Chapter 37 The story of a six-dor hot pot


    Frances Louis doesn’t mind using the spoon I used, and my face blushes.


    The boss looks at us, trying to hold his smile. He might think that Frances Louis and I are lovers.


    Although I feel too intimate to share a spoon with him, I am embarrassed to ask the boss to give me


    another one.


    Frances Louis returns the spoon to me. I look at the remaining half of the Fried rice, don’t know what to


    do.


    “Just eat, it tastes not good if it gets cold.”


    The uncle urges, not knowing whether he does it on purpose or not.


    However, I can’t let him lose face. So I have to bite the bullet and continue to eat, and I don’t dare to


    look at the expression of Frances Louis.


    Finally, I finish the remaining half of the meal, and call the boss to pay the bill.


    “Six dors, two dors more than before.” The boss takes the money from my hand and says that he


    would go back to apany his wife and children. Therefore, I feel embarrassed to stay longer and


    leave with Frances Louis.


    After walking two steps, Frances Louis suddenly asks me, “have you heard the story of a six-dor hot


    pot?”


    Of course, I have.


    And this joke caused theughter of our dormitory for a month.


    What does he mean by saying this to me out of the blue?


    “What do you want to say?” I purse my lips, looking at Frances Louis.


    “I’d like to say, I can also sell my body to you. No matter how many times one night.”


    The deeper his voice is, the more seductive it is.


    I don''t know how he manages to say such shameless words.


    I stare at him and say angrily, “I''m going home. suit yourself.”


    Then, a car stops by. I stop it, open the door and get in.


    Behind mees the voice of Frances Louis.


    “Jane Noyes, you wille to me. And that day wille soon.”


    I don''t know how Frances Louis could say this with such confidence. I would recognize him as being


    insane. I don’t want to talk to him and got into the car.


    When I get home, Steven Song hasn’te back yet.


    Probably he is picked up by a sophisticated woman after drinking. Anyway he can''t suffer loss, so I


    don’t care much about him.


    Finally, I wash off the alcoholic smell on my body. Before going to bed, I still take some anti-allergy


    medicine, after all, I have to go to work tomorrow, I can’t disfigure my face.


    The next morning, when I get up and walk out of the room, I see Steven Song sitting on the couch with


    a nk look on his face.


    “What are you doing?” I ask him.


    “I seem to have drunk too muchst night. I can''t remember what happened afterwards.” He says


    nkly.


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    “So, how did youe back this morning?”


    “When I woke up, I was lying on a big hotel bed. I was alone, but I had nothing on and the sheets were


    so untidy. There must be something happenedst night.” He rubs his head, but couldn''t remember


    anything.


    “Rx. As long as ten monthster, there is no woman holding a child to recognize the father, then it


    will be fine. Come on, let’s go to work.”


    I grab Steven Song into the car. I hurry to thepany and start my work.


    When I am busy working like a bee, my phone suddenly rings.


    It’s my mother. I think she has forgotten that she has me as her daughter.


    Finally, I can’t ignore her. I hesitate for a moment, and pick up the phone.


    “Jane, your brother is in trouble!”