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Ryan’s body leaned over, she involuntarily moved back, and there was not much space for her behind the back of the chair.
Soon his sturdy chest was pressed against her, almost tightly stitched, she could clearly feel his body temperature, and she was stiff and did not dare to move.
Ryan licked a strand of hair in her ear, leaned her lips against her cheek, and said in a low tone, “After using me, you want to go. Don’t you need to pay?”
At this moment, Carla regretted a little and used him to avenge Diane.
Ryan withdrew slightly and buckled her safety belt. She didn’t dare to resist anymore during the whole process.
Because she really took advantage of him.
Ryan withdrew his body, started the car, and drove the car away.
She leaned against the car window and brewed in her heart for a while before she said, “I just used you without your consent. It’s me who is abrupt. How much do you want?”
Ryan wanted to yell at her, is he short of money?
“I don’t need money.”
Carla didn’t calm down, “Then what kind of remuneration do you want?”
He stared at her sideways, straight, his black eyes had a gentle color, and he was a little bit more playful, “Pay, the debt, with the flesh?”
Carla has only one thought now, run away from him quickly.
She hadn’t noticed before, he was so shameless.
Is it cow blind?
Ryan smiled and glanced over the corner of his eyes, “Are you scolding me in your heart?”
Carla’s face instantly stretched. Did she just say aloud what was in her heart?
Did he hear?
She stammered and explained, “No, I didn’t scold you.”
Ryan raised the corners of his lips, never talking.
Carla had a guilty conscience, and cautiously wanted to turn this topic off, “Where are we going?”
“I’m hungry.” He didn’t squint.
Carla was sweating and didn’t dare to speak again.
She felt that everything she says will be distorted by him.
“What do you want?” Ryan glanced sideways at her.
He felt that her face was not right, and then as if she understood something, she chuckled, “I won’t eat, you, eat.”
Carla’s face turned red to the root of her ears, and she just wanted to get crooked.
If you want to be crooked, forget it.
It was also seen by others.
What this man lost was lost in the Pacific Ocean.
She lowered her head, wishing to find a place to sew in.
Ryan’s eyes fell on her pink cheeks, and the corners of her lips curled up.
Soon he parked the car in front of a restaurant.
Carla glanced out of the car window, a Chinese restaurant.
She unfastened her seat belt and pushed down the car door. Ryan stood at the front of the car and waited for her, “Here the food is good.”
Carla gave a faint hum, and didn’t dare to fall on him.
As if thinking of something again, she suddenly raised her head, “This meal, please.”
Ryan came over, put his arm on her shoulder, learned her posture, and said ambiguously, “A meal is like sending me?”
The breath of his words was blowing the hair around her ears.
Seems to be mol3sted.
Carla turned her face slightly, with regret in her heart.
If she knew the result long ago, she would never provoke Diane because she wanted to retaliate against him.
She has the feeling of shooting herself in the foot.
He is so angry with Diane.
But what about her?
Decreased to be mol3sted by him.
“I borrowed your name. One meal is enough.” Carla pressed his shoulder, without support, Ryan’s arm had to be lowered.
Carla stepped in first.
She found herself on the passive side in front of Ryan.
She can’t keep doing this.
Otherwise, if he is holding this matter, it will be endless.
She must take the initiative.
He stared at the thin back, touched the corner of his lips, and smiled.
Entering the restaurant, she chose a position by the window and sat down.
Ryan walked in and sat opposite her.
The waiter came over with the menu and passed it.
Carla took it over and handed it to Ryan, “I haven’t been here before. I don’t know what special dishes are there. You can order it.”
Ryan glanced at her and knew what she was paying attention to. He didn’t get through. He took the menu, ordered a few special dishes, and closed the menu, “That’s it.”
The waiter took the menu and said, “Okay, please wait a moment and will serve you as soon as possible.”
Then he retired.
Next, while waiting for the food to be served, Ryan propped his forehead with one hand and looked around Carla’s face back and forth.
Carla was uncomfortable being seen, and reached out her hand to touch her face, “Is there something on my face?”
“Then what are you looking at?”
“You are looking good.”
Carla staggered her gaze, “boring.”
After a while, the waiter brought the dishes.
It is indeed a special dish, the dishes Carla has never eaten, look very appetizing, and don’t know how it tastes.
Ryan served her a bowl of soup, “Try this.”
She didn’t see any ingredients in the soup, it was just thick and white, with a delicate fragrance.
Originally, she was going to have dinner with Alecia, but she met Diane, which took a lot of time, and her stomach was really hungry now.
Especially when she smelled the fragrance of the soup, she has a great appetite.
She took a spoon and put it in her mouth. It was very fresh and smooth.
“Have it?” Ryan looked at her expression.
Carla nodded, “It’s delicious.”
The taste is really good.
“And this.” He picked up a piece of shrimp cake and put it on her dinner plate.
Carla lowered her eyes and drank the soup.
She is not used to Ryan’s good and caring.
She lost her appetite.
Is it really because of her as Della said?
Ryan drank his mouth water, “Why do you suddenly ask this?”
Carla looked up at him, “I want to know.”
He put down the water cup slowly, and glanced at her, “If it doesn’t fit, I will withdraw. How can there be so many reasons?”
There will be a disappointment if there is an expectation.
How could it be because of her?
She laughed at herself.
Laugh at her own wishful thinking.
Laugh, knowing that it is impossible, but also to look forward to it.
“Miss Gill has been with you for so long, and you said you would abandon her, this is really ruthless.”
Ryan was chewing on the shrimp cake, once, he put down his fork, as if thinking about something.
After a while, he slowly asked, “What did you call me just now?”
“Mr. Blair,” Carla answered almost subconsciously.
He said seriously, “I don’t like this title.”
“Then, CEO Blair?” Carla changed one.
He took another piece of white jade-like shrimp cake and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly, his lips moved slightly, “I think it’s better to be called husband.”
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