The Pear Garden, located in the center of the city in a small hutong, not remote, but difficult to find.
Inside the small hutong, there is another world, pear blossoms are in full bloom and Chinese style penthouses are situated in it.
Blanca Roach walked in and saw this refreshing scene, the staff here are all wearing cheongsam, everyone does not look like they are here to work, but leisurely like in their own home.
When the owner saw Blanca Roach and Paddy, she greeted them with a smile on her face, “Which room did you order?”
Paddy nodded politely and then said, “Third floor Piao Xiang Pavilion.”
“Inside, please.” The boss lady made a gesture of invitation.
Blanca Roach, together with Paddy, followed the staff’s lead and went inside.
Paddy whispered, “Blanca, you really have good taste, the environment here is very nice.”
“That’s right, don’t even look at who I am.” Blanca Roach patted her chest, a little drifted away.
Blanca Roach turned around and saw that the employees who were originally relaxed had changed their appearance and started to be busy in an orderly manner.
Then, Blanca Roach heard the boss’s voice, and she explained to the staff, “There will be a VIP coming, not just any VIP, so keep your spirits up and don’t delay.”
At the sound of her voice, Blanca Roach sighed, so even a place like Pearland can have things that differentiate treatment.
Thinking of the scene she saw when she came, Blanca Roach couldn’t help but sigh, it’s true that she is still not ‘expensive’ enough.
Paddy saw this and asked, “What are you thinking about?”
Blanca Roach said, “I’m thinking, when I can be a guest in the pear garden.”
She had never enjoyed such treatment in the Pear Garden, and she even thought that the people in the Pear Garden could never have an urgent side in this life.
After the words, Paddy laughed lightly and reached out his hand to rub the top of Blanca Roach’s head, “Blanca, you’re really cute.”
She shrank her neck, avoided the hand, and said with a sarcastic smile, “Let’s hurry up.”
After saying that, Blanca Roach walked forward quickly, feeling uncomfortable while walking.
Her body, it seemed, had only grown accustomed to Matthew Grant’s touch.
Behind him, Paddy squeezed his palm, which still had Blanca Roach’s temperature on it, and looked at the fleeing figure in front of him, and his eyes were clouded with a suppressed look.
After coming to the box, the waiter informed that all the dishes would be served within half an hour.
Pearly Garden’s order is not the guests themselves, but to inform the taste and preference in advance, the chef here will be based on the number of people to make dishes.
Seeing that the waiter did not ask, Blanca Roach knew that Paddy must have told her in advance when she made the reservation.
Thinking of this, Blanca Roach smiled at Paddy and said, “Paddy, you are so sweet, if only you were my own brother.”
She said this deliberately because she had always treated Paddy as her brother.
The smile on Paddy’s face stiffened as the words left his mouth.
He raised his eyes and looked at Blanca Roach across the table, smiling with arched eyebrows, the corners of his mouth seemed to be full of honey, but now, he could not be happy.
Brother, he did not want to, and could not.
Paddy did not answer, but beckoned the waiter, “Please serve a glass of milk to this lady.”
After saying that, Paddy looked at Blanca Roach, a pair of eyes gentle like the starry sky, “Blanca, you know, I do not want to be your brother.”