The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Bruce a face suffocated into a pig liver color, eyes on the nose, nose, nose, spine straight.

Lindsey was oblivious to the pinch for a while, pulling back his hand and turning his head to look out the window. After leaving the city, the number of vehicles on the road decreased, and the outline of the mountains on both sides of the road was faintly visible.

The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on the groom. In the blink of an eye, she was already separated from the world.

Sucking hard, she sat back, leaning unconsciously on Bruce’s shoulder, and said quietly, “I want to study for the exam.”

“As long as you’re happy.” Bruce naturally circled her shoulders, his voice gentle: “I said I would take care of you, you treat as your brother, just don’t reject me.”

Lindsey nodded, shrinking towards him like a kitten, her eyes wet.

Bruce sensed that her emotions were not right, and the force of his hand tightened subconsciously, hiding his face in the darkness, covered with pain.

Lindsey nestled in his arms, feeling his warm body heat, but his thoughts drifted far away. Just be happy … grandpa used to say that she didn’t need to worry about her family, she just needed to follow her heart and live happily.

However, grandfather’s departure, but she experienced the feeling of being abandoned overnight. The loneliness ate away at her heart, and if Bruce hadn’t been with her, she wouldn’t have known where to go next.

When the car arrived at the foot of Jiuhu Mountain, the driver turned on the lights and was inspected as usual.

After a few stops and posts, the car finally stopped outside the building where Old Mr. Grant lived.

Lindsey got out of the car, took Bruce’s wheelchair down, and then helped him to sit in it slowly.

Old Mr. Grant was still awake when he saw the two of them enter the living room and said with a smile, “Does it seem strange to have you here all of a sudden?”

“Not strange …,” Lindsey heartlessly answered, holding Bruce’s hand and sitting beside him: “so late to stay up, not just to explain it to us, the old man should rest early. ”

Old Mr. Grant smiled again and slightly raised his eyes to look at Bruce: “This side is a little quieter, in order to let you recover as soon as possible, I asked Jack to find some well-known doctors to come over and continue to give you acupuncture.”

“Good.” Bruce nodded, his gaze firm and subdued: “All listen to grandpa’s arrangement.”

“Well, you guys get some rest early too, I’ll go upstairs first.” Old Mr. Grant gave him a comforting look and got up to go upstairs.

Lindsey took a nap at noon and was not too sleepy, so she went back to her room and tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

After tossing and turning for almost an hour, there was a sudden knock at the door. I got up and opened the door to see Bruce, wondering, “What are you doing in my room in the middle of the night?”

Bruce looked at her with a smirk, controlling the wheelchair himself and sliding in.

“Talk to me, what are you doing in my room in the middle of the night.” Lindsey leaned lazily on the door frame with her arms clasped over her chest and looked at him askance, “You don’t want to sleep with me, do you?”

“Cough …” Bruce choked on his own saliva and quickly took out the pillow he had hidden behind him, with a sophisticated smile on his lips: “I’m afraid you can’t sleep to give you a pillow, but if you want to invite me to stay , I will be very happy.”

“Get out!” Lindsey angrily ran over and snatched the pillow away, impatiently giving the eviction order: “Don’t go yet, what time is it?”

“You just said that I want to sleep with you.” The smile on Bruce’s face deepened: “I feel I need to stay.”

“You can try it if you’re not afraid to die!” Lindsey threw the pillow onto the bed, deftly went around behind him and violently pushed him out: “If you don’t leave I’ll wake up Grandpa.”Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

The embarrassed look fell on Bruce’s eyes and immediately drew a giggle of pleasure.

Lindsey was furious and shut the door immediately after pushing him out. Falling back into bed, she hugged the pillow and took a deep sniff, her heart rippling.

This person, you can see that he is quite careful. The pillow is made by grandfather himself, the pillow core put a lot of tranquilizing herbs, did not think he would remember to help himself to bring.

The first thing you need to do is to take the pillow and roll it around in bed for a while, Lindsey thought about his bad smile and went to sleep with a sad frown.

The next morning, Lindsey woke up early and went for a walk with Old Mr. Grant in the back of the mountain. The sky was foggy, with no hint of blue in sight, so the two climbed halfway up the hill and each boxed.

Old Mr. Grant finished the fight, took the towel handed to him by the guard to wipe his sweat, and gazed kindly at Lindsey who was still going on.

Her boxing style is not unusual, but each move has a style, not worse than the boys.

Laughing as she finished, Old Mr. Grant beckoned her over and joked half-heartedly, “Too bad you’re a girl, if you were a boy, I’d have thrown you in the barracks.”

Lindsey sat down with a smile and joked, “If I were a boy, Bruce wouldn’t be able to bring me into The Grant family.”

Old Mr. Grant laughed, not catching the meaning of her words, and said, “You’re not leaving this time, are you? If you don’t like living at home, I’ll ask Scarlett to get you a house.”

“I want to go to graduate school and continue my studies, so I can live anywhere, and I’ll be on my own anyway.” Lindsey was a little down, looking down hard at her toes.

“The best thing is that I’m old, and I might be gone sometime, so I can have you and Bruce with me, and I’ll forget about it.” Old Mr. Grant let out a long sigh and said comfortingly, “It’s just like being at home here, don’t be a stranger.”

“Thank you, Old Mr. Grant,” Lindsey said, her eyes red with anger and her hands twisted together in confusion.

Old Mr. Grant saw the situation and looked a bit stern: “I just said you were a bit of a brat, so you’re crying so soon.”

“I didn’t. I was just blinded by the sand.” Lindsey sniffled and lifted her head graciously.

Old Mr. Grant looked a little more relaxed, got up and smiled as he walked down the hill, and Lindsey followed him with a warm feeling in her heart.

After breakfast, Bruce and Jack went to the training base at Nine Lakes, Lindsey had nothing to do, and when Charlotte called, she agreed to go to the men’s show with her.

The person who came to pick her up was Cary, who hadn’t seen her for a long time and seemed even more quiet.

Lindsey leaned honestly in the back seat and talked to him with nothing to say: “Is Miss Charlotte looking for a boyfriend?”

Cary looked ahead, focused on driving, and didn’t reply.

Lindsey glanced at the back of his head and shut up in disinterest. When we arrived at Charlotte’s office, we chatted with her for a while before being dragged to the shopping mall.

The men’s fashion show she was talking about didn’t start until later in the afternoon, and Lindsey was so angry and amused when she realized she was being lied to.

After having a quick bite to eat, the two of them arrived at the show and just sat down, Bruce appeared from the corner and took Lindsey away without any reason.

Lindsey was confused by his actions and said unhappily, “I’m waiting to see the show, Bruce what are you doing.”

“Men’s underwear show, what’s so great about it.” Bruce was angry, and Charlotte was really, really taking her to all the shows.

Lindsey stared at him like a torch, intuitively funny: “It is the underwear show to see, so many muscle men, it is too bad not to see.”