Savage Love On His Wheelchair

Amy can't help but hate it, it just doesn't show on her face.

"This Jamie also does not know what is the origin, surprisingly able to coax the president around, also do not know how much effort behind the scenes!" "Then people have to have that ability too! If it was you instead, would you be able to?" "I can't do that kind of physical work!" Several women gathered together and chattered, listening to Amy, who was originally very angry, with fire in her eyes.

"By the way, have you heard, the design department to participate in the international design competition, | heard that those who enter the top three can be directly shortlisted to France to enter the world-class competition?" "Wow ...... so envious of their design department of those designers, this accidentally into the top three, the future can be a star!" "Con! Even if the Avenue of Stars that is still someone else's, and you have nothing to do with half a penny, we'd better do our jobs honestly!" The words fell, and the voices of several followed in increasing distance.

"Jamie, the higher you try to stand, the worse I'm going to make you fall, so you know what it means not to pry into things that are not your own." "President, thank you for invitingto dinner today, I'll invite you to my house to try my newly invented dishes sother day when | have time!" Sitting on the back table, Masmiled and plopped down on the back of her chair with a big smile on her face.

Joseph replied as he drove the car, "Yes! | heard from Rosemary that your cooking skills are comparable to those of famous chefs, | never thought | would have this honor too!" "That's them exaggerating, | just prefer to study all kinds of food, as long as the president does not mind, | can do it all for you to eat!" "That's what you said, I'll write it down!" "Of course, I, Mayme, always keep my word and never go back on my word!" Rosemary, sitting in the passenger seat, didn't say a word, just turned her head to the side, she didn't hear anything and the whole thing didn't have anything to do with her.

Mayme's cooking is indeed nothing to say, but it should be clear that she is inviting you to eat or invite you to taste her new inventions, if it is a new invention, it must be seriously considered, good luck, then the top tongue suffer a little, bad luck, then it will be the jackpot.

"Sister, when you cwith Wilson, I'll give you chicken soup!" "Good!" Joseph, who was concentrating on driving, did not even realize that he had fallen into a gentle trap. | am afraid that after he went this time, he would never want to eat the so-called new dishes in Mayme's mouth for the rest of his life.

When | arrived at the restaurant, Wilson was already there, as he was attending Vincent's son's birthday party in two days. The cast on his foot had been removed, so as long as he didn't walk too long, there was basically no problem.

"How cyou're only here now? You're tired after a busy day!" Wilson stood up from his seat to take Rosemary's bag and asked in a soft voice.

Handing him the bag in his hand, he smiled faintly, "Luckily, the road is stuck in traffic, so I'm late!" Mayme, who was standing at the back, looked at the soft-spoken, gentle and considerate Wilson and spoke with an envious face, "Sister, you are so happy!" What a happy thing it is to meet a man who will spoil you as a daughter! Even if you die immediately, I'm afraid there will not be any regrets! "You will be happier in the future!" For this little sister sent to her from heaven, Rosemary sincerely hopes she can find her happy half! "Well, let's all be happy!" Sitting down next to Rosemary, the waiter soon cover with cutlery, and looking at the extra set of dishes, Rosemary sidled up and asked, "Is there anyone else coming?" As the words fell, the sound of the door pushing open was heard, only to see Marcy gracefully walking in, "Sorry I'm late!" "We just arrived too!" Madidn't expect Marcy to cback as well, and thought of the chicken soup she had sent him earlier, and wondered if he had drunk it or poured it.

But on the other hand, regardless of whether he drank or not, it was enough that her heart was there anyway.

"Since everyone is here, let them serve the food!" Joseph called the waiters and instructed them to start serving the food.

"Marcy, your injury is nothing serious!" "It's almost ready!" "That's good, it seems my chicken soup is still quite effective?" Mayme, who was sitting on the side, spoke up very narcissistically.

Marcy turned her head to look at this little girl with no conscience, he sent four days of chicken soup in order to save her so badly wounded, it will send him off, how can | feel a little in the send to the rice.

"Is that how cheap | am in your mind?" Ahem ......

Mawas drinking her juice when she suddenly heard Marcy's words and accidentally choked and couldn't help coughing.

"You drink slowly!" Rosemary hurriedly smoothed her back, unable to resist the rebuke.

It was hard to slow down, Mafelt that her nose was not her own, and choking was very unpleasant.

Picked up a side of warm boiled water to drink a sip, feel better, then turned to Marcy, said: "My chicken soup is not what anyone can drink, for you to stew four days of chicken soup has been good." That is to see you save my life on the part of the dish stew, otherwise want to drink her chicken stew, the door is not.

"Food is served, let's eat!" Fearing that the two of them would get into another fight, Rosemary hurriedly pulled Mato speak up.

Marcy still want to say something, but see her looking at the table of food mouth water are almost to the table, frown lightly, this is a kind of a person, this is not just a table of ordinary dishes? It's not like you haven't eaten before.

"Wow, the food here is so exquisite! It looks like it must be delicious!" After saying that, pick up all the South American shrimp in the mouth, little face propped up bulging, and eyes keep turning ah turn.

How does that look like a cat that has seen a fish? "Look at you, eating likea hungry ghost!" Marcy looked at her with contempt, on her eating face, but really not complimentary, and the girl's reserve is not at all related.

"It's none of your business, I'm not eating you!" Maslurred as she ate and kept pinching her food.

"I'm just saying the psychological words for Mr. Flower, people still need to have a little self-awareness, especially girls, to be reserved!" "How many dollars is reserve worth?" Suddenly Mastopped what she was doing and blinked her long eyelashes at her.

She was short of money recently, since she started to research her black cuisine, her salary was basically used to buy ingredients.

"What about asking you? How much is reserve really worth?" "How much do you think it's worth?"