woman wearing irish linen shirt

I was a little startled when I heard her words, her tone was too casual, as if she was using a claw machine to help me catch my favorite doll.

I smiled and shook my head again: "Thank you, but I'm afraid I won't accept it."

"Why?" Her tone seemed to be joking and serious, but I kept both eyes on the road conditions, and I couldn't judge which one from the expression, "Don't you want it?"

"Well... not that much." I changed my mind, "There is no need for use, and it is not cost-effective. Counting the certificate of ownership, the car I can see will cost at least 30 Singapore dollars, and if I Exchange the same money for stock in our company..."

"Your company's stock is really worth investing in." She seemed to be just chatting, "But I would say that a car worth 30 yuan is not too much for you. If you want to buy a car, what would you choose? Porsche? AMG?"

"I haven't thought about it." I glanced at her, "I bought my first car when I was studying for a Ph. D., a Lexus RX with [-] miles. For a new car, the alternative at the time was the Forester."

Miss Pan De laughed: "Tai Ji."

"What, I don't say that others won't know." I made eye contact with her, "I haven't thought about cars since I arrived in Singapore. Maybe like you said, a sports car will Great choice. I'm impressed with your car too, but I can't afford it, and in my current position, it's not a good fit for such a luxury car."

"You can," said Miss Pender, "you'll have a good enough car soon enough."

I paused and didn't answer.Miss Pender obviously meant something.

She may have seen the change in my face, but she continued: "If you can be a little more obedient. Whether I buy it for you or you sign the bill yourself, I will say that a car worth 30 Singapore dollars will not let you down. You've been thinking about it for too long."

I shift gears.

He loosened her hand.

"I thought we had already agreed that we wouldn't talk about work in private time." I tried to keep my tone as calm as possible.

Miss Pender was still half lying down.Like imitating human walking, her two fingers slowly jumped from my left hand to my forearm and then to my elbow joint. Maybe the distance was too far, so I tapped twice and retreated, and finally stopped at my elbow. the back of the hand.Miss Pender's fingertips stroked me tenderly, but I restrained myself from responding.

"Are you angry?"

"I think it's very understandable."

"Very good." Her hand suddenly left, "Now you know how I feel."

Her sudden indifference made me furious, and no matter how I suppressed it, it didn't help.The rain was getting heavier, I turned the steering wheel, pulled over and said, "How do you feel?"

"How do you feel?" she asked back.

I turned off the ignition, and I still didn't look at her. Miss Pender seemed to be tired of enjoying the rain, and the back of her chair bounced back to its original position.

I said, "I feel the anger."

"It's a start."

"I feel disrespected, I feel challenged," I clasped my hands, enduring my feelings, all, "feeling like you're making fun of something I value, feeling like you're... playing with me in the palm of your hand. And then I just started feeling uncontrollably excited."

She nodded: "What else?"

"And memories. Lots and lots of images coming back to focus with anger, memories of what I felt, what I heard—all magnified. It's as if I could peel away your Clothes." I unbuckle my seat belt.

"Are you going to be mad at yourself for that?"

I didn't answer her.

Tropical rainstorms are always crazy.

At first we couldn't even count as kissing.Miss Pan De came here to bite me. She knew that I couldn't defend myself, but she just gnawed me when I was most vulnerable.The sweet smell overflowed in an instant, she licked my wound, and bit me again.

This time she was much lighter, with a sense of comfort, but more like declaring her own ownership.

Miss Pender's lipstick smells wonderfully chocolatey.

I don't know if she vented her anger: I didn't.It should be said that my anger was unknowingly replaced by something homogeneous, and when I realized it, there was only a spreading sense of crisis left.

It seems that someone is competing with me for the last breath of oxygen.

It also seemed that there was no such opponent at all—it was just myself, already addicted to excitement.

Her fingers pressed tightly against the roots of my hair.Miss Pan De is gentle at this moment, but no one knows what will happen in the next second.I secretly felt a constriction, like the shadow of the wind blowing away the missing gravel on a dune.

Secret waterways run through the desert.

She took advantage of me.

I set fire to robbery.

When they separated, both of them were panting, and the rain outside the car was menacing.I buttoned all the loose shirt buttons: "Is it better?"

She put on her seat belt: "Drive your car."

Silent answers flowed in the thin air.

It was just drinking poison to quench thirst.

I asked for leave the next day.

Friday is Hari Raya Hari Raya, a day off. Ms. Pande and I originally planned to go to Sentosa for the weekend. A friend lent her a villa with a beach.It's a pity that she has a temporary job, and I couldn't hide my disappointment, so I secretly wrote down a note to Miss Pan De.

It's a bit embarrassing to say, but I didn't eat a single bite of high-carb food this week in order to maintain the perfect bikini look.

Lao Huang took a deep breath: "It seems that this is the first time I've seen you eat potato chips?"

"It's possible." As I spoke, I stuffed another large piece into my mouth, "Do you think Katya will be angry?"

Katya is the eldest's second daughter.She treats me to treats every time I'm at their house and gives me flowers from the yard - I don't know why - but I've never actually unpacked her treats before.

"Isn't it?"

"Rudra seems to have established a very strict set of snack management measures, and Katya is now undergoing orthodontic treatment, it may be difficult to get snacks." I looked at him, "Don't you understand? Pretending to be a gift for guests , bought it under this name, and then gave it to customers who would never eat it..."

Lao Huang shook his head: "It didn't happen in my childhood."

"I haven't experienced it either. But can't you try to empathize?" I shook the half-remaining bag, "Would you like it?"

Lao Huang's head shook violently like a rattle: "I'm 'cleanly gaining muscle'."

I laughed at him: "Clean muscle gain is bullshit."

"Clean muscle gain is very scientific!"

"Okay, let me put it another way." I rolled my eyes, "Clean bulking will make you friendless."

Old Huang muttered, struggling for three to five seconds: "You are right. Give me a piece."

He quietly turned his back and ate it while his sister-in-law was not paying attention.

The sun is very strong today, we hid under the umbrella on the terrace to enjoy the cool, only the boss who is not afraid of the sun is preparing his barbecue in the yard in full swing.The children are all playing games indoors. Today, the eldest daughter of the boss went to find friends, and no one is the "Kid King".Originally, I wanted to sacrifice my life for righteousness, but just as I was about to take the lead, the boss' wife volunteered.

This is probably a living Bodhisattva.

The boss's wife works as a technical expert in an oil company. She usually travels a lot and is busier than the boss. This year may be her happiest time.If I were her, facing the opportunity to see five and a half children at one go, I would definitely avoid it.

What a hero mother.

Another hero mother is working overtime with her back to us.I guess my sister-in-law has heard the sound of Lao Huang chewing potato chips, and true love has to choose to turn a blind eye.

In Singapore, a landed home is a luxury.There are even fewer detached houses with yards like the boss's house. Most of the landed houses have parking spaces at the entrances, and there is no room for planting flowers and grass.Fortunately, his house has two open-air parking spaces and two closed-air parking spaces-although there are only two cars-in addition to a rare private lawn of [-] square feet, which is specially paved for the old family's pet dog.

Right now there is a khaki-colored Chihuahua rolling around on the lawn.I don't know why it's so excited: maybe it's because it's busy but keeps an eye on its owner.

The boss gave Chihuahua a look that might have been appreciative.

From my impression, the boss's favorite pet should be a Labrador—or at least a loyal and reliable dog like a dachshund, not... not a Chihuahua.

I'm actually gradually recovering from the huge shock of seeing Boss and his chihuahua for the first time three years ago.

Really.

The sun was too poisonous, the boss looked at the pet dog having fun on the lawn with relief, and came towards us. Lao Huang hurriedly took out a can of beer from the refrigerator and handed it over.

"What do you think of that car?" The boss pouted at the postal green sports car parked at the door.

It was a top-of-the-line Jaguar F-TYPE, a commemorative gift from his wife for his new job.

"Very sexy." Lao Huang said.

It's quite hot, not to mention I thought it was Kevin's car.

"It's romantic," I said.

"Great for the kids' college tuition," said the eldest.

All three of us laughed.

Lao Huang touched my arm with his elbow: "Don't you ask?"

"Ask what?" said the boss.

I took a breath and glared at Lao Huang.He did this again, he was the one who muttered about the car just now, but now he said it as if I was the only one who was curious.

But the boss has already opened his mouth, and it is impossible for me to put him there to argue with Lao Huang.I was a little embarrassed, and whispered: "Well, Rudra, what is that on the front of the car?"

"Calendula." He said as if it should be taken for granted, "Haven't you seen it?"

"It's rare to see one dressed in a garland..." In fact, it was the first time I saw it.

On the front face of that beautiful convertible sports car, there is a whole bunch of yellow and white marigolds hanging from the grille.It feels a bit like the kind of garlands that locals give to distinguished guests in an island like Hawaii—only for cars.

How should I put it, it looks very Indian at first glance.

"Oh," the boss suddenly realized, "this car was sent to the temple yesterday to finish puja. I won't dare to drive on the road next week without doing puja."

Puja.I grasped the word from the context.

"Here, do you want to make Puja for the car?" Old Huang stammered.

At this time, the Chihuahua barked and ran over excitedly.

"Yes." The boss hugged the Chihuahua in his arms, and it was hard to say which one was more eye-catching, the Chihuahua sticking out his tongue and almost touching the boss's cheek, or the boss who was soaked in the muddy water on the Chihuahua's body and dirty half of it "It's just to bless the car. Don't you do it?"

Lao Huang and I shook our heads slowly.

Huang Xiuwen was speechless at the moment.I bit the bullet and said, "I haven't done it yet. I don't have a car."

The boss holding his pet dog is in a very good mood.He smiled rarely: "You will have a car."

The garland of cars in the distance is very eye-catching.