Telling Lies, loving you

It was not until this moment that she realized how stupid she was.

She lowered her head and peeked at Walter who was standing not far away. She felt more embarrassed when she found he was still looking at her.

"Welcome to join us!"

Walter didn't say anything about her arrival. However, when she came, Michelle in her casual clothes left a totally different impression. He was fascinated by her bare face.

She had many questions to ask this man.

She hesitated because the new store was opening, and there were few customers this morning. Looking at the empty and silent storefront, Michelle panicked. If nobody comes, does it mean that her salary today will be reduced too?

During the lunch time, Michelle chatted with Walter.

"Walter, you don't seem to be lack of money. Why do you open a shop by yourself?" Although she didn't know who Walter was, she was sure that he was from a rich or powerful family.

If he is just the owner of the photo studio, how could he afford the British brand clothes? The coat alone cost ten thousands!

As for how she knew about it, she believed that nowadays the Internet was so advanced.

"Who will complain about money? But I have been wandering outside for such a long time. The reason why I settle down in C city is that I'm waiting for someone. "

"Waiting for someone? Is she your secret lover? " She couldn't help making a joke, but her joke just hit his heart.

When he nodded, she was shocked. She wondered what kind of girl was able to keep a handsome man waiting for her?

What an honor it was?

She thought, if that person was her, she would definitely be happy to death!

Although she had been with Walter for a short time, she was sure that he was a rare good man. The lunch was cooked by him. It tasted good. Besides, the ingredients there were exquisite, which proved that he was an excellent cook.

After lunch, they rested for a while in the shop and began to work again.

What pleased her was that more and more people came to the shop and wanted to take photos. But most of them were couples. Some of them came for wedding photos, while some for art photos.

There was no dresser in the shop, so the makeup work fell on her.

She was not very professional, but her makeup was generally recognized by everyone. Maybe she hadn't met difficult clients.

that you speak something, then something would

hands, a delicate voice came

saw a scantily dressed woman. The man standing next to

could see at a glance that this woman loved the man

even twisted when walking, as if she was afraid that others would not know that she

approach them with a professional smile on her

and then looked around. She said in a strange voice, "of course I come to take pictures. Or come here to have a

on her anger and not to make a fuss about that woman's matter. Otherwise, that woman would have a miserable death.

people in the world that you can offend. But remember not to offend someone who

Seeing what was happening here, he came

pictures of couples, or wedding pictures. Are you

his words, he was stopped by the other party.

your boss to come here." The woman said unkindly, and she was

for money was far more than

didn't say anything, just standing

"don't you hear that? My woman said she wanted your boss to come. Do you

of alcohol overwhelmed him. Michelle covered her

slightly. He did

boss of this shop, it was not the right thing to do to drive away the guest. But when they met such a difficult

his voice down, "Sir, I am the boss of this shop. You can tell me

him up and down for a long time and then said with disdain,

him, the woman standing behind

situation was not good, Michelle quickly came up to dissuade, worrying about

own this shop, she still said

Anyway, don't fight!

bolder when he was drunk. He walked towards Walter and finally stopped in front of him. Looking up at him, he said, "if you don't invite your boss out today, we won't

basket from the ground and directly dropped it to the ground. He stepped on it with his feet

he was trying hard to hide something. Michelle looked at him and rushed to grab his arm,

greeted him in a low voice and didn't

seemed that the fat man wasn't satisfied with that. He continued to rummage through the bakery. And the woman stood there, with her hands crossed over her chest and laughing, as if she

stand by anymore. She took her phone out of her pocket and wanted to call the police. But in the next second,

think I'm as weak as a mouse,

unhappy, but they had gone

and threw him to the ground. The fat