###Chapter 121 Who Is That Man

Coupled with the fact that Jordan Astley, who has just taken over Astley Group, he had made great efforts to expand new projects in other fields, and this was quite a big deal. Later, many students in Hempstead University posted some article on the forum praising the vision and talent of this new power.

On the contrary, Jon was idle and wrote a post on the forum analyzing that Astley Group would decline in the hands of Jordan, and he listed ten reasons.

This post has not been posted by Hempstead reporter on the headline.

After all, it was slanderous words. Later, Astley went to Jon under the furniture. I don't know exactly what happened, but in the end, Jon wrote another letter of apology.

He was powerless and limp on the copilot, and he said, "Evil fate! I can't hide!"

I laughed, "If you don't like staying in a hotel, you can stay in my house if you want. I have a spare room at home."

"Stop!" He opened his mouth and shook his head. "I want to live a few more years. I'll figure it out on my own."

After briefly telling him about the past few years along the way, he frowned slightly. "Why don't you tell Jordan about your kidnapping? It's much easier for him to investigate than to do it yourself."

After all, it's a cure, and I have nothing to hide. Jordan's feelings for Nicole Blakely will not be clear to anyone for a while. If what Nichole did behind it, I'm afraid I'll just ask for trouble rather than secretly investigate it myself.

"Damn it!" He was a little grumpy. "How can you make yourself so embarrassed when you get married once? There's nothing good about your rich wife."

It's not good.

It wasn't long before I arrived at the downstairs of the restaurant.

When I stopped the car, I went into the restaurant with him. Maisie Rogers came ahead of time, found a good seat, and waved excitedly when she saw us, "Here, here!"

Jon smiled a little ostentatiously. "Baby, here!" His remark attracted the attention of many people.

The good-looking guy, with his sunglasses off, looked like a big star in this restaurant.

A girl whispered, "Why is this man so good-looking? Is he a star? "

"I don't know, he's either a star or a model, but the women around him are pregnant, so they can't be married!"

"It's possible! Sure enough, all the good men are already taken care of."

"Wat a pity!"

Sitting comfortably in his seat, Jon elbowed me, looked at Maisie and said, "Do you hear me? Don't be ashamed to take me out!"

Maisie tilted her mouth and glanced at him. "Don't be narcissistic, just like a walking monkey, so many people are watching, so please!"

Jon was unhappy. "I said I haven't seen you in years. Why are you becoming less and less able to talk?"

"OK!" I said, "You two are so happy with your friends that you have to quarrel over a meal."

The two looked at each other and stopped talking.

The two have been quarrelling since they knew each other, and this may be the way some people in the world get along with each other. After all, there are all kinds of things in the world.

"Why?!" While eating, Jon suddenly looked at the door with a look of doubt.

Maisie glanced at him and said faintly, "Did the monkey see the same kind?"

"Can't you talk?" Jon was angry and looked at the door. "I saw an acquaintance."

Inevitably curious, I looked back and found that it was indeed an acquaintance Parker Wesley, with a little girl beside him.

It's the same one last time!

Looking back at Jon, I couldn't help but wonder, "Do you know him?"

He nodded. "I know more than that!" At that time, I almost got surprised.

He didn't say the rest, but just looked at the girl around Parker and said, "Why is this girl still following him like a tail?"

"What do you care if other people fall in love with each other? Can't you have a good meal?" Maisie sandwiched a lump of meat into his bowl.

Jon looked back and said ungratefully, "I don't eat meat!"

"Like a woman, Jon, you're not bending, are you?" Maisie was idle. He likes to stimulate people when he has nothing to do.

Jon was so scolded that he almost didn't jump up and put up with it. "Will it bend if you don't eat meat? Are all the monks in the temple curved?"

These two were indeed pure boredom.

I looked back at Parker and saw that he had taken the little girl to find a seat and sat down. We were so far apart that we could hardly see it.

After dinner, Jon dragged me and Maisie and said, "You two have to accompany me to get naughty at night! I finally came back, and you didn't go so far as to leave me in the hotel, did you?"

Maisie was speechless, "Get naughty what? Did you see that we are both pregnant? Pulling two pregnant women to accompany you."

"Oh, my God! Two pregnant women? Maisie, why do you have a baby in your belly? Where's the father?"

Jon was a little excited, so his voice was a little louder.

Attracting the eyes of the next table, I motioned to him to keep his voice down and said, "I'm pregnant, that is, she's pregnant. You know we're like Siamese sisters. Don't think about it!"

Maisie didn't want anyone to know.

Seeing this, Maisie breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Jon. "With such a good brain, it's a pity not to be an editor."

"Fuck me!" Jon yelled, "You keep talking, but you don't know what you're talking about. All right!"

When I got out of the restaurant, it was a little dark, and my phone was running out of battery. Jon tugged at me and said, "Please, just play with me and then go home."

Maisie was speechless, "You are a big man chirping, Ivelle Astley is pregnant! Why are you being so naughty?"

Jon slapped his lips. "Who stipulates that pregnant women can't play and don't drink? Besides, I'm here. I always have to talk about some questions. If she doesn't talk about the things in her heart, do you let her hold back the baby in her belly?"

Maisie was stupefied, but looked at me. "Why don't you go and have a chat?"

I nodded, threw my phone in my pocket and said, "Neither the bar nor the KTV is suitable. It smells like alcohol and tobacco. Let's go to the coffee shop."

"What coffee shop to go to? Which coffee shop is open in the middle of the night? Let's go to the hotel!" Jon opened his mouth, and then he pulled me and Maisie into the car and said, "The three of us are all TM people who have slept in the same bed, and we are ashamed of ourselves!"

Maisie shrugged her shoulders and didn't feel anything.

Indeed, there was no money in college at that time. When I went to travel during the holidays, we basically slept in the same room in order to save money. After spending a long time together, I didn't regard Jon as a man.

After driving the navigation, Jon drove, and he turned on the chatter mode along the way.

Maisie was bored and didn't bother to pay attention to him. I just closed my eyes to rest, and I listened quietly. He looked at me and said, "The most obvious state in the early stage of depression is depression itself, not sleeping when you should sleep, not sleeping when you shouldn't sleep, not in high spirits. I can't be in high spirits to do anything."

I listened, a little upset, so I changed the subject and said, "Have you settled down in the M country? Are you going to develop there for a long time in the future?"

"Of course not!" At the traffic light intersection, he held the steering wheel and said, "I have finished studying psychology. I am ready to go back to the capital and open a clinic to live my little life."