The Boss Went Crazy After Divorce

Starry poured him a glass of honey water, “Say, what’s the sudden rush over here for?”

Filip took the cup, knowing she couldn’t hide it from him: “Austin, the families of those people have come to you.”

Starry took a sip of water, “Well, she got down on her knees in front of the door and begged me, saying she was willing to pay me for a new car and let me sign a letter of understanding to spare her husband.”

After saying that, Starry looked at Filip: “I’ll tell them to contact a lawyer.”

“Did they just leave?”

“I didn’t even open the gate, they didn’t even come in the garden, I didn’t want to talk anymore, they naturally left.”

Filip nodded, and when he saw the Starry people, he knew that she had probably sent them away.

This matter is not big, not small, but Filip is not likely to let it go, not to mention, Starry is not willing to sign a letter of understanding.

Paying for it?

That one million or so, he is not lacking, nor is Starry.

Starry did not put the two women in the eye, but Filip, this rushed over: “You lunch, want to eat here?”

“Do you mind?”

She gave him a sidelong glance, “Mind if Mr. Pearson doesn’t eat here?”

Black eyes moved, he did not speak, but the meaning inside his eyes speaks for itself.

As the two men spoke, the villa doorbell rang once again.

Filip looked moved, thinking it was those who had gone and returned, “I’ll get the door.”

“Good.”

But Starry, the expression on his face is not different, the smile at the corners of his lips is still the same.

If she guessed correctly, this time, it should be the vegetables she bought that arrived.

Starry was indeed right. Filip just went out from the garden corner and saw the delivery man standing in front of the villa with two big bags of stuff.

“Hello, did Miss Bradley order the goods?”

“Yes.”

Filip opened the door, carried the two large bags over his hands, and then turned around and went back to the villa.

He carried two bags of stuff up to the second floor and went straight into the kitchen.

Starry just washed the rice and pressed the switch to cook it.

Filip put down the two bags and took off his jacket and re-entered the kitchen, “Do you need my help?”

He asked, his hands already folding his sleeves, and after folding his wrists free to work, Filip walked over to Starry and took the corn into his hands: “Want to peel it into kernels?”

Starry gave him a look, curled her lips, and was nonchalant: “Yes.”

Filip this hand, tens of millions of business can easily sign down; golf swing is also extremely accurate; peeling apples can also ensure that the whole apple peeled but also continuous, but peeling corn this kind of work, this hand is not how to do it.

Starry didn’t think much of it at first, peeling corn is not a difficult task, Filip can easily do it.

But when the person beside her said, “Okay,” she swept over with a glance, but she couldn’t help but pause.

Starry’s hand holding the knife were released, sideways end of the stack of some miserable corn kernels shake a little, smiling at him: “peeled quite well.”

Don’t peel it next time.

Filip is also a rare embarrassment, only the market does not show: “the first time to peel.”

“Hmm.”

Starry answered without a word, and looked down and continued to cut the winter melon in his hands.

Just the corner of the lips hooked up the arc, but has not gone down.

Filip washed his hands and drew a piece of kitchen paper to wipe them slowly and methodically.

Seeing the mincer aside and the piece of pork Starry had placed next to the mincer, “Want to break it up?”

“To be.”

“Good.”

Filip took everything to his side at once, and Starry didn’t mind him.

Peeling the corn is barely a technical task, mincing the meat is much easier.

Filip cleaned the meat and put it directly into that mincer, but a few times, the pork has become a pile.

Starry is not polite, directly handed him the phone: “There are disposable gloves in the locker above, you take them down, according to this, add some spices to the minced meat inside, and then stir well.”

After that, she remembered that Filip has a cleanliness problem and that the pork was quite fishy.

Her hand with the phone shrank back a little and Filip looked up at her, “What’s wrong?”

“Don’t you … think it tastes heavy?”

Filip didn’t change his face: “I’ll take a shower after dinner.”

Starry smiled a little, “Okay.”

Overestimated him.

In that case, she was not polite either.

Two people, Starry also did not intend to do many dishes, plus the heat, fried heavy dishes are not too appetizing, she tried to do a little lighter, only three dishes and a soup.

Because Filip helped with the ingredients and side dishes, Starry saved a lot of time in preparation, and the three dishes and one soup were ready in half an hour.

She doesn’t really like meat dishes, but considering Filip, she steamed a fish, fried five pork tortillas, stir-fried a celery dish, and stewed a winter melon and barley white shell soup.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

The soup was so hot that Filip didn’t let her touch it.

Starry carried the prepared rice out, and a breeze blew over from the balcony. She put down the two bowls of rice in her hands and subconsciously raised her hand to press her hair.

Filip put the soup, and as soon as he looked up, he saw her setting chopsticks on the bowl of vegetables in front of him.

Dark eyes twitched slightly, and he looked at them for two seconds before withdrawing his gaze.

The impression is that before the parents had an accident, the family did not live withold Mr. Pearsonold Mrs. Pearson and the girls, and every time they had dinner, his mother did so.

As if something had gently touched his heart, Filip felt a familiar yet unfamiliar and warm feeling come over him.

He took his seat and looked at Starry.

Starry looked up and met the dark eyes, she raised her eyebrows lightly, “Is there something on my face?”

“No.”

She picked up the soup spoon and empty bowl, “You taste a little bit of the soup and see if you feel fishy.”

Filip’s mouth is very picky, although nothing in particular like, but very sensitive to taste.

This white shellfish is a seafood, originally can not remove that sea smell, most people taste are feeling fresh, that is, completely cold, may taste a little fishy.

But Filip is not the majority, he has always been the minority.

Starry knows that he is picky, so when making this soup, the white shellfish is first passed through a water, and then washed again with water, the fishy smell of the sea has been much lighter.

She tasted good, but I don’t know how Filip tasted.

Filip took a sip, “Not fishy.”

Actually a little, but that taste is not strong, can accept.

“Then drink it while it’s hot.”

She didn’t serve it to him and moved the spoon directly to his side.

Filip gave himself a small bowl of soup and asked carelessly, “Your address has been leaked, next, there may be others to come to you.”

Starry gave him a look, “When’s the earliest court date?”

Filip thought for a moment, “It might be the end of September.”

Starry also put down his chopsticks, picked up the soup and blew on it, “Then I can’t live over here for the next month or so.”

“Do you have any other properties?”

“No more.”

“So where to stay?”

Starry took a sip of soup and looked up at Filip with a smile , “Yeah, what about it?”

She said, after a pause: “You have so many houses under your name, do you mind lending me one?”