Telling Lies, loving you

It was not until this moment that she realized how stupid she was.

She lowered her head and peeked at Walter who was standing not far away. She felt more embarrassed when she found he was still looking at her.

"Welcome to join us!"

Walter didn't say anything about her arrival. However, when she came, Michelle in her casual clothes left a totally different impression. He was fascinated by her bare face.

She had many questions to ask this man.

She hesitated because the new store was opening, and there were few customers this morning. Looking at the empty and silent storefront, Michelle panicked. If nobody comes, does it mean that her salary today will be reduced too?

During the lunch time, Michelle chatted with Walter.

"Walter, you don't seem to be lack of money. Why do you open a shop by yourself?" Although she didn't know who Walter was, she was sure that he was from a rich or powerful family.

If he is just the owner of the photo studio, how could he afford the British brand clothes? The coat alone cost ten thousands!

As for how she knew about it, she believed that nowadays the Internet was so advanced.

"Who will complain about money? But I have been wandering outside for such a long time. The reason why I settle down in C city is that I'm waiting for someone. "

"Waiting for someone? Is she your secret lover? " She couldn't help making a joke, but her joke just hit his heart.

When he nodded, she was shocked. She wondered what kind of girl was able to keep a handsome man waiting for her?

What an honor it was?

She thought, if that person was her, she would definitely be happy to death!

Although she had been with Walter for a short time, she was sure that he was a rare good man. The lunch was cooked by him. It tasted good. Besides, the ingredients there were exquisite, which proved that he was an excellent cook.

After lunch, they rested for a while in the shop and began to work again.

What pleased her was that more and more people came to the shop and wanted to take photos. But most of them were couples. Some of them came for wedding photos, while some for art photos.

There was no dresser in the shop, so the makeup work fell on her.

She was not very professional, but her makeup was generally recognized by everyone. Maybe she hadn't met difficult clients.

that you speak something, then something would

down the things in her hands, a delicate voice

standing next to her was a bulky

see at a glance that this woman loved the man for money. The

walked in first, wearing 10cm high heels. Her waist was even twisted when walking, as if

no choice but to approach them with a professional smile on her face.

woman turned around. She looked frivolously at Michelle in front of her, and then looked around. She said in a strange voice, "of course I come to take pictures. Or come

tried to put a restraint on her anger and not to make a fuss about that woman's matter.

of people in the world that you can offend. But remember

Seeing what was

we can take art pictures of couples, or wedding pictures.

finish his words, he was stopped by

here." The woman said unkindly, and she was not obsessed with the handsome man

money was far more than worship a handsome man.

say anything, just standing

"don't you hear that? My woman said she wanted your boss to come. Do you believe that I can let you live on air

overwhelmed him. Michelle covered her nose to avoid the disgusting smell.

He did nothing except being very

right thing to do to drive away the guest. But when they met such a difficult guest, no matter

"Sir, I am the boss

at Walter with doubt. He looked him up and down for a long time and then said with disdain, "you are the boss? Who believes that you are the boss at such a

behind the fat man also laughed.

We're about to close the shop." Aware that the situation was not good, Michelle quickly came up to dissuade, worrying

Although she didn't own this shop,

Anyway, don't fight!

drunk. He walked towards Walter and finally stopped in front of him. Looking up at him, he said, "if you don't

flower basket from the ground and directly dropped it to the ground. He stepped on it with his feet heavily before he

response. It seemed that he was trying hard to

low voice and didn't go

seemed that the fat man wasn't satisfied with that. He continued to rummage through the bakery. And the woman stood there, with her hands crossed over

anymore. She took her phone out of her pocket and wanted to call the police. But in the next second, she saw Walter walking over, and before she could react,

think I'm as weak as a mouse, don't

unhappy,

man up and threw him to the ground. The