In My Desperate Time

“Here are the documents. You can have a look by yourself. This is an imported car, just the paint needs six hundred thousand dollars, plus the repair of the body, the freight back and forth, and a lot of costs you don’t understand, I ask exactly how much it costs.”

I go through the documents one by one and find that it is exactly the same as what Frances Louis says.

Now, my whole person wither down.

It seems that the dream of paying back less money has been dashed.

“I'll pay you back. Thank you for helping me tonight. I'll treat you to dinner someday.”

“Today is the day.”

I am just saying it casually, but Frances Louis takes it seriously and locks the doors, leaving me no chance to escape.

Damn him, how could he be so scheming!

I am a poor working people, and have to be exploited by such a rich man.

I regret, it would make me look not

just hope that he would not eat me into bankrupt.

I clutch my purse

that the fried rice is good near No.2 middle

Frances Louis drives there, not giving me a chance

how much does Fried rice cost? Does he look down upon me, thinking I have

don't want to argue with Frances Louis, because when

in high school. My favorite food then was the Fried rice next to the school. My family didn’t give me much living expenses, so I almost ate Fried rice for three meals a day. The boss and I got to know each other, and my Fried rice were basically more than half of the

of Fried rice, my mouth is watering.

arrive, the boss is ready to close the

Frances Louis and I go in, he stares at us and recognizes me.

have grown into such a beautiful

this old man making Fried rice skillfully according to my preferences,

Those young memories also come up.