My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy

Chapter 64 Keep My wife Company

In the evening, the sunset hung over most of the sky of the sea city, and the whole world was tinted

with a golden layer.

As the sun went down in the west, the world became cold again.

The building of X Entertainment glowed in the setting sun.

In the warm office, after finishing all her work for the day, Jocelyn once again booked a private room at

with-you western restaurant and informed Noah on WeChat.

And then she simply touched up her make-up and let her hair down.

The curly hair, with the light make-up, made her look like a goddess.

A simple white shirt, paired with light blue trousers and a light blue tweed coat, added to her superb

demeanour.

A pair of sterling silver strappy high heeled boots under her feet set off her instep and slim ankles.

...

On the other hand, in the underground wine cellar of the three-storey garden house, Noah, Abel,

Robert and Harry were sitting side by side in front of the bar of fine rosewood, each with a glass of red

wine in front of them.

The wine cellar behind them was larger than two hundred square metres in size, with a variety of

vintage brands of expensive red wines lying quietly on the wine racks made of fine rosewood.

The wine cellar was dimly lit, setting off Noah's extraordinarily cold temperament.

Abel, Robert and Harry were all drinking, but he was the only one who was not attractied by the wine,

only concentrating on the messages sent by Jocelyn in WeChat.

The straight white shirt and black suit set off his features, which were extraordinarily three-dimensional.

"Noah, I have wine worth millions, but you don't even touch it. Why are you staring at your phone?"

Robert glanced at his phone curiously.

When he saw the word "Jojo", he instantly understood and immediately turned his head to look at the

other two people who didn't know the truth and said, "He is talking to a girl."

"You guys drink, I'll go first." Noah jumped off the barstool sharply, slipped on the black suit at hand,

and put the phone into the inside pocket of the suit.

"What for?" Harry asked.

"I will go and keep my wife company." He responded indifferently and walked away.

Abel crossed his legs and propped himself up on the bar with one hand, looking at his back, "Noah,

you cannot only keep your wife company."

"..."

"Shit, I really want to know what kind of ecstasy his wife has put him in." Abel lightly pressed one hand

against the base of his tall glass, shaking the red wine in the glass back and forth as he did so.

"Her face is ecstasy" Robert said.

"That's right, Jocelyn is definitely a beauty, if I have such a wife, I will also only keep her company."

With those words, Abel took a shallow sip of the red wine.

"Come on, we know you well." Robert couldn't help but utter.

"..." Abel was speechless.

...

When Noah went out, he walked straight to the front of a black Bugatti Veyron.

He didn't get out of the car immediately and stood by it and gave the car a faint look.

And then took out his mobile phone and dialed Tom's number, "Help me buy a car, the price should

preferably be under half a million."

Afterwards, he pressed hang up and drove away directly.

In the underground car park of the with-you restaurant, the black Bugatti Veyron stopped steadily.

He was just about to get out of the car when the door opened and a heavily made-up beauty sat inside.

The rich smell of Coco was instantly scattered all over the car.

"Handsome, my car is broken, can you give me a ride?" As she spoke, the tips of the pretty girl's

fingers, which were doing red nails, began to seductively circle the back of his hand holding the

steering wheel.

Noah's brows knitted coldly. He did not give her a look, directly drawing back his hand and taking out a

disinfectant wet tissue to wipe it, "Get lost!"

He had seen many women who saw a man in a luxury car and took the initiative to get in the car to talk

to him.

The woman was stunned by his aura and the flirtatious smile on her lips froze.

But she did not want to give up, he was rich, many women dreamed of such a man.

If she could get him, she would be rich for the rest of her life.

"Come on, handsome, help me out." The woman pouted.

He remained cold and unattainable, didn't say a word, just silently took out a pair of white medical

gloves from the drawer, got out of the car sharply, pulled open the door and dragged her down.

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He did it in one fluid motion, without a pause.

And then he turned around and walked away. The woman was furious, her feet pounding the ground,

"What the hell, am I poison? Why do you need gloves to touch me? What a weirdo."

Her eyes were already rolling up as she said this.

Noah walked into the restaurant lobby.

As soon as he entered, he attracted the attention of countless men and women. The women were so

excited that they were discussing whether he was a star or not, whether he was from Z Country or H

Country.

Yet no matter how much the stares around him were, he never gave it a second's thought, his eyes

never lingered on them.

Jocelyn walked into the restaurant just in time to see Noah preparing to go upstairs.

She immediately ran to catch up with him and said with a smile, "I thought I was early enough, but I

didn't expect you to be as early as me."

It was still twenty minutes before the appointed time.

"Yes." He paused in his steps and said lightly.

His cold gaze inadvertently fell on her right foot, and noticing that the straps on her right side were

about to come loose, he then knelt down and tied the loose silk straps tightly.

This scene was like the most classic shot in a love drama.

All the people in the hall were dumbfounded, and all the girls were full of envy.

Jocelyn's heart immediately tightened and she took a step backwards, smiling, "Thank you."

"You are welcome." He responded indifferently, got up, turned around and walked away.

Jocelyn followed closely behind.

"He didn't care how many people were looking at him, he only has her in his eyes and he is gentle to

her. I am envious!"

"Oh my! That young lady is so lucky."

"Don't be envious, our faces don't deserve to envy that young lady."

The girls in the restaurant were talking, everyone wished that they were the one whom that handsome

man tied shoelaces in public with.

"Crap ... What do I see? Who am I? Where am I?" A middle-aged man with a black hair and a suit was

frozen in place, looking at the two with surprise.

Tom was equally stunned and shook his head slowly.

"Our president actually ties a woman's shoes? Am I dreaming?" The shock on the face of the middle-

aged man lingered.

"You're not dreaming."

"If I'm not dreaming, then why is he doing this? Isn't he a gays?"

"Who said he is a gay?" Tom had a puzzled look on his face.

"There were so many beautiful women in the company threw themselves at him before, and every

single one of them was permanently expelled from the company, so isn’t he a gay?" The middle-aged

man added.

"It seems to make sense, but did you say that there was still something about your sales department

that you wanted to talk to me about over dinner? Let's go." With that, Tom walked towards the seat they

had booked in advance and sat down by the window.

...

After Jocelyn and Noah entered the private room, they sat at the head and tail end of the long dining

table respectively.