Tiffany went for a stroll around.
Originally, she wanted to relax, but she did not expect to sprain her ankle.
Thus, not only did she not relax, she was even more annoyed.
When she limped back, she saw two people hugging each other by the stream not far away.
Tiffany felt that she was looking for troubles.
She didn't expect to embarrass herself.
Tiffany took a deep breath when she saw the child sitting on the small table doing his homework
quietly.
A sense of guilt surged in her heart for no reason.
She felt that she was polluting the young.
Forget it; that was it.
Tiffany walked over to the kid and sat down.
"Hey, kid, what grade are you in?" She asked.
"Fourth grade."
Tiffany looked at his textbook.
She added, "You're so young, who taught you to flirt...cheat on the Internet?"
Little Pig Rabbit put down his pencil and said seriously, "Sister Magical Sailor Moon, I'm not lying to
you.I..."
"Stop! Stop!"
Tiffany hurriedly said, "That's not my real name.Just call me sister.Don't use the net name."
"OK."
Tiffany thought he was polite and asked, "You didn't lie to me.Then why did you send me...that kind of
picture?"
Facing a child, she was somewhat unable to say the word abdominal muscle.
Little Pig Rabbit tilted his head and said, "Didn't you ask me to send it? I learned from the Internet that
this kind of photo is the most trustworthy, so I found the one I thought was the best to send it to you."
Tiffany did ask at that time, but she didn't know...She slowly exhaled and repeatedly told herself not to
argue with a kid.
Tiffany turned her head and took out a bag of ice from the box where the food was placed.
She found a cloth to wrap it around her sprained ankle.
Seeing this, Little Pig Rabbit took out a bottle of spray from his schoolbag and gave it to her.
Tiffany was stunned, "Why would you have this?"
"My mother is a doctor.She asks me to carry rubbing alcohol and this with me.It will always be useful."
Hearing this, Tiffany became interested, "What about your father? What does he do?"
He looked upset.He lowered his head and remained silent.
Tiffany knew that she might have asked something sensitive, so she smiled with embarrassment and
changed the topic, "Hey, which school are you studying at?"
"I don't go to school now."
"Why?"
Little Pig Rabbit looked at her vigilantly and said, "Nothing.My mother said there are many bad people
outside, so she didn't let me go to school."
Tiffany was stunned.
His mother didn't let him go to school for fear of bad people, but let him meet with netizens? Tiffany
couldn't understand this.
She really had to talk to his parents when she sent this kid back today.
What did his mother think? Luckily, he met her this time.
What if he really met someone with bad intention next time? Very quickly, the sky darkened and
everyone returned one after another.
Sharon stood beside the grill and just as she put the charcoal in, Jameson walked to her side.
He took off his coat and put it in her embrace, "Stay aside."
"You know how to do this?"
As Jameson took off his watch, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Of course."
The jerk started to be arrogant again.
Sharon took the watch he handed over, found a clean place to put it down, and went over to help him.
Just as Sharon approached, she smelled a burnt scent.
Sharon was lost for words.
She knew it would be like this.
"I'll do it," she said helplessly.
Jameson was truly a young master.
He was always served by others.
It was really a disaster to ask him help in kitchen.
Jameson walked to the side and finally had an excuse, "You didn't let me do it."
Sharon glared at him.
It was like bargaining for stolen goods.
Not long after, the barbecue was ready.
These ingredients were prepared beforehand, and they were all semi-finished products.
Sharon just roasted them and added some ingredients.
It was easy to deal with them.
Therefore, Sharon really did not understand how Jameson could scorch the food when she turned
around and put the things away.
Originally, the girls wanted to come over to help, but when they saw Jameson stand behind Sharon
with his hands in his pants pockets, no one dared to come over.
At this time, Sharon's phone vibrated.
She was busy, so she said to Jameson, "Mr.Proctor, check whos calling."
Jameson reached out and picked up her phone.It was an unfamiliar number.
He walked to the side and answered it.
On the other end of the phone, it was quiet for a long time before it let out a strange laugh, "My dear
daughter, I heard that you are participating in the competition again.How much is the prize this time?"
Hearing his voice, Jameson's expression did not change.
He said indifferently, "How much the reward is depends on whether you have the life to take it or not."
Josh didn't expect Jameson to answer the phone.
He paused for a while before saying, "Jameson, you can't say that.Both you and my daughter are
rich.What I want is nothing to you."
"How much do you want?"
Josh's voice was hoarse as he chuckled, his laughter becoming even stranger, "300 million."
"Of course, it's nothing.I'll burn it for you when I'm free."
It seemed that Jameson wanted to hang up.
Josh hurriedly said, "Jameson, let me remind you that there are many people looking for me outside
now.Guess what they want from me? I took the initiative to contact my daughter because we are
family.Otherwise, they will give me the money, too."
Jameson said indifferently, "You are so naive.They might not even negotiate with you.At most, they will
throw you into the sewer to rot."
Josh was a little anxious.
He should be in an empty place.
He said with an echo, "Dear Jameson, I know that you are deliberately scaring me.I also know that
those are not good things, so I didn't let them find them.Now, I won't bargain with you anymore.One
hundred million, just one hundred million! As long as I get the money, I'll scram far away and never
bother you again! "
"Nice try."
After a pause, Jameson looked at the number on the screen and frowned, "Don't call Sharon again.She
doesn't have that much money.Don't disturb her."
"I know.I know.Then ...how can I contact you?"
Jameson gave him Jacob's number, "Since you asked me for so much money, you should be more
sincere."
Josh knew what he meant, "I understand.I will bring the film."
Jameson didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore, so he hung up the phone and pulled the
number into the blacklist.
When he returned, the barbecue was prepared, and a group of people was sitting around the fire,
clapping their hands and singing a song.
Sharon walked to him and asked, "What took you so long? Who called just now?"
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