Don’t Mess With the Rock Chicks

Chapter 365

Nor did Bowen expect to see the model in Jolene’s room.

And he dresses casually.

Short T–shirt, big pants.

What should I do if my hands are full of packing boxes and I really want to throw them on the curly head?

“I’m looking for Jane.” Bowen glanced over Chris‘ shoulder and looked into the room, but he didn’t see Jolene in the living room.

“She’s taking a shower.” Chris suddenly became proud, and pointed behind him: “Mr. Evert has something to tell her, and I’ll pass it on for you.”

“Then it seems inappropriate for you to appear in her room at this time.” Bowen frowned slightly.

Chris’s brows were also furrowed tightly.

“It’s very suitable. Sometimes we talk late at work and sleep in the same room. Mr. Evert, you probably don’t understand our close relationship.” Chris smiled: “It’s too late now, there is Let’s talk about it tomorrow.”

As he spoke, he wanted to close the door, but was blocked by Bowen’s foot.

“Then I’ll wait here for her to come out.”

As he spoke, he pushed Chris away and walked into the room.

Jolene was in the shower with both doors shut, unable to hear anything going on outside.

She was still dressed tightly after taking a shower, and Paul Buqi was still in her room refusing to leave.

He’s been acting obsessed with himself lately.

But Jolene never expected that when she opened the bathroom door and walked out while wiping the water droplets from her hair with a towel, she saw two big tall guys sitting on the sofa in her living room.

Those four long legs had nowhere to rest.

Originally, the sofas in the hotel were not particularly big, and two people had to squeeze into one.

Is this sitting in a row and eating fruit?

The door to her room seemed to be useless, and they came in and out freely, making her feel insecure.

Jolene stopped at the bathroom door: “Mr. Evert, why are you here?”

“The dishes you packed.”

Jolene sees the stack of to–go boxes on the coffee table.

In fact, he didn’t have to send it up at all.

Jolene can only say: “Thank you Mr. Evert.!”

After thanking you, he should go.

But his old man sat on the sofa in an even and stable manner.

In this case, Chris has to show his landlord friendship.

“Then Mr. Evert, just drink a cup of coffee before leaving.” Chris got up to make coffee, as familiar as her own room.

“Are you talking about work this late?” Bowen asked.

“Sometimes when we’re together it’s not all about work.” Chris pokes his head out of the kitchen.

Jolene knew what he was going to say, and kicked him in again.

She brought out a glass of water to Bowen: “Mr. Evert, the hotel is full of instant coffee, you are not used to it.”

“I don’t choose.” He said, took the water glass, and took a sip slowly.

It looked like he didn’t intend to leave immediately, so he just took a sip of such a glass of water.

Drink it slowly like this, and you don’t know when you will drink it.

If I had known Jolene, I would have poured him a sip. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

In that case, we can only forcefully talk about work.

Chris said that he and the director only had a rough chat at night, and some detailed details will be discussed after the audition.

After the work chat was over, there was nothing to say, and the two of them still had no intention of leaving. Are they planning to spend the night in her room?

Jolene could only pretend to be sleepy and yawned: “I’m sorry, if there’s nothing else, I won’t send it off.”

Jolene gave the order to evict, and Bowen stood up, but he pulled Chris up at the same time.

“Go together.”