Telling Lies, loving you novel Chapter 96

As expected, Walter took her to the Sichuan restaurant without even considering. Or maybe, he liked the taste of Sichuan cuisine.

As soon as they stepped into the shop, the waiter greeted them enthusiastically, "Welcome! Please come in! "

He asked for a corner by the window. Although it was relatively quiet, the heat of the hot pot made the hall noisy.

"Walter, I didn't expect you to come here. I thought that the people who grow up abroad would like to go to that kind of elegant and quiet coffee shop. "

"To be honest, I don't like going to that kind of place. Do you forget the first time we met? I like the smell of freedom. On the contrary, the coffee house just makes people feel suffocated. " Walter leaned back in his chair, his lips curved up a little. In the mist, his cold outline was softened a little.

It was the first time for Michelle to look him in the eye. Her brown eyes seemed to be able to read people's mind. She lowered her head somewhat uneasily.

In no time, the waiter brought up the hotpot. Walter asked for a two flavor hot pot.

One was light soup, and the other was spicy.

Michelle glanced at it and asked curiously, "you don't eat spicy food?"

Walter couldn't help laughing, "Yes, but not really. But I know you like it. "

"What?" The person who was about to put food in the pot paused. She looked up at the person sitting opposite and asked, "how do you know?"

Her big round eyes looked very innocent and naive.

He couldn't help laughing again. But his laughter made Michelle even more confused.

"When eating beef noodles, you keep putting red peppers into your bowl." For quite a while, he managed to hold back his laughter.

She had to admit that Walter was a man of great observation. However, as he said this word "without stopping", Michelle found it a little exaggerated. She had only added two peppers into her bowl. Because it was the first time that she had added a little less in it, she didn't feel it tasted good.

"It's hot outside. Spicy hotpot is the most delicious!"

She picked up a piece of dish, dipped it into the sauce and wrapped it around. Then she put it into her mouth and chewed it with keen pleasure.

Seeing two plates of beef tripe and one plate of shrimps almost empty, Walter asked confusedly, "didn't you finish your lunch?"

Michelle swallowed the food in her mouth and forced a smile. "I am so excited to see hot pot! I mean it!"

"Really? You seem to like spicy food very much."

"Yes, you are right!"

Both of them enjoyed the meal. Just one meal was too much for them to walk.

Seeing how she was, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "It seems that you must live with medicine that helps digest food."

"What?" Michelle was a little slow to react and immediately failed to understand what he meant.

"It's getting late. Let me take you home."

When they went out of the shop, it was getting dark.

"No, I can take a bus." It was a sudden whim that she was still not able to digest the food in her stomach. She didn't feel well when she was full.

Though she refused for several times, finally she got on Walter's car.

After they got into the car, Michelle couldn't help looking up at the car. To her surprise, Walter was of high status, but his car was an off-road vehicle. His clothes were several times as expensive as this car?

Walter sent Michelle to the gate of her home community. When she got off the car, just two steps away, she heard the most fearful voice of her life. "Michelle, have you changed a new car?"

"Aunt Lucy." She greeted out of politeness.

It never occurred to her that Aunt Lucy upstairs would see this again. She don't know how Aunt Lucy will tell her to the middle-aged women in the neighbourhood. Anyway, it's not something good.

At this time, Michelle did not want to respond at all. She just greeted and turned around to leave. But Aunt Lucy caught up again, with a bag of food bags in her hand, which filled with her least favorite smell, smelly dried fish.

But they were suitable for Aunt Lucy, they had one thing in common.

"Michelle, is he the man who sent you back last time? I can see that, though I haven't seen him yet, I still advise you to break up with him. The driver in this car is obviously not as good as the one last time."

At this moment, she said to herself, 'I have never thought that your eyes are so sharp.'

Aunt Lucy had a daughter, who was married three years old now. Only during the Spring Festival every year, Michelle saw her daughter and her son-in-law drove a luxury car to take a walk in the neighborhood.

Given a rich law-in-son, Aunt Lucy's clothes looked good. But before her daughter got married, she, as the mother, was a snob. Usually, she would go out to talk with the aunt of the block if she had nothing to do. She said that girl had changed her boyfriend and that boy lost his job or something.

In short, all the gossip in this community are cooked up by her.

Everyone saw her living alone and didn't say anything, but pretended to be patient to listen.