President's Substitute Wife

Chapter 210 Did he crush on me?

Murray did not look at the guy, but he looked at me first.

He confirmed me first and raised his hand to say hello to me, “Little girl, I haven’t seen you for a long time. I asked you to call me before, and you didn’t call me.”

“Murray, how can you recognize me?”

I was a bit surprised.

After all, I was half-armed now, and Murray can recognize me, it was a miracle.

Murray smiled. “I can’t recognize anyone except you.”

Then the man who had just called Murray came along and said, “Murray, why do not you pay attention to me?”

He was a man about the age of Murray Moore.

“Did not you see me talking to my student?”

As Murray Moore spoke, I looked at the direction of his fingers and reconfirmed that he was talking about me. Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

The man was stunned after hearing that, “What did you say? Your students? Is she your student?” The man quickly looked at me and put out his hands. “Hello, hello, nice to meet you. I am the curator here. I am Jonas Richards.”

His attitude was absolutely respectful.

“Hello.” I felt surprised and saw Murray Moore, “Mr. Moore, this...”

“My future student.”

Murray added.

Jonas looked at me admiringly. “oh, little girl. I see you are not very old but you can be regarded as a student by Murray. You must be qualified. After two years, you will be successful. At that moment, you must...”

“Well, she’s not my apprentice yet. And you start booking now? If you scare her away, I’ll be with you!”

Murray looked unhappily at Jonas Richards.

Jonas laughed. “All right, let us talk about it later, let us go in and sit down.”

“I will leave first.”

Seeing them going in, I didn’t plan to follow.

As a result, Murray said unhappily, “I have told you you are my future student, and I am embarrassed if you are not following me.”

“Ah?”

I was a little stunned, but a little aware of what Murray Moore meant, and I nodded, “I won’t leave.”

Hearing what I said, Murray Moore was just happy.

I was so muddled into the waiting room behind the exhibition.

This reception room was quaint, with a lot of furniture.

The furniture was exquisite.

Although they were furniture, but in my eyes they were money ah!

And some of them can’t be bought with money.

Jonas respectfully asked Murray to sit.

As a result, Murray Moore sat in the chair with a reluctant expression, “Oh, why are you like the old people in my family, who care about this? How could it be comfortable to sit on these wooden stools?”

“This is something people like and I have to use.” Jonas Richards said with a smile and asked, “Did you see the works of this exhibition just now. What do you think?”

“No.”

Murray just said that.

Jonas Richards wasn’t angry, and continued to ask, “Can you give me your opinion?”

Then, he took out a booklet of this exhibition and gave it to Murray Moore.

I sat aside and watched Murray groan as he flipped through the booklet. Jonas Richards was on the side.

The relationship between these two people was more and more delicate.

Jonas Richards just greeted Murray Moore warmly, indicating that the two had a good relationship.

But at this moment Jonas respected him, not like an acquaintance at all.

But Murray’s attitude toward Jonas Richards was like an acquaintance.

When Murray Moore talked about it, he just found a work and started to talk about the problem.

I secretly studied next to them and silently took out a small book to record the key points.

When Murray Moore was almost done, I was just about to put my book away, and he looked at me and said, “Do you remember what I said?”

“Ah?”

I looked at Murray in a daze and did not know what was going on.

Murray looked unhappy, “Do you think I have been so enthusiastic about telling him the problem? I am teaching you!”

“Teach... teach me?” I stared at Murray in a daze.

I didn’t respond, but Jonas Richards was happy and said. “Well, as I said, what happened to Murray today. It turned out that I was on your coattails.”

“Ah, thank you. Murray.”

I said thank you in the mouth, but I was in shock in my heart.

I had only encountered Murray twice. His actions showed that Murray Moore was definitely a maverick.

And he was very difficult to get along with, and he didn't care what others thought.

To me...

I didn’t say I wanted to worship him as a teacher, but he took the initiative to say that I was his student.

And he taught me the problems about those works.

Sean once said that the reason to help people was either love or interest...

Was he...

Even though Murray Moore was in his 50s, did he fancy me? It can’t be possible!

I was full of questions and after Murray Moore left the exhibition, I couldn’t help asking, “Teacher, you are so kind to me, I am very grateful, but I ...”

“Do you think I want to rob the cradle?”

Murray Moore looked at me like he was looking at a fool, and said what I guessed in a moment.

No mercy.

I shook my head.

Murray looked at my face and asked, “what happened to your face?”

“I...” I hesitated. “I have been treated with hydrochloric acid, and now I have a facial muscle injury, and I have not had surgery yet.”

When Murray Moore heard it, he was immediately angry. “What? Who did it? Did anyone arrest him? What is the matter, you tell me, I’ll find someone to help you arrest the prisoner.”

“No, thank you, teacher.”

I didn’t want Murray Moore involved in this.

Murray looked at me and sighed, “Well, forget it. It’s just disfigurement. Your hands are still good, and your brain is fine.”

“...”

He looked at me. “Give me the pen and note you took just now.”

“Ah, okay.” I thought Murray wanted to see what I took notes. Although I was a little embarrassed, I dared not neglect.

When I gave it to him, he turned to the last page, wrote something, quickly closed it and handed it to me, “I didn’t give you my phone number last time. I leave it for you this time. When are you going to be my student Call me.”

After that, he rode his bicycle which was at the door and left.

I was the only one left standing there, digesting what just happened.

I was taking out my cell phone to record the number, but my phone rang.

It was Daisy.

After seeing her call, I realized that I hadn't talked with her for a while.

I opened the phone, and the woman’s dissatisfaction voice came from the phone. “Baby, what have you been busy with recently? If I don’t contact you, you won’t contact me, right?”

“No, well, too much has happened to me lately.” I couldn’t help feeling relaxed when I heard Daisy’s voice.

“Tell me more about those things.” Daisy said, “And, next week is my birthday. I will buy birthday cakes for myself. If you have no money, you don’t have to buy me gifts. But you have to take time out of your busy schedule to spend my birthday with me!”