Ryan didn't come back the whole night. Jessica was disturbed.

She didn't do anything. Why was he so angry? How about she ask him out to the dinner in South Town?

But at the thought that he and Chris would probably quarrel again when they met, Jessica was worried. "Well, maybe when Ryan comes back he'll be all right."

Anyway, she had made him angry before, and he didn't have to be coaxed. He just got over it himself.

With such a thought, Jessica took her handbag and went out with a quiet conscience.

As soon as she went out, she saw a thin little girl curled up beside her car, who was the assistant of Amy.

What was she doing here?

Before Jessica asked, the assistant stood up, and knelt down. She was crying and kowtowing. "Miss Rosen, please help me! If you don't save me, I can't live!"

"Calm down. You should stand up."

Jessica had a good impression of the assistant. She bent down to help her, but the assistant stubbornly refused to get up, crying, "Miss Rosen, please help me!"

"Tell me what's going on."

"Amy said I had saved you and asked me to beg you to let her off. If you refused, she would let my mother marry me to a lame old man." The assistant choked with sobs, tears running down her face.

She looked pathetic, but Jessica had to know the details. "Would your mother approve when Amy asks your mother to marry you to an old man?"

The assistant looked up at her, whose mouth half open, as if she was in a dilemma.

Jessica shrugged and said, "If you don't say, I can't help you."

"I... All right!" Wiping tears from her face, the assistant said awkwardly, "Amy is my own sister. She has been excellent since childhood. My mother likes her and does whatever she wants."

"If... If Amy lets my mother marry me to that old man, my mother will force me to get married!!"

The assistant was actually Amy's younger sister? Jessica was surprised and frowned. "You are already an adult. If you don't want to marry, you can say no."

"But... But Amy and my mother have my ID card, residence booklet and bank card. If I disobeyed them, I wouldn't have money to eat." The assistant blushed gradually.

In this way, things were really difficult.

But Jessica would never let Amy off for what she did. She considered for a moment, and then proposed, "It's fine. You can work as my assistant and I'll pay you. It doesn't matter if you don't have a bank card or anything, I'll give you cash!"

"May, may I? "The assistant asked warily.

Jessica pulled her up. "Why not? Will you?"

"I haven't... I haven't thought about that before. Could you please... could you please give me some time to think about it?" The assistant lowered her head and faltered.

"Sure." Just took it as to repay the assistant for saving her life that time!

After getting her answer, the assistant thanked her and left with a heavy heart. Jessica opened the car door and got in the driver's seat.

She was about to start the car when her phone rang suddenly.

"Ryan..." Jessica answered the phone and called in fear.

He seemed still angry, and his voice was unusually cold. "Do you have time at noon? Come to the office if you have time."

"No!" When he was angry, he was like a refrigerator, whose coldness made people uncomfortable.

Jessica didn't want to ask for trouble, so she ventured to lie. "I, I have an appointment with the director Burwell for lunch. He said the script had changed and he wanted to tell me about it again."

He was at the office anyway, and he couldn't see her. He couldn't possibly know she was lying.

Ryan didn't say anything again as expected and hung up the phone directly.

"Look at you, I had you fooled!" She closed an eye, made a shooting gesture toward the phone, and then drove to the South Town happily.

Chris had looked at his watch countless times before she came. He kicked the chair out irritably for her to sit down. "Do you know what time it is?"

"What time is it?" Jessica threw the bag onto the seat, picked up the phone and looked at the time. "It's only 12:15. What are you yelling for?"

"I've only got forty-five minutes to eat!"

He was so busy recently that it was not easy for him to manage to squeeze in an hour to have dinner with her, but she wasted a quarter of the time!

Having no idea of his complicated thoughts, Jessica muttered while tying her hair, "Isn't 45 minutes enough for you to eat? You eat too slowly."

"..." Chris looked at her with a sullen face.

Oh, come on. She was just fifteen minutes late, and that made him mad?

Jessica tied up her hair and looked at him in disgust. "Why are you so mean? Isn't that just fifteen minutes? Don't ask me out to dinner if you really don't have time. I'm not forcing you to."

Fat Brother couldn't help laughing.

She did not force Chris, but Chris wanted to see her, otherwise he would not work madly against the clock, just to make time to see her!

He lowered his head after Chris glared at him, but his shoulders remained shrugging.

Well, what was so funny about that? Jessica felt that she was surrounded by puzzling men. Her brother, Little Bully, and Fat Brother were included.

Chris looked at Jessica who was confused and then took off his cap irritably and wore it backwards. "Stop talking and order now."

"That's right! It's such a happy thing to eat. Don't make a fuss. I'll wait for you for fifteen minutes next time." Jessica picked up the menu and ordered the dishes excitedly.

Fat Brother could not restrain himself, and burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" Chris grabbed a small piece of pastry from the table and put it into his mouth with a sulky face.

Hearing the noise, Jessica looked up and said, "Why are you so rude, Chris? No wonder you're still single. It's bad luck on the woman who you take a fancy to."

"..." Chris put his hat on her face irritably. "Shut up and order your dishes!"

He was really out of his luck to have a crush on the Little Silly!

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She ordered a whole table of favorite dishes, especially crayfish which she ordered three plates. But she was not quick enough. She just ate one, and Chris had already peeled three.

He did not eat them, but threw them on the plate. Was... he afraid he wouldn't eat as fast as she did?

When she looked at him, his face did not change, but his palms were sweating. He pushed the peeled crayfish towards her.

Was that obvious enough?

It was obvious enough in Jessica's eyes. She licked her greasy lip and said acidly, "Do you have to show off how fast you peel the crayfish?"

Chris slapped the crayfish shell into the plate, whose handsome face slightly twisted. "I show it off to you?"