18. The original path chosen
"Are you sure? Graph."
"He kicked me out, is he going to let me shamelessly continue to stay?"
At this time, a luxury car arrived and parked in front of the residence of a famous domestic dignitary. The driver turned around and asked uncertainly to the boy next to him who still had red eyes. The person who heard the question slowly lowered his face and answered with anger and sadness. Win could only let out a long sigh.
"Does this mean you're giving up?"
"Is there still a chance to win? P."
"..."
The man who had always been a strong fighter asked this time with a self-pitying smile. The person listening shook his head slightly, put his hand on the poor child's head, and then gently rubbed it a few times:
"Have a good rest. When it's OK, P will come to pick you up."
"It's useless, P Win. If he doesn't let me stay, he will throw me out no matter what." It means... if Pakin doesn't come to pick him up, Graph will have no shame in continuing to live in that home. .
"I'm still very grateful to P for sending me back and teaching me a lot." The man with red eyes said quickly, then opened the door and got out of the car quickly, threw his backpack over his shoulder, and strode away without looking back. In the mansion. The young model who always gets a little irritable because of the rude behavior of children is very considerate this time.
Not long ago, Graph suddenly came to him with a backpack and asked for help to take it home. At first he wanted to refuse, but the pitiful look in his eyes made him soften. So he chose to ignore Panachai's noisy voice and the request to wait for the boss who was still discussing things with his friends.
We've given way too much.
Win told himself this because he felt... something about Graph made him believe... that it wasn't the look in the eyes of someone who had given up.
At this time, if you ask Kritithi how do you feel? The boy's answer must be that he doesn't know.
I don't know how painful it is.
I don't know how long I cried.
I don't know how to win the other person's heart.
The nameless impulse and being despised both made the young man secretly make a certain determination. Therefore, although he has been home for two weeks, Graph has not thought of wasting time asking the servants if his father or mother is there, because most of the answers he gets are that he is not there, or that he does not know where he is or who he is sleeping with. . In this home, there is no difference between his presence and absence.
Graph opened the closet door, took out several sets of clothes and threw them on the bed. This was not to dress up carefully to meet someone important, but to pick and choose which one would look more mature. At this time, the image of a young model flashed into my mind.
Brown jeans, wide-collared long-sleeved tops, and brand-name accessories were placed all over the table, and next to them was...a silver card.
Yes, driven by a desire to understand clearly and a competitive spirit, Graph is taking a path that Pakin does not want it to take.
"I must know what is going on! I need to see what kind of person P likes to do research!" The boy said loudly, grabbed everything and walked straight to the bathroom.
Tonight, he will use the card he just took out.
The needle had just crossed the number 9 when a young man stepped out of the taxi and looked straight ahead...a gorgeous bar in the city center with an endless stream of customers. It was the weekend, and I saw countless luxury cars of all kinds driving in and parking in the parking lot, like a huge luxury car show. But that's not the purpose of the visit... His purpose is the owner of this bar.
