Heart Hunting

A week later.

New York, an ever-bright city, was still filled with hustle and bustle even in midnight..

Poppy was still typing files on the computer. This time she assisted Arno to deal with a merger together.

She had a very busy week in New York, but her efforts had been paid off. The case went on very well, and as long as the contract was going to be signed tomorrow, everything would be done and she could sleep soundly.

Thinking of this, she tried to finish the contract as quick as she can, and then she checked it again in case there were any mistakes. Looking through it over, making sure it was okay, she pressed the key to save it.

“The file has been saved.” The words appeared on the screen, making her breathe a sigh of relief. This 'battle' was finally near the end.

At this time, there was a strong smell of coffee in the air. She looked up and saw Arno coming over with two cups of coffee in his hands.

She smiled, "You haven't slept either?" She took the coffee and took a sip. It tasted sweet and astringent and it was her favorite Blue Mountain.

"My assistant is still on work, so how can I go to rest!" Arno sat down, put the coffee on the side and looked at the files on her computer, "All finished?"

"Well, I have checked it twice to make sure it's okay."

Poppy always did things carefully, which reassured people a lot. Arno said from the bottom of his heart, "Thank you for your hard work."

"You're welcome." Poppy picked up her coffee, and the two of them made full use of every minute to discuss about the details of tomorrow's signing, making sure that the case would be completed successfully.

The next day, Arno and Poppy walked out of the MED building. They looked relaxed, they stayed up all night last night and finally signed the contract today. On the way back, Arno suggested, "Let's find a place to relax tonight?"

Poppy thought for a moment, "Well, let's go to the bar in Hill Square, we used to go there a lot."

The light flashed in the night. For an international metropolis like New York, the night life seemed to be more exciting than the busy daytime.

In the bar.

The quiet and tranquil atmosphere was one of the characteristics of this bar. The lights in the ceiling were like diamonds which complemented the gold light of the wall lamps. In the center of the stage sat the resident singer, singing Adele's "hello" with her magnetic and thick bass. The emotion was sincere and the sound range was wide.

full of the quiet bar, which

of orange juice?" Arno

bar and you let me drink orange

not wait for her

strawberries in

the cup and clinked hers, "Fruit wine is also wine, why

to him, biting the straw and looking at the resident singer on the

you sing for a

good at it."

decided to go back to China, you got drunk and

song that her mother loved to sing when she was alive, she listened to it a lot as a child and could sing it. Her bright eyes were filled with pain and happiness, but Arno did not notice it due

my mother's favorite song when she was alive." Her chin rested on her hands, and the smile at the corner

the subject, "Jean and Chuck would

put down her cup and her gaze drifted to the front, "They deserve it,

am very satisfied with

quietly listening

her slightly powdered delicate face. Her bright eyes twinkled and her red lips was charming.

sorry for her, if she wasn’t used

People absolutely cannot overestimate themselves." Arno leaned back and his gaze

you a funny thing, Bryant ran to admit his mistake to me before, begging me to forgive

he was not surprised that

mother, I want him to pay with his life!" Poppy's eyes filled with sinister hostility, "It

didn't know that and was puzzled, "What

she couldn't help but laugh, "That stupid woman ran to Kenny's house, and 'cooked' a good dish.

thought for

Poppy shook her head, "Mrs. Murphy ate

Hearing that,

had been drank by Poppy to the end, jumping down from the high chair, Poppy took her

all the way until she turned

sang three songs in a row, Arno frequently looked at the time. Poppy went to the restroom, why didn’t come out? It was been too long. He composed himself.