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Nightfall.
Steve pulled the van up to the Gallagher house.
Looking through the window at the dilapidated Gallagher house, Fiona's eyes welled up with tears. She sighed with immense emotion, "Home, sweet home!"
The car came to a stop.
Fiona immediately yanked the door open and shouted excitedly, "Gallaghers, we're home!"
In a flash, the six Gallaghers poured out of the van like a flood.
And Steve?
Forgotten.
Steve sat in the driver's seat, watching the six of them rush toward the house. His brow twitched slightly as a flicker of doubt about his life choices crossed his mind.
A few seconds later.
Fiona finally noticed Steve hadn't followed them. She turned around and waved at him.
Seeing this, Steve sighed, smiled faintly, got out of the car, and jogged over.
Moments later.
The seven of them entered the house happily, and then... poof, the happiness vanished.
The fact that the flat-screen TV was gone from the living room was presented right before their eyes.
"Fuck!" Lip was the first to react, cursing in shock. "Our TV got stolen!"
As the words left his mouth, Lip sprinted to the kitchen. "Fuck, fuck! The washing machine, the microwave... they're all gone!"
At this, Fiona and the others hurriedly scattered, checking upstairs and downstairs.
Steve didn't join the search. He leaned silently against the wall, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and pondered a question.
What is the deal with the Gallaghers? The six of them just reunited, and the house gets robbed instantly? Is this some kind of curse?
Fiona and the others moved fast.
Within a few minutes.
The facts were laid bare: The window by the back door was smashed. The thief had climbed in, stolen almost everything that was easy to carry and sell, and even drank a can of beer for good measure.
The six Gallaghers were stunned. They collapsed onto the sofas in defeat.
"Fuck!" Lip was furious, cursing non-stop. "If I find out who did this, I'm gonna kill him!"
Debbie wanted to cry. "We should call the police..."
Ian shook his head. "Useless. We won't get it back."
Fiona wiped her face hard. The joy of finally being out of prison had completely evaporated.
She fought hard not to cry, but that was all she could manage. She didn't know what to say.
Carl acted like nothing happened, looking left and right. "So what now? Are we still having the party?"
Hearing this, Fiona turned to look at Carl. Her mouth moved a few times before she finally spoke. "No party. Maybe some other time. I'll make dinner for you guys."
Hearing this.
Steve thought for a moment and spoke up. "How about you don't cook? I'll go out and buy some fried chicken and pizza. You're tired."
Fiona looked at Steve for two seconds. She was indeed physically and mentally exhausted. She nodded. "Okay. Thanks. I'm going to take a shower."
Steve smiled, turned, and left. He drove toward the commercial district to buy dinner—and appliances.
The Gallagher House.
Lip smoked furiously, cursing for a long while before finally quieting down. Then, he suddenly realized something was wrong. He quickly looked around the room.
"Something's not right..." Lip frowned deeply. "The whole house has been tossed. Even the sofa cushions were flipped... What kind of burglar breaks into a dump like this and searches so thoroughly? Did they think there was money hidden somewhere??"
Carl, bored without a TV, asked, "What do you mean?"
Lip's frown deepened. "This scene... it's happened before... Frank did this! FUCK!"
Cursing viciously, Lip stood up immediately. "Everyone in the neighborhood knows how poor the Gallaghers are! Who the hell would steal from us?! It was definitely Frank! I'm going to find him!"
Roaring in anger, Lip didn't delay. He stormed out.
Debbie couldn't believe Frank would do such a thing and was worried Lip would hurt him in a rage. She anxiously chased after him. "Lip, I'm coming with you!"
Ian hesitated for a moment but didn't move.
Carl didn't care. He just sat there playing with his lighter.
In the second-floor bathroom, Fiona showered, tears streaming down her face.
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Outside Dex Restaurant.
Bianca and her female colleague arrived. Seeing the "Sold Out" sign on the door, they exchanged helpless glances.
"Let's go," the colleague shook her head. "We're too late. No food for us."
Bianca gave a bitter smile and was about to speak.
Suddenly.
The restaurant door was pushed open from the inside. Vivian, beaming, said, "Welcome, ladies! Come on in, please."
The colleague was both happy and confused. "But... isn't it sold out?"
Vivian gave a mischievous smile. "For the Boss Lady and the Boss Lady's friend, 'sold out' isn't a thing. Please, come in."
Hearing this.
The colleague froze: "????"
Bianca's cheeks flushed red, and she lowered her head in embarrassment.
Seeing Bianca's reaction, the colleague understood immediately and laughed. "Oh wow, Bianca! When did this happen? No wonder you suddenly wanted to eat here. Let's go, get in there!"
Bianca didn't want to go in anymore. She wanted to flee.
The colleague knew Bianca too well. With quick reflexes, she grabbed Bianca's arm and dragged her into the restaurant, laughing as she pulled. "So, the guy sending you flowers yesterday and today is Boss Ding, right?! You sneaky woman, hiding it so well! Come on, spill it, when did this start?"
Bianca was even more embarrassed and tried to explain hurriedly. "No, really no! Don't talk nonsense!"
Although this was America, and as a young American woman, Bianca wasn't exactly prudish about relationships...
The problem was, up until now, there really wasn't anything.
Aside from meeting once yesterday at lunch, Bianca hadn't seen Dexter again. Of course, she had to explain.
The colleague didn't believe it, her gossip soul burning bright. "Look at you. Who are you trying to fool?"
Bianca: "..."
She couldn't explain it away. What now?
Vivian watched from the side, gleefully entertained.
On the other side.
Veronica naturally ran into the kitchen and grinned mischievously at Dexter. "Boss, the future Boss Lady is here. Go out and greet her."
Dexter heard this and laughed too.
He thought he'd have to send flowers for a few more days before Bianca came back to the restaurant.
America really is great.
Sex first, love later. Awesome!
Dexter thought to himself, decisively stopping what he was doing and wiping his hands. "Watch the stove for me, I'll be right back."
Moments later.
Dexter walked up to the table where Bianca and her friend were seated. He smiled and greeted Bianca. "Bianca, we meet again. Good evening."
Bianca, flustered by her colleague's teasing, felt chaotic and didn't know what to say. She just nodded blankly. "Mmh, good evening..."
She paused.
Then suddenly added, "Thank you for the flowers. They smell wonderful."
"Glad you like them," Dexter smiled, then turned to Bianca's colleague, who was sizing him up. "Good evening to you too, beautiful. What would you like to eat? On the house tonight. Order whatever you want."
Hearing this.
The colleague laughed happily. "The Boss is so generous. You and Bianca make a great pair."
"Haha, you really know how to talk. Thanks," Dexter laughed back.
Bianca couldn't take it anymore and whispered urgently to her colleague, "Ahem, stop messing around. Order quickly. We have to get back to work after we eat."
"Alright, alright. I'll go back alone later. You don't have to go back. I'll find someone to cover your shift. How about that?" the colleague suggested with a grin.
Bianca: "????"
Dexter: "^_^"
This beautiful doctor... was really easy on the eyes.
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