close to the man he had fallen in love with when he was young.
What a shame.
He knew his father picked him up in the rubbish heap!
The waiter knocked on the door and opened it. He wriggled in to add water.
"Sir, would you like some more tea?"
"We have coffee."
"Ice cream for girls?"
The waiter asked with his fingers crossed. It took Moore quite a while to find out that the man in front of him was a man.
He took out his phone silently and turned on the music app.
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