The New Wife is Delicious: The President Lightly Loves

"Feel sorry."

Joan finally chose these two words, Yan An'an's eyes were full of disappointment, why did she give up?Obviously you care so much, why don't you insist?Knowing that you will lose everything if you give up, why do you still insist on giving up?
Gu Xi Jue didn't care about these things, so there is still a difference between women and men.

"In this case, then you can call everyone in this cafe over, maybe we can make an appointment to discuss the transfer." Gu Xi Jue nodded towards Yan An'an.

"Let's change places, the time to come out is not too short, I don't have the courage to bear Live's anger." Gu Xi Jue stretched out his hand towards Yan An'an.

Yan An'an looked at Joan of Arc with some hesitation, put his hand on Gu Xi Jue's palm after hesitation, and stood up with Gu Xi Jue's strength.

Gu Xi Jue handed Joan a business card, "Please give me a reply within 5 days, I believe I will give a price that satisfies the owner."

Joan of Arc took the business card with both hands, "You seem to be a rich man, I will tell you the truth, and please wait at ease." Joan of Arc received the business card, and her heart settled down.

This day has come, White's coffee shop is finally going to its twilight years, Mr. White, I'm sorry, Joan of Arc still can't do it, and I have to renege on what I promised you.

Another business card was stuffed into Joan's hand, "If you need help, you can call me. Although I don't seem to be useful, I am still very reliable."

Yan An'an smiled softly, and Joan of Arc couldn't help but nodded, and then watched Gu Xi Jue and Yan An'an leave the cafe.

After the people walked out, Joan realized that she forgot to say, welcome to come next time.

"What a pity? A person who looks so domineering, but ended up using such gentle means." Ariwell was lying on the counter half bent, looking really disappointed.

"Did you do it on purpose?" What did Joan of Arc not understand, Erivel had never provoked a guest so proactively, and for her, what she liked more was what I would like you to do.

"It's not too stupid, but it's a bit late." Elivier nodded his lips, "No matter how much Joan of Arc you do, the result will still remain the same. Tell me why you are wasting your time here. What about your youth?"

Eliwell stepped out of the counter, gently curling up Joan's long brown hair, "Mr. White doesn't like this old-fashioned cafe, and this era doesn't use such obsolete things."

"Why do you and Old White insist? You know that there is no need for the Pure Land now." Ai Liwei walked behind Joan of Arc, "This era does not need ignorant people, you have already been eliminated."

"Remember to transfer the final payment to my account, it wasted so much of my time, so don't be too stingy." Before leaving, Ariwell blew kisses to the people in the cafe.

"It won't be long before everyone is welcome to come and play in our Garden of Eden." Ariwell's fingers slid from his lips to his chest, bouncing a few times like playing a piano on the chest, and then slowly slid to the bottom.

Then she walked out of the cafe without hesitation. Looking at this scene, Joan felt as embarrassed as Mrs. Thomson who was splashed with red wine when there was a quarrel in the opposite restaurant a few days ago.

After Ariwell left, the guests checked out one after another, Joan of Arc finished her work seriously, and the cafe was empty, just as deserted as before Ariwell came.

Joan picked up the rag and cleaned up the tables one by one. In fact, there was nothing difficult. In order to please Levi, these guests usually restrained themselves. The coffee had not been touched, and there were no stains on the tables.

Looking at the glass door where no one would come in, Joan had no choice but to turn over the sign that was open. Is it so late already?

Joan of Arc stood in front of the glass door, watching Xiyang, who was dyed red with white clouds, slowly getting drunk.How long has it been since I have seen such a beautiful scenery?
Obviously guarding one of the most beautiful places in the world, but forgetting the most beautiful scenery in the world, and immersing myself in nostalgia every day.

Why did you come here in the first place?Isn't it just for the peace and tranquility of this small town?It was an accident to meet Mr. White. I was a young girl at that time, and found the long-lost peace in Mr. White.

Because of this, I stayed by myself, and the two of them would set up a small table outside the cafe at sunset, cut a piece of brownie cake with a slight alcohol taste, and poured a cup of Irish coffee, feeling slightly drunk It is the most comfortable state in the world.

What Elliwell said is not wrong, she and Mr. White have been eliminated by this world, maybe it's time to execute Mr. White's will.

Back then, Mr. White was not so rebellious, and he didn't know a woman like Eliwell. He was still a lovable little gentleman, but after returning from studying abroad, Mr. White changed.

There is no difference between him and those outsiders. He is infatuated with money, indulges in pleasure, does not think about making progress, and likes to numb himself with alcohol.

However, Mr. White was already in his dying years, and he was no longer able to discipline Mr. White who had been crooked, so Mr. White chose to give the cafe to Joan of Arc.

Why hasn't the will been taken out?The reason is just that, seeing that Mr. White has no special skills, if you want to find a reason to give Mr. White back.

But it seems to be too late, the boy from back then has changed too thoroughly, if this is the case, then there is no need for it.

Joan looked at the completely dark sky, closed the glass door, pulled down the shutter door, and then found the scented candle left in the cafe.

"There's only purple left. It's Mr. White's favorite flavor of violets. Fading out, we agreed to save the violets until the end and order together, but Mr. White broke his promise, and now only Joan of Arc is left in the cafe." gone."

Joan took out a small purple scented candle, pulled out the hidden place of the counter, and lit the small purple candle, "How long do you think you can light the candle? This time I will accompany you, you Come with me too, and let's count the time, shall we?"

The purple candle flickered with a small light, and there was only this small candle light in the cafe.

The dial telephone on the side of Jeandra, although it is very old-fashioned, usually looks like a decoration, but it is a practical item that can be used.

I remember that when Mr. White used it to make a phone call for the first time, Joan was very frightened. After Mr. White finished the call, he smiled very mischievously, but he still asked Mr. White to teach him how to use it carefully.

Thinking about the series of familiar numbers that I kept in my heart, and listening to the sound of the dial's constant recovery, I suddenly felt that everything was so nostalgic.

The old-fashioned dial phone didn't have as many ringtones as today's, just a simple beeping sound. It seemed to be very busy over there, and the phone was not answered after a long time.

But what Joan of Arc lacks most now is time, so Joan of Arc waited patiently, and finally picked up the phone.

"Joan of Arc, you are finally willing to call me." The voice on the other end of the phone was so familiar, but there was a little more cynicism that was so strange.

"What would you do if someone wanted to buy the cafe at a very high price?" Joan of Arc did not reminisce with Mr. White, but directly expressed her temptation.

If it is not for sale, then Joan will hide the will. If it is for sale, then it is estimated that... there will be no chance to communicate again in the future.

"I want to sell, will you take out the will?" Little White smiled happily over there, "Jeanne, do you know? I have been waiting for you to take out the will, and I have been waiting for too long."

"Do you know the existence of a will?" Joan of Arc hadn't thought about this question, but why was Little White so calm when he knew there was a will?
"Of course I know, Joan of Arc, I am also my father's child, although I have become less polite to you later, and to put it harshly, I am deviant."

"But Joan, my father will not abandon me because of this. For him, the cafe and me are more important. After all, I am his only relative."

"So dear Joan of Arc, do you understand?" Mr. White said so easily and freely, Joan of Arc really couldn't understand.

"You know, why didn't you object? Or, why did you accept the existence of this will so calmly?" Joan of Arc felt that perhaps she was always the one who was stupid, and Mr. White was much more sober than herself.

"Dear Joan, I am different from my father. That cafe changed the meaning for me. It was used by my father to commemorate my mother, and you are the same as my deceased mother, so I and My father means, just give you the cafe."

"Jeanne, I'm a man, I'm still young, I can use my hands and feet to get everything I want, I don't need to live under the shade of my ancestors, that coffee shop is more important to you than to me good."

"But dear Joan, you have to be brave. I thought that Elivier could irritate you, but you are really too patient. You will worry me a lot and you will be bullied." Mr. White's tone was full of dissatisfaction.

"Don't be burdened. Even if I failed, why would you just drive me out? Jeanne, you are the biggest reason I can rest assured."

"I can never see the haze in your eyes, but the arrival of Elivier makes me see that you are not happy, but the reason why my father and I gave the cafe to you is not because of this cafe Not happy, or father and I will be deeply guilty. Be strong, dear."