Chapter 503 Stop Dreaming (2)

After Angie made an apology, the ward restored to silence for a moment. There was a sparrow twittering on the tree outside the window.

The little grey figure crawled on the green branches restlessly, somewhat afraid of strangers.

But after a while, the man who wouldn't stop talking said, "Angie, I think now it's time to make it clear with you."

Why was he so serious all of a sudden?

Angie was very cooperative and nodded. Her dark green eyes were glimmering with lust. With just one eyebrow cocked, she was exceedingly fascinating. After removing the gauze, it should be more charming.

But anyway, she was a beauty and anyway she dressed up.

"……"

However, as she stared at Mark in silence, the man also stared at her, as if he wanted to tear two holes in her face with his eyes.

The corner of Angie's mouth twitched. She couldn't stand this strange atmosphere any more, so she pushed away the man who was about to kiss her.

"It's improper for a man to touch a woman now!"

With her push, Mark turned his face to the side and said helplessly, "Don't think too much. I just want to see your current mood fluctuation."

Angie rolled her eyes at him. Was he kidding?

She asked helplessly, "Then what did you see?"

"Nothing" said Mark, who was frank.

Angie tried to move her slightly injured leg. Her eyes were full of malice towards this man.

'You mischievous asshole! Go to hell!'

Unable to move her legs, she said in a weak voice, "You'd better tell me what you want to say seriously."

She thought that kicking him should be done after she fully recovered from the illness.

Glancing at her confusedly, he quickly turned his head to another direction, as if nothing had happened.

"Well... In fact, I just want to remind you that I can't collude with you anymore." Mark touched his nose and said, "Firstly, I'm afraid my wife will be jealous when s

ncomfortable.

The careless man, however, didn't notice his intentions at all. He kept nagging and said that there were still many delicious dishes left inside.

Tristan looked at him grimly. "You haven't eaten anything in hundreds of years, or have you eaten shit?"

Mark was like eating a dish of mosquito salad. His face was so pale that it was not shocking even if he would cry out the next second.

After they entered another room, Tristan took the order with a casual air. He furrowed his brows and asked, "Who else would like to run errands for me? Buy me the same food again?"

One of the waiters had taken out the pen and paper and was ready to register what he ordered. He was a little stunned when he heard this, and the refusal that was about to reach his mouth was finally swallowed.

Their boss had specially told them that this guest must be taken care of patiently with a distinguished identity and that any accident was not allowed to happen.

If something went wrong, it wouldn't be as simple as being resigned.

Everyone was afraid that they would say something wrong when they heard this.

The waiter came forward with a bright smile on his face, and said in a slightly quivering voice, "Yes. Can you repeat your order again?"