Spoil My Errant Wife

Chapter 91: He Treats Me Very Well

 It was the evening.

The prosperous commercial street was noisy and many cars were bustling and the largest commercial bar in the center of the square was shining with colorful light beams, which was particularly dazzling and lively.

"Patrick, are you in a bad mood?"

Compared to the hustle and bustle of the dance floor in the bar, the east side of the bar seemed a little chilly and no one dared to come over.

"Patrick, you'd better not drink so much.You've been suffering from migraines lately.It's probably because of your old injury.This is no trifle"

Charles hesitated for a long time before he dared to persuade him.

The man on the left raised his glass and gulped it down.

With his calm eyes, he glanced coldly at Charles.

Charles felt a chill on his back and he immediately shut up.

It was all because Chandler had to deal with his own problems, or else Charles wouldn't have to face such a gloomy Patrick alone.

Charles knew that Patrick hated it when people talked about his old wounds, so he quickly changed the subject.

"By the way, Patrick, haven't you heard from Derek yet?"

"I can't find him’’ Patrick thought of his good buddy and there was a deep frown on his face.

He was upset and poured another half glass of whiskey.

"What a strange thing.It was hard for him to wake up.How could he be missing."

Charles raised his eyebrows and muttered softly.

But that Derek had always been a weirdo.

Although they knew him from a young age, no one really knew him.

Charles had remembered that every time he competed with that guy, he would be at a loss.

As Chandler said, Derek didn't want to be disturbed.

Even Patrick had no way to change this.

But...

What exactly did Derek want to do? When Charles looked at Patrick again, he was a little surprised.

He found that Patrick had put down his wine glass and looked at the hot girls diagonally across him with complicated expressions.

The women across from them were wearing silk stockings, tight scarlet suspender skirts, and they were leering with their heavily made-up faces.

One of the women stood against the bar, her right foot slightly raised, and her long legs gradually exposed.

It seemed that people who came here were all for playing.

Did Patrick want to find a sex partner? This thought immediately popped into Charles's head.

However, the next second, Charles felt that this idea was a little stupid.

in

long as you spend money on

Patrick turned to look

that the man who is willing to pay for them had the true love

continued to

the most convenient and simple way for these

they would spend

could

Spend money on her...

crystal wine glass with

glass with the mellow liquor,

and he muttered meaningfully, "But there is one kind of woman

it was not

never said anything

directly got her and sent

jewelry or spend

seem to

always like

guess that it must

afraid

It was so awkward.

he still scared her, and then

give birth?

a

was in a

opened his mouth slightly and

phone on the bar

"Derek?"

looked at the strange phone number and

Patrick's phone number and this

all worried

all, he was terribly injured that

in the United States for

became more serious, and

other end of the phone seemed very

"Hello, are you Mark?"

a strange voice, and

other side of the phone was a little loud

he could clearly hear the name "Mark", which

"Yes," Patrick replied calmly.

person

from class 301, grade x5, First High School of C City...You

week, we have a class reunion.Do you want

other party paused, as if afraid of rejection, and solemnly emphasized, "Not only our class, but also other students of our major,

Patrick lost his patience and said one

was a

from A City.Our party happened to be at the Red

no more conversation because Patrick hung up his phone directly and threw his phone

was not surprised to see him cut off

big business people, not to mention this

thought about the past,

high school in C City to be a teaching assistant? If his

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