Cold CEO Pampering Wife Diary

Chapter 35 Where Do I Live

Bess didn't put down her guitar until the last person in front of her left.

"We've made much more money than I thought," said Bess to Fred, who was very happy like a child. I knew I could make money for you! "

"You are a good singer," Fred praised to Bess, "do you really like singing so much? " Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

"To be exact, I like music. Don't you think that music is magical? You seemed to be able to mix yourself with it. You know, give me a guitar then I can live anywhere, the music is already in my blood. "Bess kept talking to Fred, as if she couldn't finish speaking as long as it came to music.

"Okay, I know how much you like it." Fred stopped Bess with a smile. He was afraid that if he didn't stop her, she would say it for a day. " You've earned money now. Let's go, we didn't have dinner this evening. How about inviting me to dinner?"

"Of course! Let's go! Put the things back into the bar first." Bess said and put the guitar box into the guitar case, she carried it on her back and was about to leave with the microphone rack.

Fred couldn't catch up with Bess. He put the voice box on his shoulder and trotted to catch up with her.

"It's late, why don't you go home? Where do you live? " Fred asked while walking.

"I am homeless. If I could go home, then I don't need to come here to work for you." Bess secretly rolled her eyes in her heart, she thought, 'he doesn't know that I want to live here. However, I have a job here, at least not to be looked down upon by Jack and dad.'

"How about my working for you?" Bess said to Fred, "I'll take you to sing on the street and we can split the money, and you just need to offer me a room for me to live." She thought it was a good idea.

"No way! I don't think it's suitable for me to work in the crowded street every day. After all, I'm not young person like you." Fred rejected immediately.

"Shame on you! You are not at the same age as me, but you still can't offer a single meal like me!" Bess really hit the nail on the head.

Fred was rendered speechless.

"Hey, it seems that someone is in your bar!" When they were about to open the door, Bess heard some voice inside and asked Fred cautiously, "Is there a thief?"

"No! Let's get inside. "Fred carried the box and opened the door and walked in, ignoring Bess.

The lively appearance of the bar was not the same place as the cold and light bar in the day. Bess stood at the door, wondering if they had gone to the wrong place.

"Wait, wait, wait. Did we enter the wrong place?" Bess hurried forward and grabbed Fred. She couldn't believe what she had seen.

"No!" Fred is shouting at Bess in the bustling crowd.

"Hello, Fred!" Fred was greeted by many young men and the rest of the group nodded at him.

Bess followed Fred to the innermost small room in the bar. He put down the music box and closed the door, after isolating the noise outside, Fred turned around and looked at Bess.

"Why are so many people here? Aren't you going bankrupt in your bar?" Bess felt like she was tricked.

"Here is my place, and those young people like to have fun here. What I have done is to sell wine to them, and other musical instruments used in my bar are none of my business. Oh, by the way, thank

you for repairing my voice box, I thought it was broken. It had been broken for two years." Without looking at Bess's reaction, Fred directly walked towards the toilet.

"No, you have to tell me the truth, do you mean you can make money and you're not poor. Your pub is running well but you're still so mean to me, right? But I didn't see anyone when I came here yesterday! Are you kidding me? "

When they arrived at the door of the toilet, Fred closed the door and blocked Bess out of it.

"I have told you that I'm only selling wine to them! The site was borrowed, and I wouldn't take a penny! They are performing here and help me attract the customers to drink! Then I can make money in this way, yesterday no one came to borrow space from me, so you couldn't see anyone here!" Fred explained carefully.

It had been a long time since the entertainment center became so lively last time. These young people came here to hold a party, and some people who liked music often came here to show. It was only because Fred liked this kind of people who became dazzling at night and he also liked their stories, and that was all!

Bess was still waiting at the door of the toilet when he came out, and she would follow him wherever he went.

"Where do I live?" "Bess came straight to the point, she really misjudged this Fred before, she had been worried that if she followed him to do something, she might not have a future. Now it seemed that he was only hiding his real strength, so she would never let him go! Bess just wanted to earn more money so that Jack would not look down on her.

"What? Where do you live? Do you think it has anything to do with me? "He didn't want to be entangled by such an annoying guy.

With a push, Bess lay on Fred's bed and said, "then I'll stay here!" Since he said so, then she wouldn't refuse.

"Hey, haven't your parents told you to be careful when you go out? Be careful of the bad guys, okay? Do I look like a good man? You're just a little girl, but you're just lying on my bed in such a casual way. We have known each other for only one day! You are so annoying! "Fred stared at Bess lying on his bed.

"Don't you like to sleep outside? I don't care, since I am homeless now, my father has driven me out of home, and my boyfriend doesn't want to take me in either. I have to prove to them that I can support myself with music! Please!" With a pitiful look, Bess sat up in bed and gazed at Fred with her innocent eyes.

"No, you..." Fred didn't like to see a girl acting like a spoiled child, though he knew she was pretending. It was so embarrassing, he wondered whether his humble home was good enough for her.

"Don't say that. I'll take it as a promise to me. You've been over 40 years, but you're still making a fuss. I won't trouble you here, but I'll only be your right-hand assistance, okay?"