11 Chapter 11 Marry an Old Man (2/2)

Lola ordered a cup of cocktail. The bartender gently swayed himself, and gracefully and flexibly rotated the mixer in his hand. Within just one minute, the bartender served Lola the cocktail with a lemon.

Lola held the cup, sipped the cocktail, and found a dim corner to sit in.

Ten minutes later.

After parking his motorcycle, Zoe walked quickly in the bar, and found the acquainted one at the usual place, feeling a little relief.

”Waiter!” Zoe sat down, and ordered a cup of cocktail like Lola's.

Zoe carefully looked Lola, who was smiling slightly, up and down and the bling-bling diamond ring on her hand. He was glad to see that she remained the same as before.

”Hey, aren't you gonna explain to me what happened?” Zoe fixed his messy red hair, from which Lola could tell that he came here with his motorcycle at top speed. He wore a new skull-shaped earring on the right, which shone in a quirky way.

”Explain what? I get married, just as you see.” Lola wore a smile of self-mockery. She could be deemed very unfilial in a way as she got married not long after her grandma passed away.

Zoe said with a tight frown, ”Lola, you are unapt to degenerate like this! It's nothing to be broke. You can earn money. If you don't know how, my girlfriend and I can manage to support you. How could you just find some guy and get married?” What Zoe said delighted Lola somewhat. Alas! She knew that Wendy and this brother were the best persons!

”Why are you laughing? You aren't a fool now, are you?” Zoe got a nasty shock.

”Go to hell. You are the fool! I just feel happy.” She felt happy, because she still owned something valuable.

”You are definitely silly! You even feel happy now?” Zoe muttered while looking at Lola blankly.

”Waiter, a bottle of Royal Salute, please! Zoe, let's get hammered!” Lola felt so cheerful that she still got a friend who could accompany and drink with her.

”Hey, hey, hey. A bottle of Royal Salute? That costs me salary of three months or four. You will make me poor!” Zoe cried out. He certainly had some deposits, but the money was used to marry a woman rather than wine this woman.

”Good boy, don't cry. It's my treat today!” Zoe frequented the bar. Lola used to enjoy drinks for free when she was with Zoe and what they ordered was not so expensive, unless they order some expensive drinks like this time, which the manager of the bar could not afford. But he would get a discount anyway.

”Lola! Where did you get the money?” Zoe stretched out his neck to observe Lola carefully, not to overlook any of her facial expressions.

”From my husband, of course.” Wow, wow, wow. Her husband! Lola admired herself, as she had the cheek to say that naturally and easily.

A waiter served them the liquor soon. Zoe held it in his arms. He would keep bothering Lola until she told him the truth.

”Tell me the truth. Do you marry an old man? Otherwise how can you be so rich?” It is normal that Zoe has this suspicion.

Lola laughed out loud. What kind of expression would show on Harry's cold face if he knew that someone called him old man? Lola looked forward to seeing that.