Chapter 83: Chapter 83

Jolene had a busy day today and didn’t finish everything until evening.

She checked the ticket. There was no high-speed train back to J city, so she could only stay in the hotel for another night.

She called Frank uncomfortably, and Frank said he was fine, that is, his mother called him today to ask if he was doing well at school.

Jolene said, “You answer naturally, don’t let Mom see it.”

“No, Mom definitely didn’t see it, Jolene, when are you coming back?”

“Tomorrow.” Jolene booked a ticket for tomorrow morning: “I will definitely be back tomorrow.”

Before she hung up the phone and went to take a shower, she passed the living room and saw that the contract Bowen had shown her last night was still on the coffee table.

She didn’t delve into how she felt when she learned that Bowen and Viona’s wedding was just a deal.

Should she be secretly happy?

No, it doesn’t.

She understands that even if Bowen and Viona’s wedding is.

fake.

It doesn’t mean she can pick up the slack.

She doesn’t have that kind of life.

11 Zat wouchers When she was taking a shower, she heard her phone ringing outside, but she couldn’t go out to pick it up even though she was covered in water.

After taking a shower and blowing my hair, my phone rang again.

She ran out to pick it up as she wiped her hair.

Seeing the call, she hesitated and connected.

“Hello, Mr. Fang.” She is getting married today, why do you still find time to call her in your busy schedule?

“Jolene, I have something to ask you,” Viona said politely.

“You say.”

“I was embarrassed to ask you, but…” Viona’s tone suddenly sounded a little shy: “You are not an outsider…”

She hesitated, and Jolene didn’t know what she was asking, and stopped wiping her hair.

“President Fang, if you have anything to ask, just tell me. I know everything.”

“That’s right.” Viona lowered her voice: “Do you know what brand Bowen used to use?”

Jolene was stunned for a moment, but didn’t react for a while: “What?”

“That.”

“Which one?”

“For example, thin or regular, fruity or scented?”

This time, Jolene finally understood.

Viona is talking about sets.

Such a private question, is she showing off or declaring sovereignty?

Probably both.

Jolene didn’t speak, and she couldn’t answer such a question.

She knew Viona didn’t want her answer.

Vouchers Viona seemed to have drunk alcohol, and she could hear a little tipsy in her tone: “Bowen is taking a shower inside, I’m little nervous, Jolene, do you know if Bowen has any hobbies or… Sorry, Jolene, it’s my first time with Bowen, we both want to keep the purest on the wedding day.”

Jolene still didn’t answer, and the water from her hair dripped drop by drop on the log-colored floor, and soon a small pool of water accumulated.

It’s a bit like the floor has shed tears, gathered in one place, and turned into a small pool.

Viona finished speaking incoherently and apologized apologetically: “I’m sorry Jolene, I’m interrupting.”

She hung up the phone.

Whether it’s true or not, it affects Jolene’s mood more or less.

Bowen got married, and she didn’t feel fake at all.

She was stunned for a moment, her hair was almost dry.

She had just climbed into bed before she lay down when Viona called again.

Her voice was even lower, and her tone was even more embarrassed and flustered.

“Jolene, I’m sorry to bother you again. The size of the at home doesn’t seem to be suitable. Can you tell me the size of Bowen?”

Jolene held the phone, her usual good-natured face about to turn.

Viona is not crazy or shameless.

She was provoking, she was declaring war on Jolene.

Jolene took a deep breath and did not speak when the doorbell rang.