Ignoring the noisy man, Betty began watering the plants after breakfast. Wilson watched the comfortable environment while eating porridge. Beige curtains, gray sofa, modern and simple style. There were a lot of flowers and plants on the balcony, and some unknown potted plants.

There was a red wine rack of mahogany near the kitchen, full of all kinds of red wine. All kinds of medium and high grade, and a few niche red wine bottles, it could be seen that the elder brother also had some good taste.

"There is still some porridge in the pot. You can add more if you are not full." The light voice came from the balcony, Wilson turned head to see the smiling face bathed in the sunshine.

Wilson went to the kitchen to add a bowl of porridge, finished eating and manually washed the dishes and put them in the right place. Inexplicably he felt this was the feeling of home, if Catherine could take the initiative, perhaps they could also have such a home.

"Well, I..." Wilson stood awkwardly at the balcony door, in fact, he had never encountered such a thing, facing such embarrassment.

Betty put down the kettle and washed her hands. "Your shoes are in the porch. You can go back."

"Well, did anything happen yesterday, I mean, did I do anything out of line?" Wilson hesitated and stood there with no action. He suddenly thought it was a little too unmanly to just walk away, even though he was the victim.

Suddenly she felt that the boy was very cute. Betty pushed him to the door with a smile. "You ought to be thinking about what I did to you yesterday. Ask for your blessings and go home."

Wilson was looked at to change the shoes and then was pushed out of the door, Betty clapped her hands. That was one thing solved. It sounded like fun, but nothing really happened last night. If anything happened, her brother must beat her to death.

After cut a plate of fruit, she took a book from the shelf and sat in the sun on the cane chair on the balcony. These days the weather was very good, her brother told her to bask in the sun every day, and did not allow her to go out.

Wilson inadvertently looked at the house number, anyway, he would not come again, what to see. He touched his head and went downstairs, thinking of it as a dream, as a sweet dream for the moment.

Thinking about the car was still at the bar, Wilson touched the pocket – the key was still inside. Was it when she threw the clothes that she put it in, not afraid to fall it out.

From the gate of the community he took a taxi, went to get the car back and went back home. It seemed that he was not so famous, otherwise why this little girl did not know him, he had better go back to work in the Company. It was boring at home.

He did not know how it was going with Catherine and whether Bruce was good to her. Thinking of that Wilson decided to take a time to go to the Bruce's home and keep watch on it, after all, Bruce had to go to the company to work, and could not be at home all day.

Being concerned by Wilson, Catherine had been very good these two days and at the company things were starting to improve. Tim's serious blue chip, Kenny's best friend in a thousand years and Bruce's sister.

Didn't want to go downstairs to see those female artists or go to the top floor to sit in front of the computer or even learn with Jenny. She followed Kenny cheerfully, eating and drinking with no fear of being bullied.

"You say if Bruce knew what kind of life you are living here, how should he react?" Kenny suddenly wanted to know Bruce's expression when he saw this scene, so he took a group of photos quietly.

A maiden without a graceful sitting position, holding a mango in her left hand and a small spoon in her right, looked intently at the screen on the wall. Kenny knew how to enjoy life. It was such a small office and there was everything. Miniature movie theater, simple dressing room, changing room, fresh mango gathering place, bookcase, office, like a legend.

"What reaction can he have, at most warn me not to go astray." Catherine turned to Kenny with a smile. Indeed, she had gone astray.

Kenny fluttered Catherine's hair tip with his fingers. What has gone astray was a slur. Put away his little guilt, he found Bruce in the phone and sent it to him.

Bruce, who was correcting the documents, heard the phone ring and rubbed his eyes for a rest. When he opened his phone, Kenny, for the first time, texted him a message. This chat box hadn't flashed for four years.

Leaning back in his chair, he clicked the chat screen and saw Catherine's photo. He just clicked one at random and saw Catherine's uninhibited posture. It was amazing to see a side of her like that.

Eating mango and watching the movie, the mood seemed to be particularly sunny. It was just fine, not having to think about the runway, not having to get a firm foothold in the intriguing office. If possible, it would be nice to have her at an entertainment company.

"Mangoes enough? Or I'll have some more airlifted." Bruce was very happy at the moment, thinking that just downstairs, the girl had a very happy time.

Kenny saw this reply and all the mango came out of his mouth. Was this still Bruce? It had been four years and everybody had changed a little bit. He did not think that Bruce now also had a sense of humor, with no previous feeling of pretending to be mature.

Catherine blinked and looked at Kenny speechlessly. "I really admire you, how old you are to do something like this. Seen what fun, share with me, I guess it must not be because of this movie!"

He pulled out two tissues, carefully picked up the mango on the ground and threw it into the trash can. "Nothing funny, just accidentally ate the skin."

Catherine gave Kenny a big white eye, and simply turned her head to watch the movie. This prissy man, she had known him well not long after the first day they met.

Kenny wiped his mouth and replied a message. "Mangoes are probably enough, but the sofa seems to be missing a footstool." Originally, these two single couches were designed for home use. But they bought it for the movies. There was no footstool.

Bruce smiled, seeing the picture of the dark purple sofa, he directly ordered a most expensive dual-use low sofa. It can be used as both a mini sofa and a footstool.

Home store was particularly fast, within an hour they had arrived at the company. They sent it according to the address Bruce gave them, Mr. Kenny, 18th floor, Entertainment Dream Group. Asked about Kenny's office, the workers delivered it directly to his office and help the two persons adjust the distance, warmhearted.