"Okay."
Patrick nodded.
A waiter was standing far away. From a moment before, he had been looking at us, but he dared not to approach us.
Patrick waved at him. "You, come here."
The server ran over.
Patrick took out a stack of new cash from his wallet and stuffed that into his hand, saying, "Just keep guarding here. No one is allowed to enter before we both come out!"
The waiter's eyes lit up when he saw the money, "Yes, sir! You can enjoy yourselves!"
I suppose he must have misunderstood us.
When we entered the washroom, Patrick locked the door and unzipped his trousers.
I turned around , and Patrick grabbed me with one of his hand and held his p*nis with the other. I guess that he had ended according to the sound.
When I heard the sound of the zipper being pulled up, I turned around to him.
The man was very satisfied and tried to pull me back, but I refused immediately. "No, you just used your hand to hold your cock 1"
"It's dirty!"
Patrick was stunned for a moment, but he immediately understood. He quickly washed his hands in the sink and then reached out his hand to me.
There was a smile at the corner of his mouth.
I looked him up and down carefully. Yes, his nose was still the same nose, and so was his mouth.
But why did I feel there was something different with Patrick today?
I considered it and then asked, "Patrick, have you been bewitched by someone?"
In just a few months, how did he suddenly become like this?
Patrick shook his head, "No."
"Not bewitched ?"
I didn't believe it at all!
The voice of the waiter came from outside the door. "Sorry, the man's toilet was blocked, and it is under repair. Please use the one on another floor."
"How troublesome! Damn restaurant!"
I could hear the voice was actually from the orchidfingered man.
Feeling in a good mood, I raised my lips and smiled.
Then I turned to look at Patrick. He was also looking at me, with a a gentle gaze from his eyes and a smile between his eyes and brows .
For a moment, I blushed a little, let him pull me and then I said, "Let's go."
"All right."
Patrick nodded obediently, then followed me.
We returned to the banquet. By this time, it was coming to an end.
At the end, the president repeatedly told me to drive Patrick home.
I understood. Patrick was a distinguished guest. The president couldn't afford if any accident happened to him.
When we came out of the restaurant, it was completely dark outside, and the street lights were all on.
I saw a boy standing by the flower bed not far away looking at his phone. The lights from the phone screen lit up the boy's face.
"Jason?" I called out.
At this moment, Jason raised his head and saw me. When he saw Patrick beside me, he was obviously stunned for a moment before saying,
"Oh, Janetta, you came out at last. I was worried that you would get drunk. So I'm waiting for you here."
The night of the winter was still freezing, and Jason's face was frozen red. It was obvious that he had been standing there for a long time.
"How could she get drunk under my protection?"
Patrick opened his mouth first. He held me in his arm when spoke to Jason.
"Oh, I'm relieved then. I'll go back to school first."
After saying that, Jason turned and left.
The boy's back was wrapped in the night sky. Even if he was wearing a down jacket, he looked very thin and lonely.
My car was parked in the university.
Patrick and I also went to the direction of the school. Patrick had been holding me in his arms. When we were about to arrive at the school gate, he suddenly asked me, "You don't like him, do you?"
"What?"
"It's that boy just now. A little boy who wants to fight for my women's favors with me."
There was sort of childishness in Patrick's voice.
I cast him a sidelong glance and wondered why he was so different today.
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