Before Malcolm could say anything more, he turned around, and saw them two seemed in love. His face darkened as he swallowed hard. They hadn't seen each other for only a few days, and she seemed to live a quite good life? 'Why don't you go to see Hugh, but go to see Benson?' He thought it in his mind. It was said that they meet each other next time would be strangers. He couldn't believe a woman's words…

Poppi was eating the crab leg. When she blinked her eyes, she saw Malcolm walking towards her. She was so scared that she threw up the crab leg, turned around and was about to run. No, she couldn't. Her mind was in a mess. She wasn't ready yet…

"What's wrong?" Seeing what Poppi did, Benson thought that she had eaten something unclean. So he quickly supported her with his hands, held her back and asked with concern, "is it not delicious?"

Poppi quickly shook her head. But after thinking for a while, she nodded her head, which made him more confused and worried.

But before Malcolm could take any step forward, Malcolm had already approached him. When he saw the place where Benson's right hand was put, he just saw the bare back of Poppi. His eyes suddenly became bloodshot, and he rushed forward and said coldly, "Mr. Ji, Miss. Poppi."

Poppi was shocked.

Mr. Ji turned around and took a look at Mr. Malcolm. Then he put his hand down from Poppi and greeted him in a way neither servile nor overbearing, "Hello, Mr. Malcolm."

Malcolm nodded slightly and looked at her, "Miss. Poppi, you are so beautiful today."

"……" Hearing that, Poppi's mouth twitched. She knew that what Malcolm said didn't mean that he was praising her, but she could only turn around and smile politely, without looking into his eyes. "Thank you for your praise, Mr. Malcolm."

Malcolm looked at Poppi up and down and found that her dress was not loosed at all and the hemline just covered the scars on her unhealed leg. Her slender ankle was exposed. The black curly hair spread over her shoulder. She was gentle and beautiful.

"Did you see her? It's her, Poppi. " On the other side of the hall, Tina was standing with Catherine. She pointed at Poppi with her chin and said, "she interviewed Mr. Malcolm."

Catherine looked at Poppi up and down, and said proudly, "but she nothing more than this.

"But she seems to know Mr. Malcolm." "Do you still remember the car accident that happened on JingLan Avenue? Didn't you say you saw Mr. Malcolm at the scene? "

Catherine nodded her head and replied, "yes, I did. But my father looked like Malcolm and the photo was blurry. He even didn't finish the report. I'm not sure it."

Tina squinted. "But… The driver of the pink car was Poppi. She asked for a leave the other day and all the staff in her office went to the hospital to visit her. If the man in the pictures is Mr. Malcolm... "

Catherine took a deep look at Poppi and then looked Mr. Malcolm again. Thinking of this, Malcolm seemed to have nothing important to do and went straight to Poppi, which was really suspicious…

"What's more, She had interviewed Hugh at first. I heard that she even sent Mr. Su a valuable stamp which fascinat

The music stopped right before Malcolm could answer. Seeing this, Malcolm took a step back and dodged Catherine's eyes. "I'll check it tomorrow. I can't come to your room tonight. I'm a little tired after taking the flight."

"…… Okay, next time. " Catherine smiled awkwardly. As for Malcolm, he was like a stone. He could live on fire, but he could not bear cold. She did believe he could be warm by her!

Malcolm directly left the hall. There was someone who wanted to talk to him and he refused apologetically. All he could think about was the back of Poppi who lifted her skirt and left.

"Order two portions of prawns and send them to my room." Before getting on the elevator, Malcolm called Sean.

Poppi was in her room. She lay in the bed with her eyes wide open, and stared at the ceiling lamp. She was very natural and tidy, with four limbs laying on the bed causally.

At this moment, his phone rang…

Poppi fumbled around the bed and got the phone following the sound source. She was so familiar that she slid the answer button without looking at the screen. She put the phone to her ear and said automatically, "hello? Who's that? "

"I'm looking for you."

The ice cold voice of Mr. Malcolm came, and Poppi stood up all of a sudden. She looked at the phone and put it back to her ear, "Malcolm... Mr. Malcolm, what are you calling for?"

"Come my room and peel the shrimps."

"What?"

"I'm not full with dinner. I want to eat shrimps. Come and peel shrimps." Malcolm repeated.

Poppi was speechless. She looked at the time and said, "Mr. Malcolm, we are not at home. We are in the hotel. If I go to see you, I can't explain anything to others."

"I don't want to listen to your nonsense. I just want to know whether you will come over or not."

"…… "Of course I will." "The room number," Poppi replied, clenching her teeth.

"1808."

"I'll be there soon." Poppi hung up the phone quickly and took a few deep breaths. 'don't be afraid, Poppi. Just act as what you used to be and face to Malcolm!'! She comfort herself in the mind. 'Come on! Just believe yourself!'