Cold CEO Pampering Wife Diary

Chapter 63 No Good Instruments

"I'm just joking, Yvonne, please don't leave me alone!" Begged Jay, as he was afraid that Yvonne would leave him alone. He spoke like a child.

"Follow me. We need to buy the tickets." From this moment on, Yvonne thought she made another friend. In fact, Yvonne was lucky and there was no more hope for her at the moment.

Jay ran after Yvonne like a shadow, and she didn't throw him away!

In fact, it was not so hard to find the wallet. The middle-aged woman told them that the thief was the man who triggered a queue just now for the quarrel between he and Yvonne, it indicated that he was also the one who bought the ticket in the station. In spite of the possibility that a thief was not a repeat offender, he would definitely return to the ticket room to buy a ticket. Then, Jay went to the monitoring room to check the person who had quarreled with Yvonne, and locked the monitoring area in the ticket room. As he had expected, the man who had stolen Yvonne's wallet was standing in a line far away from the ticket window. There were a lot of people, so Yvonne could not see him. Because of his revenge, the thief brought his stolen purse with him. Therefore, Jay would surely catch him.

As an intelligent genius, Jay set up his own office in T city at such a young age. When he was a child, he had determined to be a policeman, but was stopped by his grandfather. Grandfather once said, 'Our family is traditionally business family. What's more, Jay is the only one who cannot afford such a dangerous job. I won't let him work in the police station!' He had a good mind and a promising career, what he needed to do was to contribute to his family's prospect.

His family business was in the southern city, but Jay was rebellious and starting a business in the north. Jay had grown into an idle boss, although he was smart, he had no ambition. He now had a similar job with enough money to spend, he just wanted to lead a comfortable life. Maybe he was still young, and after all he focused on playing around, so he really didn't care about career. This was Jay

who had not met Yvonne, at that time, he had a high IQ but a low EQ, he was free and unrestrained, and sometimes he acted like a child.

"Fred, where is Bess?" Jack ran to the bar counter to look for Fred.

Fred, who had just finished a party, was sleeping in the lounge chair until the early morning. He was a little sleepy just now and was about to fall asleep with his eyes squinted, but Jack just woke him up again.

Why would this Playboy come to his bar again? He was still a doctor! He should have drove the drunk girl out together, so that they would not have to disturb his leisure time and turned his small bar upside down.

"She is upstairs. Go and see by yourself." Fred replied lazily with his brows wrinkled and his eyes narrowed a little. He hoped that the noisy couple would go somewhere else to make trouble.

"Okay, Fred, thank you. I have brought a bottle of good wine for you, well, just left it on the bar counter." Said Jack, who excitedly went to see Bess.

Fred felt quite confused about him. Nobody could learn well from Bess. Looking at the wine on the bar counter, he thought, 'Jack is not an ignorant man. But this kind of wine? I never like to drink.'

He closed his eyes again. Before Fred could catch his breath, the noise voice just came down the stairs.

"Jack, how many times have you told me that you would never come to me again? I will remember every single detail! You owe me! " Bess walked down the stairs while putting on her coat, and the voice spread all over the bar.

"Someone called me insanely yesterday and said that she missed me, but she refused to recognize me today. I have to learn from you even though you are so shameless." Said Jack, who also didn't give in to Bess.

"Who said I didn't admit it? I accept it. Do you dare to admit it? " Bess, who had walked to the bar counter, suddenly stopped and turned around to look at Jack who was following her anxiously. There was a defiant look in his eyes, as if he was looking down upon her.

"Coward! Jack, how dare you! " Giving a stare at Jack who kept silent, Bess walked to the bar counter and pretended not to see Fred. She picked up a bottle of water on the ground, opened it and took several gulps.

Of course, Jack did not dare to say anything more, because he had come here for worrying about Bess. Now that he was beaten by her, he thought it was his own fault. So he turned around and walked towards the door.

"Are you leaving now?" Bess put down the water in her hand and shouted at Jack, "I just said a few words to you and you couldn't stand it? When did you become so sensitive? "Bess rolled her eyes and her tone gradually became weak. She seemed to have gone too far.

"Bess, I'm not at your beck and call now." Said Jack in an angry tone, who turned and walked out after finished speaking to Bess.

"You are so mean! I didn't say anything. " Bess murmured. She didn't expect that her words would drive away Jack. As a matter of fact, her annoyance was still growing.

"Your ex-boyfriend is not a mean guy. Look at the bottle of wine next to you, it's five times as much as your monthly salary." Bess noticed Fred's expression and took a serious look at him.

"It doesn't matter if you think so. Anyway, this wine is for you, not for me! He sent wine to you and you guzzled. It seems that you have a tacit understanding to cooperate with each other. "Bess was so angry that she kept saying these, and she felt even annoyed for Fred's lying on this shabby chair every day. She recalled that last night when she asked him to dry out but drunk so much, then Fred moved her into the room and left her alone. When she woke up in the morning, she found the whole room was in a mess, and she also vomited a few times! It took her a whole morning to clean the room. Even though it was all her fault, Fred still didn't act like a gentleman.

"Get off! Why are you always in my way? "Bess kicked Fred's legs away and walked out of the room.

"Well, when did I? Looking at the disappearing figure of Bess, Fred was confused. "When did I guzzle? Well, I am the victim again! " Fred lay back on the deck chair and grumbled.

In fact, Bess did nothing but playing around in the bar, although she was nominally working. She felt guilty for not performing with Tom's band yesterday. At the thought of no instrument used by the band was good, Bess thought of all the instruments in her home, especially the drums with excellent sound. It was true that Tom had a good potential, but it was still too weak, like he was lost at the starting line. In order to make it up to them, Bess decided to go home and negotiate with her father! Of course, it would be better if he was not at home, so that she could bring these instruments to them in secret. She only hoped that her father hadn't really thrown away the instruments she played! Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.