The Sweet Rival (Mango Shen and Nathaniel Ye)

Chapter 4

When Nathaniel Ye saw Mango Shen from afar, he trembled.

That figure and the way she walked looked exactly like Mango Shen!-

He couldn't help walking over and deliberately leaned on her.

Thomas Song was stunned. He had never seen Nathaniel contacting any woman on purpose. Especially after his wife's accident five years ago, Nathan became like an iceberg, making people involuntarily retreat. It was the first time for him to step towards a woman.

He couldn't help but look at Mango Shen again, and he was immediately amazed by her.

The stunning face was extremely perfect as if it was carved by an artist.

Nathaniel was also amazed.

However, Nathaniel Ye quickly regained his senses. Frowning slightly, he subconsciously took a step back and said coldly, "Be careful when you walk."

Mango Shen sneered in her heart.

Now this face was completely different from the one she used to have.

She still remembered how painful she felt when the fire burned on her skin. She still remembered that in order to keep the baby, she suffered nine months of pain then gave birth to the baby, before the cosmetic surgery.

Every time she woke up from a midnight nightmare, her tears wet pillow towel over again. Now the culprit was in front of her, she couldn't help but clench her hands. She wanted to tear his face

directly, dig out his heart, see what color his heart was, and even wanted to ask him, "Do you even have a heart?"

Mango held a lollipop that Zion had not finish. At the moment when Nathaniel knocked in, the lollipop also touched his suit.

She smiled and said, "Sorry, I really didn't see it just now. Your suit is dirty, how about I give you one? Do you have a phone number? I'll buy one and send it to you."

Mango Shen's voice was hoarse and low.

Nathaniel's eyes flashed with disappointment.

Not her!

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He still remembered that Mango Shen's voice was as crisp as a yellowbird. Although the woman in front of him was beautiful, her voice was a little low and hoarse. Perhaps to others, this kind of voice was somewhat tempting, but not to him. He felt no attraction.

Nathaniel's face turned cold again.

"Not necessary. It's just a suit."

After that, he took off his suit jacket directly and threw it into the nearby trash can in front of Mango, as if he had thrown away a very disgusting garbage.

Mango Shen's lips curled up slightly.

In Nathaniel's eyes, she might be a woman who took a fancy to him and wanted to get his contact information.

Mango looked at his back with a sneer. She really didn't know what kind of expression he would have when he knew that she was going to meet him as a designer.

Inexplicably, Nathaniel was a little angry. As for what he was angry about, he didn't know.

That woman was obviously not Mango Shen, but why had she felt familiar?

No!

Not her!

Mango would be very happy if she knew that he approached her on purpose. He knew Mango's feelings for him, but there was no emotion in the woman's eyes just now.

Her eyes looked exactly like Mango's!

Nathaniel suddenly stopped. Thomas did not notice that and knock Thomas's back.

"Mr Ye, I'm sorry."

Thomas touched his sore nose and took two steps back, only to find that Nathaniel's sight had been following Shen Mange.

After a brief contact with Nathaniel, Mango went straight to the bathroom. The way she walked made Nathaniel squint his eyes again. "Mr. Ye, are you interested in that woman?"

Thomas quickly shut up, as Nathaniel glared at him. "I'm going to the bathroom."

Nathaniel had no idea about what had happened. He was so annoyed that he turned around and quickly walked to the bathroom.

Thomas rarely saw Nathaniel like this, he naturally didn't dare to follow him, but to just wait outside.

Nathaniel walked into the bathroom, opened the faucet and poured a handful of water on his face. He tried to wake himself up, but suddenly felt that someone was pulling his clothes.

Nathaniel frowned slightly and turned his head. He saw a little boy about four or five years old raising his head and dragging his clothes with his right hand, as if he had something to say.

"Let go!"

Nathaniel's cold gazed and presence usually made people step back, but the little boy in front of him remained unmoved.

His eyes made him feel familiar.

"Uncle, can you do me a favor?"

Zion looked straight at Nathaniel. His innocent and eager eyes suddenly softened Nathaniel's heart.

"Where are your parents?"

"My mommy can't get into the men's room!"

Zion pouted and looked a little embarrassed.

Looking at the little cute boy that looked like a porcelain doll, Nathaniel gave up and sighed, "What can I do for you?"

"My zip stuck. Could you help me?"

As Zion Shen spoke, he put on an innocent look.