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"Six in the morning, six in the morning. Hell! It's six in the morning, Nolan!"

I sat on the fabric sofa in the living room, holding my sweet lady in my arms, so angry that I couldn't even drink my morning coffee.

Drinking coffee on an empty stomach in the morning is a terrible thing though.

not good for health.However, it seems that everyone knows that if you eat too much sweets, you will be several times more likely to get diabetes——

I love strawberry mousse.

"You told me at six in the morning that you were throwing a party tonight and you were going to invite a bunch of models? Take your models to hell!"

"I just wanted to borrow your space."

"No, you know, it's my book day once a month."

Even if Nolan got down on his knees and begged me, I wouldn't change my course.

On the first day of every month, I will be alone on the lawn where the best open-air banquet in New York City is held, leaning on a deck chair on the lawn alone, watching Aaron from a—— Spend a leisurely day with a first-edition novel that God knows where—where to get your hands on it.

"Even if you were my parents, I wouldn't agree."

Then I pulled the corners of my mouth, showing a smile that was definitely uglier than crying.

"Oh, I forgot. My parents have been dead for years. And my brother."

last blow.

"I can hardly remember their names. Let alone their faces."

Then, Nolan really got down on one knee, put on a proposal posture, held my right hand in both hands, and said sincerely, "For the tribe."

I lost.

Completely defeated.

"For the Horde."

For the sake of the Horde, I sacrificed my once-a-month luxury.

"Please, I've never been this sincere even to God."

"It's a real pleasure for me."

I reached out and touched Nolan's head, and the next moment I wanted to hug my sweetheart and fall asleep on the sofa.

As a result, Nolan left a sentence, "I will pick you up at one o'clock in the afternoon.", and immediately ran out of my house excitedly.

I decided to tell the doorman never to let Nolan in again.

I really had to decide to do it.

After hanging up the phone, I heard someone behind me speak.

"I thought it would be better to let the grid on the wall do what it should."

As soon as I turned around, I saw Aaron standing behind me in a gray suit.

He holds a large bouquet of birds of paradise.

my favorite flower.

They looked as if they were about to burn.

I really like this kind of flowers that leave me with the first impression.I know, I really shouldn't see any psychiatrist.anyone.

Never look.

He took the bouquet, kissed his cheek, and then got straight to the point.

"So, what's the matter with my Mr. Green coming to see me?"

"'My Mr. Green'..."

Aaron made fun of me calling him like he was eating something delicious.I don't find it funny at all.not at all.

"Can't I come to you when I have nothing to do?"

"Please, don't look at me like I hurt your heart. Every time you come to me, you don't want to ask me for something, so I eat the carpet."

"Looks like. I'm going to order a strawberry mousse carpet."

An hour later, Aaron and I were eating a medium-rare veal steak and watching the World Cup live on the couch.

"I'll order a very nice strawberry mousse rug... for my Elizabeth."

I never found Aaron to be such a... seductive man.

Then, I threw the phone under the couch.

Eight hours later, upon waking up——

No woman would like to hear a man borrow money from her early in the morning.

Especially when the other party swore last night, "I didn't come to you because of something." Then she had sex with you.

I grabbed the checkbook from the nightstand, signed my name and threw the blank check to Aaron, telling him—

"You must be the most expensive male|prostitute I have ever found."

Afterwards, I told him—

"Never, ever, don't come to me again. Thank God. I beg you."

After watching Aaron, who had come to my house, leave through the window, I found my cell phone from under the sofa and saw a dozen missed calls from Nolan on it. I dialed it and told him a sad thing thing -

"I want to get married."

Then, half an hour later, I sat in Nolan's living room, watching Nolan, whose eyes were still bloodshot after a night of carnival, and I was relatively silent for ten seconds with him.

Afterwards, over espresso (no sugar or milk) and jam toast, he and I discussed the rich and golden bachelors all over America.

"Come on, Lisa, you are young, beautiful, and have billions of dollars in liquidity and various real estate as a dowry. Who wouldn't want to marry you?"

"he?"

I grabbed a photo that looked familiar, and Nolan snatched it from me.

"No. He can't."

"why?"

"Because he's my favorite."

"I see."

So the topic continued to slip into a sad situation.It's getting sadder.

Nolan decided to take me to the auction for a bachelor day date with a rich diamond kingpin, to shoot a man.

"They're not even worth the last few zeros of my bank balance."

"If you're looking for a man to marry in terms of money, my dear, you'll never want to find a suitable man in your life."

"Is it a great sin that I have money?"

I asked Nolan this question very seriously.

Then, Nolan told me a very interesting thing.

"Who do you like, I will take a picture and give it to you."

"Can?"

"Anyway, they didn't say that this date man can't hold a sign."

I think I see the expression on Nolan's face.

A bad-ass malicious smile.

In return, I ordered that picture of the man Nolan was holding in the morning saying "this is my dish".

In any case, I believe that no high-tech entrepreneur from Silicon Valley would refuse the invitation of the two of us.

I have enough money to squander in my next life, and so does Nolan.

But, the two of us just wanted to have fun.

Three people team up to brush copies together, this is the ideal life in my dream.

Get married to him, only fools want to get married.

I lied.

Half a year later, when Aaron reappeared in front of me with a real estate, I swear, I really want to let Miss Sweetheart bite him.

but……

He took my check, and for a dollar, sold me a perfectly restored castle.

"Legally, I can sell it for as much as I want."

"Would you like to let me live in it? I will be responsible for all the maintenance costs every year."

"Yes, I think so."

I'm going to talk to a lawyer about getting married.

Let's wait until Aaron puts the engagement ring on me.