Wolf President Hooks Up

Chapter 73: Young Master, What Fate Is This

“I really can’t eat anymore, I’m too full! I don’t want to eat!”

“Oh, you really don’t want to eat anymore.” Elaine craned her neck and looked into the flask, oh gosh, there were so many leftovers. With her eyes, she could see there were at least two bowls left.

“Then I’ll eat the remaining, it will be a pity to throw it away.”

“No way!” Oliver suddenly yelled, shocking Elaine.

“Why not? You still want to eat it?”

“I, I don’t want to eat it…”

“Since you don’t want to eat it, then I’ll finish it, the weather’s quite warm, it would be a waste to not eat it.”

“No! You shouldn’t eat it!” Oliver sighed, scratched his hair, and said, “My subordinate hasn’t eaten yet, save it for him. Don’t eat it.”

Elaine had no choice but to put down the spoon. Glanced at Oliver. Humph, it turned out that rich people were stingy too. Even a few wontons were in his eyes and wouldn’t let her taste a few—Profiteer, oh, profiteer.

“Oh! I should leave now. I’m running late. I have to reach the office before half-past one in the afternoon, I’ve not finished one more job. Besides, it would take a long time to take the bus. Then, have a good rest, Master Young, I’ll make a move first.”

Oliver’s face collapsed and didn’t persuade much and nodded sadly, “Then you’ll visit me at night.”

“At night? I can’t do it at night, I’m going to work at Y Nightclub.”

“Come on, I’ll give Fifth Brother a call, and let you take a day off without deducting your salary. This will work, right?”

Elaine frowned. It wasn’t about the salary if she didn’t go Y Nightclub. It was just that the tips there were high, and she wouldn’t be able to earn tips she didn’t go.

“Oh, let me see, I’ll call you again then, okay?”

You… You head back soon, be careful on the road.” Elaine grinned, nodded, and left carrying

so smoothly. So lucky! How would she know that as soon as she stepped out, Oliver jumped off the hospital bed? He ran to the washroom and laid beside the toilet, vomiting hard. Basically, all the wonton he had swallowed was vomited

in, startled, shouted while running over, “Master, what’s wrong? What’s wrong with

the towel

many did

cramped, “About

eat

you don’t understand… Even if that wonton was poison, I have to eat it. My woman made it meticulously… There are still wontons in the flask,

That Miss Elaine is too much, she can’t be trusted to even do one thing right, she can actually make

know! Even if I die of poison, I’m happy too. Get lost, don’t hang around in front of me, it’s annoying. Also, get

“Yes, Master.”

the ward, he met a nurse and couldn’t help complain, “what kind of fate does our Master have, why did he meet

wonton she made was saltier than salted vegetables, almost killed our Young Master with salt! We can say that our

Miss Elaine, and our Young Master was so well-behaved. Our Young Master eats the food she cooked. Young Master even said that even if it was poison, he would take it if she gave it

woman who deserved a beating! Isn’t she purely harming our Young Master? The Young Master’s head was injured by her, and now she is causing our

was talking happily, someone joined in from behind, and curiously asked, “Who is so bold and even

guy who was talking wildly was startled, jumped up immediately, bowed

lunch and had drunk red and white wine. He was about 60% drunk with

Master, and it was too salty and made our Young Master vomited

face was as if he was listening to a book from heaven, “There’s such a rare thing? Haha… Oliver, that guy is going to fall into the

twitched. How could he still laugh when someone was

the door, slightly drunk, and shook the lunch box in his hand with a smile.

food, why, does the Young Master look so uncomfortable? Why is that eyebrow frowning so hard? Oh, which cruel thief provoked our handsome Master Oliver? Hey, kid, what’s that expression on your face, don’t tell me, you don’t want to

his long legs to Oliver’s side. Jabbing his fingers against Oliver’s forehead, jokingly, “What’s wrong? Really don’t want to see me? Then I’ll

laughing and cursing, “Who do you think you are? A seventeen or eighteen-year-old young girl? Why do I have to see you? Didn’t you just bring me a meal? And here you are bragging. Let

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