Chapter 80 Throwing Money Like Dirt

Then he asked, "what do you want to do?"

"It's very simple. If she doesn't accept compensation, I can pick up another bag for her and hand the same weight to her. I took away her eggs. By contrast, it was clear that a five-dollar settlement was a better deal. That's just bullying me, a girl with thin skin." Amanda was really pissed off by his arrogant behavior.

He thought he had shown off in public but in fact, he had failed and been coward.

"I can't understand, but if you insist, then I'll pay attention to it in the future." He thought for a while and said.

"Okay, okay. But the dishes are still in the trunk." After they had reached a consensus, she called out and left the house.

Darren answered, "No dishes."

"What?" She looked back and asked puzzled.

"Go buy some more." The man's face darkened again, and he pulled her back to the car.

"Hey, what's going on? Where are those dishes? We have already bought it. Why do we still want to buy one more? " "Don't tell me that you throw them away because you are too angry. "Amanda asked while raising her head.

Without saying a word, Darren drove to a nearby mall.

"Hey, you really threw it away? I say, are you a good boy or a black sheep?" Then she covered her face with her hand.

"Get off the car." He opened the door.

Getting off the car, Amanda murmured, "You're really high maintenance."

She had to go to the supermarket again and bought a lot of things. But now that there are so many people in the supermarket, it is difficult to push a shopping cart through it.

"I'm going to see some fruits. You can buy the rest again. " Amanda patted the young man on the shoulder and squeezed into the shopping mall. Darren raised his head and looked at the crowd, only to find that she was no longer there. Embarrassed, he stared at the crowds and sighed inwardly, 'what's wrong with me? Pushing a shopping cart isn't bad. Why do I have to buy the vegetables myself?'

The purple spiritual eggplant, pumpkin, cucumber, and fresh corn, celery he hated most, and the chopped onion that was killing him. He weighed out everything he saw.

He was tall and handsome. His face was the image of

ings over. "Well, let's get out of here and line up, or there will be more and more people. "

Dragged by her like this, he unconsciously quickened his pace. Amanda looked at the six rows of long queue and found the shorter one and asked Darren to come over.

While pushing a cart, Darren looked at her and said, "If you let go of the resistance like this, you must be a talent."

"If you act like this, you will definitely be a traitor in the battle." Amanda blinked her eyes.

Darren was a little surprised. Was he such a bad man in her mind? "Why?" he asked

"Because at a glance you are our great proletarian, you are too good-looking, only suitable to be a spy." Amanda covered her mouth with her hand and laughed.

Darren grabbed her arm and pulled her closer to him. "Amanda, what's wrong with you?" he asked.

"No, No. I was just praising you. You're handsome," she answered immediately.

Then he let go of her. Amanda moved to the corner and said with a smile, "You wait in the line first. I'll go over there to see if there is anything I need to take."

Seeing her running away, Darren shook his head and said, "How dare you!"

On the other hand, Darren praised him for his handsomeness. He looked at himself in the mirror, and there was a frown on his face, and with his nose and lips being tightened, and a pair of black eyes looking at him. He said, "Of course I know I'm handsome." He shook his head as he curled up his lips.