###Chapter 395 You Will Hurt Not Only Me – Part 8

After a pause, "Badger group, including Aaron, I will no longer interfere. If you really regard me as a friend, I will not trouble you. In the future, do not use friendship to morally kidnap me. I will not participate in business affairs."

I Hung up the phone, looking back to see if Blossom has fallen asleep.

Originally, I was going to take the postgraduate entrance examination, but as the days dragged on, I missed the time for the postgraduate entrance examination, and I was idle.

Evening.

Jordan came back, perhaps with a hangover, looking a little tired.

Seeing me in a daze in the living room, he put his car keys, walked up to me, pulled me into his arms, and his voice was much warmer. "Why didn't you call me?"

As soon as I was stupefied, I looked back at him, and my eyes fell on the dregs of his beard. "I'm afraid you're too busy."

He buried his head on my shoulder. "It's not as important as you at any time."

"What's for dinner?" He opened his mouth, turned his eyes around the living room, and asked, "Where is Blossom?"

"She's resting in the bedroom. She has a fever this morning." I opened my mouth, but I wondered if I should ask him about Aaron.

He nodded and hugged me. "Has Juan been here?"

I said graciously, was silent for a moment, and looked up at him. "I watched the news this morning. Astley bought a lot of shares of Samson's electronics. Does Astley want to open up the AI plate?"

This question is not direct, but the man's insight is so strong, how can he not know what I am asking?

Jordan's face sank. "Who called you?"

Just for a moment, he seemed to realize that his tone was too strong, and he softened for a moment and said, "I'll take care of things about the business. Don't worry about it."

His words were peaceful but mixed with a touch of coldness.

I heard it. He doesn't want me to get involved. He has his own way of dealing with things between men.

I pursed my lips, lowered my eyes, looked at my fingertips silent, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Well, don't be too tired."

He got up and replied, "There's something else. I went to the study to deal with it. I finished it early and came down to accompany you." Then he went upstairs to the study.

Looking at his firm figure, I was in a trance. I remembered in hindsight that I seemed to forget to ask him if he had eaten.

I got up and went to the kitchen to cook pasta, but the sauce, and I carried it upstairs.

Outside the study, the door was slightly open, and he was on the phone.

I don't know what he said on the other end of the phone, but his pen, because of its heavy strength, had been pierced into the contract on the table, and the desk was stained with a lot of ink and looked particularly dazzling.

His dark eyes were gloomy, and it was obvious that he had noticed the movements of his hands, but only that his strength had not been subsided.

On the contrary, it added to the strength, "Are you done?" Obviously angry.

Of course, the other end of the phone was aware of it, but they still seem to be talking.

Jordan said in a deep voice, "What kind of brothers are he and I? You don't understand what's going on in this business."

He was angry.

After hanging up the phone, he squinted and overflowed violently, glanced at the ink on the table, raised his hand, and continued to sign as if nothing had happened.

It's just that the force went wrong and spilled the coffee on the table.

He is elegant and reserved, he pulls the tissue in an orderly way and slowly wipes the dirt on the table.

Having been in business for many years, he is no longer the teenager who used to write his emotions on his face. It has nothing to do with good or bad.

After experiencing certain things, people know what they want and what they don't want, and know-how to survive better than others.

I raised my hand and knocked on the door.

Jordan looked sideways and saw me standing outside the door. He raised his eyebrows slightly, his face did not show any shade, and smiled, "What delicious food have you made?"

I smiled, went into the study, put the pasta on the table, and calmly wiped the coffee spill from his desk.

I took the tissue from his hand and put it in the trash can. "Pasta with tomato paste cooked it for the first time, you taste it."

He smiled as if nothing had just happened, sat at the table, and ate gracefully.

I cleaned up the tragedy on the table for him and said, "How is aunt?"

Speaking of, Alice is Aaron's stepmother, to some extent, Jordan and Aaron can also be regarded as cousins.

He ate the pasta and replied, "Okay."

My eyes fell on the document to buy Badger group's business plan on the desk, which was drafted two years ago.

'Why didn't you sign it until now?'

The contract was stained with ink, and I took a tissue to wipe it.

"I can't wipe it off!" His voice came from behind, low and introverted, "Ink is the most difficult thing to clean, not to mention, it is dyed on the paper."

I pursed my lips, put down the paper, and didn't open my mouth after all.

Seeing that the pasta in the bowl had been eaten by him, I smiled, "Is it delicious?"

He nodded. "It smells good." He hugged me and kissed me on the forehead and said, "Blair should be discharged from the hospital. We'll go and see her tomorrow."

It is rare for him to remember these trifles. I nodded and smiled, "Okay, let's go together!"

After a pause, I looked up and said, "Jordan, let's make an appointment and pick up the ring, shall we?"

He pursed his lips slightly. "Huh?"

"There is something in the past, but it has to go by, right?" Looking up at him, I said, "Blossom belongs to the Silverman family. I love her and I love you. Brad came to see her. It is a good thing that many people in the world adore her."

After a moment of hesitation, his eyes fell on me. "Do you agree that he will come and see Blossom?"

I nodded. "He is the father of Blossom, and I am not qualified to stop him. Besides, can I have a child that doesn't belong to us?"

It was obvious that he was slightly stiff, and for a moment, the corners of his mouth went up.

This. That's a yes.

There is always one happy thing.

As for Aaron, maybe it's best if I don't interfere.

After picking up the dishes, I went downstairs.

After sleeping for a day, Blossom was not sleepy long ago, playing with snowballs in the living room.

It's also good to have a dog at home, at least someone to accompany the children.

It was snowy and Jordan was very busy until I thought he was never at home or in the company.

Blossom said, "Mom, does Uncle Jordan has a lot of unfinished work? He is working really hard."

I smiled and said, "If the people in this world would want to enjoy the admiration by all people, they have to endure hardships that ordinary people cannot endure. Physical suffering is the easiest suffering in the world."

The hardest thing is to freeze the suffering in the depths of the soul.

Jane coming to the villa is no longer what I expected, but since she came, there is no reason to drive her away.

She said angrily, "Ivelle, you gave all your savings to Aaron. I thought you were trying to help him. I really underestimated you. What's the difference between you and Jordan? To frame him in such a despicable way."