My Waste Husband novel Chapter 140

In the second hospital of People's Hospital of Yinzhou City, in an independent ward, a bearded French handsome guy was lying on the bed.

Gina and Ross sat next to the bed, looking at their mobile phones, and said to Ross in French, "That bi*ch didn't fire him, and gave him three days. Let's wait and see, today is the last day. Tomorrow, you pretend to cooperate with us. When we sign the contract, we'll get the money and then slowly settle with that guy."

“Then what if he has really found a partner?” Ross asked.

"In three days, how can he find it? Even if he is given three months, he will not be able to find it! What's more, I already know what he wants. This boy has the same idea as us. He also found an empty shell company and plans to do nothing tomorrow. Don't worry, I will tear him apart. According to Sylvia's temper, she will never let him go easily. It will be a sure thing to sue him in court. Before he is arrested, we will break his legs and disable him for the rest of his life!"

Ross laughed, placing his hands on Gina’s smooth thighs. "I really love you deeper and deeper.”

Gina gave Ross a coquettish look.“We are in the hospital."

“So what? We can do it anywhere.” Ross pulled her into his arms forcefully.

Gina giggled and glared at Ross.

Neither of them noticed that an inconspicuous-looking nurse was standing outside the ward, secretly aiming her phone at them through the glass window.

Another morning arrived.

Henry and Amity agreed to meet in a business building.

When Henry saw her, the girl was standing there with a nervous face and kept muttering something.

"What are you thinking about?" Henry appeared behind her and gave her a flick on the forehead.

"Ah!" his action startled Amity. When she saw clearly that it was Henry, she cutely stuck out her tongue. "Henry, I am practicing my speech."

"What's the matter?"

"It shouldn't be a problem. It's just..." Amity revealed a bitter expression on her face.

"What's wrong?"

"I... I don't know French." This question was only thought of by her last night. After a whole day of practice, she suddenly found that she could not communicate with the French people at all.

"It's all right." Henry waved his hand indifferently. "Just let the other side speak Chinese."

The location was at the corner of the business building.

A big man with a greasy face was sitting on the table, with five small steamed buns placed in front of him. The fat man ate them one by one, and his mouth was full of oil.

Opposite the big man sat an old French man. The old man had a white beard and a large eaves cap, and he was wearing a grey windbreaker.

"Mr. Homer, don't you want some?" The big man grabbed a small steamed bun and looked at the old man in front of him. "This small steamed bun is much more delicious than the one in France."

"There's no need." The old man named Homer replied in fluent Chinese language, "Sir when will the person who called me here arrive?"