As for Malcolm, he would never let go of Poppi now. It was hard to explain. He clenched his fists so that Poppi would not have the chance to slip away.

Seeing that Malcolm didn't let Poppi go, Celine just held on to Poppi's hand tightly and couldn't stop crying.

"Let go of me, you two..." Poppi sniffed and closed her eyes desperately, "go and change your clothes. I will see Uncomfortable. "

Looking down at his night robe, Malcolm scolded quietly. Then he said to Poppi, "you, you go with me. I'll leave right away with my clothes."

"Let me go, let me go." Poppi repeated the words over and over again, as if she was so disappointed that she even had no strength to struggle, "why should I go inside with you I don't want to go in. I feel bad Let me go, Celine. Let me go, too... "

"I..."

"Let me go!" At last, Poppi could not help yelling loudly, while at the same time, her tears dropped with the rhythm of her voice, "I need to calm down, could you please let me go?"

Hearing what she said, Malcolm's hand trembled slightly. He suddenly loosened his grip on Poppi's hand and stood still like a little child begging for forgiveness for his fault. His eyes dimmed. He pressed the corners of his lips and could not speak any more words to explain.

Poppi shook off the heavy hold and Celine's hands on her arm angrily, turned around and strode forward without hesitation.

She didn't have the heart to watch Celine and Malcolm walking out of a room, calm and collected, and treat her sister with tolerance and mercy All she wanted now was to escape as far away as possible.

Seeing the sorrowful look on Poppi's face as she walked away step by step, Malcolm sighed. Then he returned to his room, went to the bathroom and got changed, ready to chase after Poppi as soon as possible.

"Malcolm..." When Celine followed him to the washroom, she found that the door was closed. So she could only try her best to slap the door and shouted, "Malcolm, Malcolm, open the door!"

She had a very vague impression of what had happened in this room last night, but she clearly remembered that she had met George after entering this room. Could it be that George and I? no As for Malcolm, he had sex with her last night? She didn't care, she didn't care! The man must be Malcolm!

Malcolm put on his clothes in a hurry. "Bang!" the door opened, full of anger. Then he jumped into the room and saw Celine.

"Malcolm..." Celine wobbled and looked up at Malcolm, her voice trembling.

"What happened last night?" Malcolm had changed into a suit. The suit was wrinkled, but it couldn't cover his coldness at all. It was like a black hawk flied in the sky, which made people feel oppressed.

"I don't know." Celine decided to hold back the truth.

"Then what do you know?" Malcolm managed to squeeze out these words, angry and angry. "Last night you were Celine. How could you not know that? Don't you know why you are here? "

"I... I..." Celine pouted and wanted to explain, but she didn't know where t

s!" The driver sighed, "why can't you save your face? You didn't answer the phone, but you didn't hang it up. It showed that you could not let him go. I don't know why, but if we don't communicate well, it will only make things worse! "

Hearing this, Poppi wiped her tears hard. Yes, how could she give up on Malcolm? She wanted to listen to his explanation, but she felt that she needed some time to calm down. Was taking over the phone the right choice?

When Poppi touched the screen, the warning tone appeared, indicating that her cell phone was out of electricity and she could not answer the phone. Before she could react, the screen of the cell phone was completely black.

Oh, my God!

Poppi took a deep breath and her eyes filled with tears again. Just let it be. As if it was a nightmare, she needed some time to digest.

"Here we are, miss." Twenty minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of the office of the magazine. Poppi hurried to thank the driver. But when she was about to pay, she searched around carefully but found that she didn't take her bag with her.

All of a sudden, the corner of her mouth was red and she even blushed.

"I..." Poppi pressed her lips and took a look at the only valuable cell phone on her. She wanted to hand it out but felt reluctant to. She was at a loss for embarrassment. However, out of the corner of her eyes, she saw the assistant of Benson, Tom, who rushed in.

Poppi waved her hand to Tom "Tom! The driver, Could you let me to lend some money first? " As she spoke, she opened the door and got out of the car, then she ran towards Tom.

Hearing this, Tom stood still and was looking for the source of the voice. When he saw the embarrassed and red eyed Poppi who was crying ran towards him, he couldn't help but ask, "Poppi?"

"Can you lend me some money? I forgot my wallet. My phone was out of power, so I can't pay. " Poppi scratched her head and choked up, "I, I'll return it to you after I return to the company."

"I..."

"Let me pay!"