After all, Joseph was a mature man, and he was not like those saucy boys. He found that there were so many protests, so he slowly closed the street, and Irish happened to be walking against the side of the road. Joseph was riding on the steering wheel in one hand, slightly close to the copilot's seat, and facing Irish through the window. "Get in the car, will you?"
In a patient and persuasive tone. In the past, Irish would have been moved to tears, and she would have felt how touching it would be for such a person who was so busy every day to forget to eat, regardless of the eyes of passersby, enduring the protest of the car behind her with a whistle as arouse, and following her slowly in order to please her, just to make her happy.
She would not hesitate to get into the car, then put her arms around his neck, give him a kiss on the cheek, said flatteringly, Joseph, you were such a woman, crazy man.
But at present, did she still have the courage?
