My Sweet Lawyer Wife

“The boss called you?”

Hank, who got out of the car, walked up to Rene and saw her on the phone, so he didn’t make a sound.

“Ugh, you Mr. Alston is so pathetic. Ms. Hale is so heartless to him even after he lost his memory.” Rene put away his phone and muttered.

As she was talking, she suddenly thought of what happened in the office today, and her pretty face immediately turned colder, “How dare you say that, if it wasn’t for you today, how could I have been scolded by Ms. Hale?”

Hank looked innocent, “What does it have to do with me.”

“Of course it matters! How could Ms. Hale have cursed me if you hadn’t asked me to deliver your stuff?”

Rene stomped his foot in anger, “Hmph, just wait, this is not over until you are properly slaughtered today.”

After saying that, she walked in with a big smile towards Hillingdon Western Restaurant.

As soon as he heard Rene say he was going to give him a hard time, Hank quickly stepped forward, “Oh, oh, don’t, don’t get angry. Anger is not good for your health, besides, you girls have to keep in shape, you will gain weight if you eat too much.”

Hillington consumption is so expensive, Rene to really recklessly order food, afraid that his monthly salary will have to take in.

“Don’t worry, it’s not like I Rene can’t find a male friend, fat or not fat has nothing to do with you.”

Rene sauntered into the Western restaurant.

The two went up to the 36th floor with the waiter and chose a seat by the window.

The Hillingdon restaurant is very quiet, with seats set in window seats and partitions between each table, topped with Swarovski crystal lights, and a piano in the center of the hall, with a pianist playing music.

As expected of a high-class Western restaurant, the decoration is high-class, the environment is elegant, and it is quite pleasant to be immersed in the romantic piano music.

“What would you like to order, gentlemen?”

The waiter hands the menu to Rene and Hank.

Rene took the menu and placed it on the table and said to the waiter, “Bring one of your hottest single-serve menus.”

” Yes, ma’am.”

The waiter answered.

“Wait.”

Hank immediately asked, “How much is the hottest single package?”

Although he has been working with Peter for many years, he has not come here to eat once, and he really does not know what the upper limit of a Western meal is.

“The original price was thirty-seven thousand six hundred.”

The waiter quoted the price.

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Thirty-seven thousand six hundred?

Hank only felt a pang of pain, but on second thought he was scolded by the young lady for asking Rene to deliver something today, and he couldn’t refuse.

“Okay.” He nodded and politely asked Rene again, “What else would you like to eat?”

“Eating Western food without wine?”

Rene was smart enough to see Hank’s pained but gritted teeth look and said to the waiter, “Bring a bottle of the best wine in your restaurant.”

“Good …”

“Wait!”

The waiter just finished a word, Hank could not help himself, immediately said to Rene: “We drove here, how to drink and drive? It will revoke your license.”

“It’s okay, you can call a chauffeur.”

Rene propped his elbows on the desktop, resting his chin, looking at Hank with an innocent face, his red lips slightly hooked, and a playful smile.

Hank: “…”

He knew Rene would rip him off, but never thought Rene would ruthlessly let him bleed. “That … I happen to have a bottle of red wine in my car, let me go get it now.”

“Sir, our restaurant prohibits bringing your own alcoholic beverage oh.” The waiter reminded very politely.

“Uh-huh, you hear me, you can’t bring your own alcohol here oh.”

Rene raised his eyebrows, and his eyes took on a slightly teasing look.

She just said that to the waiter on purpose to see Hank make a fool of himself.

He could afford the single set menu at Hillingdon Western for more than 30, 000, but there was simply no cap on the price of drinks at Hillingdon.

He can’t afford to hire!

Hank looked embarrassed, picked up the menu to shield his face, leaned forward slightly close to Rene, and whispered: “Auntie, the best wine here costs more than a million dollars. You are not asking me to treat you to dinner? You’re clearly trying to put me out of business.”

“What about? You’re the one who said you’d invite me to dinner at Hillingdon.”

Rene’s cheek-holding fingers gently nudged on her cheek, opening her nice almond eyes.

“So can you order some affordable wine?”

He fawned and smiled with a helpless look.

“It’s not impossible.”

Rene wrinkled his eyebrows, thought about it, and said, “Call me Sister Rene, and I’ll consider not drinking.”

Hank’s face froze in a smile, “I’m older than you.”

“No shouting, huh? Then I’ll take the best wine.”

“Gotta have it. Sister, sister, sister!”

Under Rene’s coercion, Hank surrendered.

But Rene silently took out his cell phone, turned on the recorder, and pointed the cell phone microphone at Hank, “I didn’t hear you, you shout again.”

“What are you doing here?”

Hank looked at her with some confusion.

“Of course it’s recorded as evidence.”

“You …”

“I what? I’ll order without shouting. People waiters wait half a day.”

The little woman deliberately teases Hank.

To know this guy usually can not let her help to do things, but is the iron cock, not even once willing to invite her to dinner.

Rene couldn’t let him go when he had the chance.

Hank skimmed his lips and glanced at Rene, “You’re tough. I’ll keep this account!”

“Mmmmmmmmmm, just remember that.”

Rene didn’t care at all about his threats, holding the phone in front of him and waving it in front of him, signaling him to hurry up.

Hank inclined his head to look out the window, “Sister …”

“Didn’t hear it.”

“Sis!” He decibeled up a few notches.

“Who are you calling sister?”

“You!”

“Who am I?”

“Rene!”

“Oh. That’s fine, then I’d better drink.” Seeing that Hank was slow to call out, she turned back to the waiter and said, “Waiter, I …”

“Eh, don’t!”

Hank stood up in a flash, put one hand around her neck, covered her mouth with the other, and shouted as if surrendering, “Sis, Sis, Sis Rene, Sis Rene!”

After saying that, he immediately said to the waiter, “Two single set meals and a bottle of the cheapest red wine. Thanks.”

“Okay.”

In the end, it is the waiter of Hillingdon fine western restaurant, very educated, even if the two delayed half a day, there is no intention to get angry.

“Uh-huh …”

Rene, who was stunned by Hank’s actions, froze and looked at Hank with big Katsura-like eyes.

The two looked at each other and suddenly felt that they had just acted too … ambiguous.

Hank reflexively let go of Rene, but the straight man of steel didn’t even realize anything was wrong, instead he sighed, “Count on it, I’ll complain to the young lady about you when I catch the chance.”

Rene’s heart’s slightest stirring instantly disappeared, and gave him a blank look, “Mr. Alston has been very close to Ms. Hale recently, and Mr. Alston will ask me for help when something happens. If you dare to complain about me, I can make you kneel and call my aunt next time, do you believe it?”

“I am a seven-foot man, kneeling to the heavens above and my parents below, how would I kneel to you?”

Hank was very dismissive and felt that Rene was provoking his bottom line.

“If you don’t believe me, we’ll see.” Rene looked like he had a winning hand.