The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Bruce’s face vaguely surfaced with anger, his eyes sharply staring at her: “Really want to see?”Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Lindsey smiled innocently and looked at him with an odd expression, “I came here to see the show, otherwise what do you think I came for.”

“No looking at other men.” Bruce’s tone was firm: “I have to take care of you for my three brothers.”

“Uh …” Lindsey flinched, leaned down slightly and poked her index finger into his chest a few times, smiling, “Take care of me what?”

Bruce frowned, still straining his neck, handsome face dark and sullen: “No such show.”

“But there are muscle men at the show.” Lindsey held back a smile, deliberately put on a look of longing: “so well-developed biceps, of course, to appreciate.”

“That’s even more not allowed to look.” Bruce was depressed. He thought, “What’s so great about a bunch of men wearing only their bottoms.

Lindsey blinked suspiciously and smiled happily, “With chest hair and well-developed muscles, you don’t get many opportunities like this.”

Bruce really can’t think of a reason to retort, black face pondering for a moment, as if making a major decision, depressed, “I’ll accompany you.”

Lindsey nodded with a smile and obediently went behind him to push the wheelchair, muttering in a low voice: “Miss Charlotte said that the male models in this show are superbly built, and you can’t usually see such a sexy show.”

Bruce lowered his head, thin lips tightly pursed into a straight line, just pretend not to hear her words, but hands subconsciously clenched fists.

Back to the show floor, the two found Charlotte and sat down in the first row of the guest area.

The show officially opened, the first male model, is a young black guy. The broad shoulders, narrow waist, buttocks, chest muscles, in the light of the glow of the moist light, wearing only a white T-back.

Lindsey looked flushed and could not help but peek at Bruce’s reaction. The afterglow saw him frowning, seemingly even more upset, and could not help but be a little worried.

She also did not know that the lingerie show would be like this, if you know, she was determined not to come in.

According to her understanding, thought at least must be the middle pants, beach pants or something, look at the upper half of the body is enough, which expected to be so powerful.

“You don’t believe me when I say it doesn’t look good.” Bruce saw her blush and was in a weirdly good mood: “Now you can still go.”

Lindsey was about to say yes when Charlotte suddenly interjected, “What to go, wouldn’t it be a shame not to see such a nice view.”

“Sis, you’ll bring her down like that.” Bruce retorted unhappily, “A girl, look at what men’s underwear show.”

Lindsey was silent for a second, and her eyes were quickly sucked by the second male model to appear. The white skin on this male model is more pleasing to the eye than the black guy.

The unconscious flow out of the nymphomaniac look, immediately attracted Bruce deep dissatisfaction. Reaching out and tugging down Lindsey’s little dress, he went over and lowered his voice and muffled, “Stop looking and go.”

Lindsey could not listen to it, in order not to annoy him, simply leaned towards him and whispered to him, “I think his hips are not as nice as yours, and I guess they don’t feel good either.”

“Feel?” Bruce looked at her sideways, his eyes quenching, “You actually associate it with feel!”

“Healer’s instinct.” Lindsey made up a random excuse and said heartlessly, “I feel like yours might be softer.”

Bruce blushed, afraid that Charlotte would hear such a strong statement. He looked back quietly and was relieved to see that her mind was all on the male model.

After a few minutes of silence, a yellow man came out, and Lindsey stared for a few seconds before coming to Bruce’s ear and whispering, “I think he’s got a towel in his T-back, and several of the previous ones have.”

Bruce has not yet thought of how to answer, and heard her say: “Probably not even as big as yours.”

After the words, Lindsey suddenly realized that he should not talk to him about this, cheeks instantly red dripping blood.

Bruce saw the situation, mischievously close to the past, lips almost close to her ear lightly smiled: “My big is not big, you can try.”

“Rascal!” Lindsey was embarrassed, slightly straightened his back, eyes unfocused on the opposite guest, which still have the heart to continue to watch the show.

Bruce’s smile deepened under his eyes, and his posture lazily tilted his body, meaning to say: “After watching for half a day, it’s not just to compare who’s bigger, right?”

“No, it’s not.” Lindsey vainly distinguished a sentence, quietly reached out to pinch him: “Bruce, if you continue to play a rogue, I will ignore you.”

Bruce grabbed her hand and gently held it tight, his low, magnetic laugh spilling out of his mouth with pleasure.

Lindsey’s body trembled slightly, as if a feather had gently brushed across the lake, causing ripples. She has no recollection of how many models came out next, and her mind is all about the tingling sensation from his palm.

After sitting through the whole show, Lindsey stood up and ran out of the room.

Charlotte did not notice the interaction between the two, saw her running away, instinctively asked Bruce: “What did you do to her?”

“I wouldn’t dare do anything to her.” Bruce was in a happy mood, smiled and dropped a sentence and chased him out.

Out of the show floor, far away to see Lindsey seems to be stopped by someone, smile instantly frozen in the mouth. The wheelchair was controlled and slid over quickly, and when he saw that the person who stopped Lindsey was actually Harvey, his handsome face instantly became angry.

“Bruce,” Lindsey felt his breath approaching and subconsciously twisted her head: “Harvey had to invite me to a snack.”

“I’ll make you whatever you want to eat when you get home.” Bruce flipped the book for a doting smile and took her hand in his own: “There’s no problem with refusing someone you don’t like, no matter what you use.”

The dislike in his words was so obvious that Harvey couldn’t miss it. Suppressing the displeasure in his heart, he reluctantly took the corner of his lips and politely extended his hand: “Bruce, it’s been a long time.”

“It’s been a long time indeed.” Bruce raised his eyes, gave him a faint look, then said, “I thought we never had to see each other again in this life.”

After the words, he left Harvey with a depressed look on his face and gently led Lindsey away.

Back to the car, Lindsey while Charlotte is still in the car, curious: “bit Harvey in the end what is the origin, the last time I knocked out teeth, he is amnesia or really do not care.”

“B city ranked the bottom of the rich family, illegitimate birth.” Bruce’s voice was light, but his words were full of concern: “Did he give you a hard time.”

“No, he didn’t.” Lindsey smiled thoughtfully, “He’s just stopping me from talking.”

“That’s good.” Bruce dropped his heart and unconsciously tightened his force: “I told you, you don’t need to pay attention to people who are not polite to me.”

“Good.” Lindsey nodded, his eyes fell on his hands, remembering the molestation on the way to see the show, suddenly smiled: “You do not seem to have taken a medicinal bath today.”

Bruce blurted out without thinking, “No, why?”

Lindsey met his gaze with a smile and a soft tone, “Not much, just wanted to check if it was really bigger than the model’s.”