Reborn: Sure to Flirt Me?

Chapter 90 A Typhoon Came

"Knock, knock, knock..."

Hearing the knock on the door, Allen put down the tea in his hand and said, "Someone is coming. You

can go and open the door."

"Yes, Mr. Allen." The servant answered and closed the door of the study by the way.

The servant went downstairs and opened the door, after she said something to the visitor, the door was

closed again.

It was not until the servant came up again and told Allen that the people from the main house had left

that Allen sat straight at the desk and began to work.

"I know. It's getting late. Go to bed early."

It was very late when Molly drove back home. James and Peggy were sitting in the living room,

watching TV while waiting for Molly. As for Farrell, he should still be working in the study if nothing

unexpected happened.

Seeing Molly come in, Peggy asked, "Do you have anything to do today? Come back so late. "

Peggy's tone was a little dissatisfied.

Molly conveniently put the car key on the cabinet in the porch, then she answered while changing her

slippers.

"Allen got a fever today, so I stayed with him for a while longer."

"Allen has a fever?" Peggy was still very concerned about Allen, "How is he doing? Serious? Has he

seen a doctor? "

Sitting on the sofa, Molly picked up the fruit on the table and put it into her mouth. "He is fine now. His

fever has gone down when I came back. He might be fine."

"But I have told him to be careful and go downstairs to find the servant if he feels uncomfortable." It

was a little cold to eat grapes at night in this season, so Molly shivered with ice.

Peggy moved the plate with fruits away from Molly's hand and said, "Why do you eat these cold fruits

at night? Don't eat them!"

Looking at her parents pitifully, Molly pouted and said, "But I'm hungry."

James looked back from the TV and frowned, "It's so late. Haven't you eaten yet?"

"I ate." When Peggy didn't care about it, Molly picked up another grape and put it into her mouth. "I

accompanied Allen to eat a bowl of porridge, but I didn't seem to be full."

Peggy knocked Molly's head, "Forget it. I'll make you a bowl of noodles."

Molly was immediately touched and put her arms around Peggy's waist. "Thank you, mom. I know you

love me the most!"

"Come on!" Peggy was at a loss whether to cry or to laugh, and said to Molly. "Come to the kitchen to

help!"

"Yes, Sir!" Molly made a decent salute and successfully amused James and Peggy. Then she quickly

ran to the kitchen to help.

"Mom, your cooking has made progress again!" Molly felt warm as she ate the hot noodles. She felt

better and her mouth became sweeter. She couldn't help praising her mother's cooking.

Hearing her daughter's praise, Peggy smiled and said, "Hurry up. After eating, send this bowl to your

brother upstairs. He must be hungry."

Molly made an OK gesture and said, "Okay, no problem."

In the study, Farrell was standing in front of the large French window, frowning at the documents in his

hands.

Hearing the knock on the door, Farrell quickly pressed the document under a pile of documents and

walked to open the door.

"Dang dang dang..." Molly came up with a bowl of noodles in her hand. "The noodles for you. Eat it

quickly!"

Farrell took the bowl of noodles and took a bite. Looking at Molly who was sitting opposite to him, he

raised his eyebrows and asked, "Did you make this bowl of noodles?"

"…" Molly touched her nose and said, "Our mom made it. I took it out of the pot."

"Ha ha..." "I know you can't cook." said Farrell with a smile.

Molly glared at him and said angrily, "Why do you still ask?"

Farrell ignored her and continued to eat the noodles.

Molly looked at Farrell and opened her mouth, not knowing whether she should say it or not.

Farrell stopped and looked at Molly. Seeing that she acted as if nothing had happened, he raised his

eyebrows and continued to eat noodles.

When the bowl of noodles was almost finished, Molly finally called out hesitantly, "Brother..."

Farrell put down his chopsticks and hinted her to continue.

"Brother..." Molly was quite hesitant, called him but did not know how to say.

"I know I'm your brother." Farrell looked at Molly a little speechless, "You can say whatever you want to

say. Is there anything else you can't say in front of me?"

"Brother..."

"What's up? Tell me quickly!"

Molly was shocked by his roar. She looked at him aggrievedly and said, "Brother, you are so hot

tempered today."

Farrell sighed, "Am I irritable? You haven't seen what I look like at work. What's the matter? Why are

you still hesitating here for such a long time? What do you want? Or what ideas do you come up with

that I need to help you accomplish? "

"Ah! That's not what I mean. " Molly bent over to lie opposite him and said, "I just saw the weather

warning today. It said that there was a severe typhoon in B City recently."

"I know." Farrell took the last bite of noodles into his mouth, "And then, are you a little scared? You

aren't afraid of thunder when you are one or two years old. You shouldn't be afraid of typhoon at this

time. "

Looking at the helpless look on Molly's face, Farrell thought that she was really afraid. He hurriedly

persuaded, "It's Okay. You have seen the typhoon before. Nothing serious. Don't worry!"

Molly looked at him and rolled her eyes. "Brother, I'm not afraid. I just heard that the typhoon was very

serious this time. If we have any project that needs to be constructed, you'd better hurry up to arrange

it. Stop what we should stop and close what we should close."

Farrell frowned and said, "I don't think so. Similar warnings have been issued in B City in recent years.

Generally, there is no big problem..."

Before he could finish his words, Molly interrupted him. "Brother, trust me. The typhoon this time is

certainly not small. Moreover, even if it is not big, there is no problem to be careful."

Seeing that Farrell still needed to think about it, Molly didn't continue. Her brother was a man of his own

mind and was extremely serious in doing things. As long as Molly reminded him, he would take it

seriously and think about it. But if Molly continued to talk to him, the effect might not be as good as this.

So it was necessary to stop where it should stop.

"Okay, I know. Let me think about it. After all, the sudden halt of the project will not only cause a great

economic loss, but also cause a lot of trouble to the company." In the end, Farrell dealt with Molly in

this way.

Molly cheered in her heart silently. Her brother's words meant that he agreed, but she still pretended to

be calm and said, "Well, okay, I'll go downstairs first. You should go to bed early too."

After saying that, Molly reached out to take the bowl of noodles in front of Farrell.

"Don't move!"

Suddenly, Farrell stopped her, grabbed her hand and asked, "What's going on?"

Molly looked at her wrist and said, "Oh, nothing. I got hurt by accident today. I've applied medicine.

There isn't any problem."

"Hurt?" Looking at her with a faint smile, there was a little anger in Farrell's eyes. "Then tell me how

you accidentally hurt yourself, and what kind of injury can make a few finger prints on your wrist?"

Sure enough, her brother was not as easy to fool as Allen.

Looking at the expression on Farrell's face, Molly gently pulled her wrist back and said carefully, "I met

Jonson today. I don't know what's wrong with him. He grabbed my hand and didn't let it go. When I

broke free, my hand was already like this."

After saying that, Molly shrugged helplessly.

Hearing this, Farrell frowned more tightly. "Jonson? How could you have a relationship with that

playboy of the Cheng Family? "

Molly sighed, looked at Farrell and said, "I don't have any relationship with him, but..." This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Molly sat on the sofa and began to complain to her brother. "I went to see Allen today, and when I

passed by the garden, I happened to meet Jonson. It was not appropriate not to greet him, but when I

greeted him, he said something in a mess. When I was about to leave, he grabbed me, and then my

wrist became like this."

Looking at her wrist which was still a little red and swollen, Farrell asked, "Does it hurt?"

Molly shook her head and said, "It hurt a little at first, but I don't feel anything now."

"That's good. Go to bed early tonight." Looking at the bowl on the table, Farrell said, "Put it here. I'll

take it down later."

With a sweet smile, Molly said, "It's Okay. My hand is fine now."

After saying that, Molly stood up and was about to go out of the room. At the same time, she said to

Farrell, "Have an early rest. Work can be done tomorrow. Good night."

"Okay, good night."

When the door of the study was closed, Farrell raised his head and found that his sister seemed to be

a little different from before.

Then Farrell slightly narrowed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

On October 21st, the warning typhoon came as expected, and the whole B City fell into a strong wind.

Typhoon had always been famous for its destructive power. When a typhoon passed through the

boundary, it often brought violent storms.

Molly raised her head and looked out of the window. The continuous rain had lasted for two days, and

the water level on the river had risen a lot.

It was impossible to go out in this kind of weather, let alone go to work.

In the end, Farrell listened to Molly's advice and arranged everything well in the past few days, and

gave the employees a holiday. Although it was a little loss, it was much better than those who were not

prepared at all.

And this also made Farrell curious about Molly. He had been looking at Molly in confusion these days,

and now he was looking at her in the same way.

It was raining heavily and the newspapers couldn't be sent here these days. James had to change his

usual habit and sat on one side to chat with his family.

"I didn't expect that the typhoon would be so serious. Fortunately, Farrell stopped all the construction

projects and packed up the materials needed. Otherwise, the loss will be great." James looked at

Farrell approvingly. His son had always been his pride.

With a smile on his face, Farrell turned to look at Molly and said, "I heard from my friend that this

typhoon was very serious, so I made more preparations. Anyway, it's always right to be careful. If the

news is not accurate, it doesn't matter. Just take it as an annual leave for the employees in advance."

Then Farrell said, "Molly, do you think so?"