BXBX NOVEL Chapter 814 814: Can You Give It To Me?
He was always unable to pay attention to what they were saying, and the figure not far away would always catch his eye.
Did she only eat desserts that night? She didn\'t eat the main food and even eat dishes.
Was it because Rosy showed up?
But Rosy\'s presence was beyond his control, but he\'s a little selfish. If she really cared about Adam, did it mean there was hope for the two of them?
The relationship was not what he was good at. He could be strategic in the business battle, but the only thing he couldn\'t do was ensure that a relationship lasted forever. This part of the road and journey was a new thing to him, and he was equivalent to a blind man who touched the stone to cross the river, wobbling in the swift river. It was not that he did not understand the truth of letting go, but he could not let it go, always thinking that she belonged to him, no matter how earth-shaking it may be, she always belonged to him.
With a faint light, Joseph gazed at Irish in sleep, gently putting his fingers at her eyebrows and caressing her long, neat eyelashes. Love was fair, so he couldn\'t stop others from admiring and peeping at her, but love was selfish, so he couldn\'t stand the tenderness in other men\'s eyes.
He forgot that Jordan had grown up and thought he was a child. At first, he was worried about Jordan\'s rejection of her, but gradually, Jordan, who had always been disobedient to her, and what he saw was that Jordan\'s eyes would always follow her.
He was bewildered in love, but it did not mean that he was dumb in everything. Jordan was too young and unfamiliar with the world, so he could not hide his emotions.
Therefore, he made the decision to let Jordan return home.
But she helped him get into the team.
On that day, he watched Jordan kiss her with his own eye.
Joseph\'s heart suddenly felt pain, like being run over by wheels.
One was his favorite woman, the other was his own brother. He knew that it had nothing to do with Irish, but he hated her. What was wrong with her, and why was it, Jordan?
He was suddenly scared. Jordan came over to him one day and said, "Brother, I\'m in love with Irish. Can you give her to me?"
It was like the day when he had told him happily that year, "brother, I like your sports car so much. Can you give it to me? I swear I will take good care of it."
It was the sports car he had seen for a long time, and it was a sports car that he could afford which made him have to be in mine day and night. Because Jordan was his own brother, he handed over the keys to Jordan\'s hand without saying a word.
But for a woman, could he make it? No.
For other women, he could, but only Irish, he couldn\'t.
So, he was angry and impetuous and asked the sentence: "Did you have any relationship with him that night?"
This sentence was an asshole because even he knew very well that she could not have sex with Jordan, but it was because Jordan was his brother that he was particularly angry.
Joseph pulled back his hand, what was he going to do? He would feel happy because he was too lost in her, and although she acted cute to him. He could do nothing about it, but he couldn\'t help it. What if he let go?
Could the wound really heal?
On the glass table on the side, the indicator light of the computer was still on.
Joseph took it over and touched the screen.
Before she went to bed, she was in a hurry for a plan. She probably was so sleepy that she put the computer aside.
Joseph looked at every plan she had drawn up, which had not yet been completed, but each was beautifully drawn up in detail. The plan was preceded by a simple backtracking of the previous quarter, with a paragraph that looked like a summary but also a mood expression.
Joseph\'s eyes were hit hard, and they were rippling with feeling.
He closed the computer, looked down, and kissed her forehead with a light kiss.
He was not the only one who was not good at feelings.
The next day, the weather in Suzhou changed even more outrageously, and it rained a little in the morning. The green willow in front of the window was wet. Joseph went out early in the morning, and when Irish woke up, she found that the other side was still warm, and his breath was left on the pillow; although it was light, it proved that he had slept next to her the last night.
Daisy also worked as a tour guide that day, pulling her to see Suzhou gardens, driving first to Guanqian Street, eating something and then visiting the park, and casually visiting the Suzhou Museum, eating a few authentic dishes on Shantang Street.
The day passed, and the night view of Shantang Street was really good. No wonder Emperor Qianlong was attached to the south of the Yangtze River, and no wonder Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty had to die in the south of the Yangtze River.
After experiencing a day of cold wind, she had a fever when she got back to the hotel at night. Joseph spent two whole days socializing, which made it easier for her to use his laptop to complete her plan as soon as possible. After writing two or three pages, her heart was still blocked, and Rosy\'s shadow dangled around in front of her eyes like a nightmare. She got up and took a shower impatiently and thought of going to bed early.
In a daze, she had some dreams. She dreamed nervously of trying on the wedding dress, seeing Joseph walking in a suit to her, holding her hand to the red carpet, and saying to her, "Thank you for coming to me as Rosy\'s bridesmaid."
She cried in her dream. And tears were like a gurgling stream of water from a broken water valve, wetting her clothes.
In the gloom, someone was kissing her. Her eyes were open, and the corners of her eyes were wet with tears, but the man overhead became clearer. Did he have to torture her like this? She was awake. How could she still dream of him?
But the man\'s kiss fell again, more and more intense, so she could not breathe.
She was completely awake, only to find that it was really Joseph, and the masculinity was mixed with a faint smell of alcohol, indicating his drunkenness.