Husband, Please Stop Flirting

After a while, I said thank you. The two people who tore their faces had nothing to say, but pretended in front of Andy who didn't know anything.

Daisy hung up the phone and went downstairs expressionless. YAL was sitting at the table reading the newspaper. The servants in the manor were preparing breakfast for them.

Daisy walked up to the chef in the kitchen and said coldly, "please prepare me a bowl of dumplings and 10000 noodles."

The chef looked at Daisy awkwardly. The noodles said, what the hell is dumpling? He seems to have seen it in some martial arts programs in China.

"I'm sorry, miss, I can't make dumplings," the chef said respectfully.

Daisy pursed her lips in displeasure. YAL glanced at Daisy's direction and said, "John, please contact the Chinese chefs in London and ask them to make dumplings for daisy."

The chef nodded hurriedly, and then went down to find a Chinese chef for daisy.

Daisy sat on the sofa waiting for the cook. Since Feng ChuChu and Andy returned to China, Daisy was allowed to move back here, but there was a gap between father and daughter, and no one had really been close to anyone.

Soon the Chinese cook came. Daisy ate the dumplings that tasted strange to her. Tears fell down. She didn't care and still ate them expressionless.

She is a girl who has lived in the dark since childhood. Her mind is much more mature than her peers. When she was very young, she would observe her words and colors and try to figure out other people's thoughts, but what she got is always a little cold food. She has been very eager for sunshine and warmth since childhood, so Jason is even a gangster boss who does all kinds of evil.

But he gave Daisy enough warmth to make Daisy feel the kindness of the world. She loved to drink and thanked Jason very much, but these things were destroyed by some people. Jason died and she became the child without sunshine, warmth and love.

Precocious, she wanted to revenge those who took away her warmth, but she believed others and hurt another group of people who gave her warmth.

Sometimes Daisy would wonder if she would do this if she was given another chance, because she needed to inherit the Phoenix family and deal with those who hurt Jason, and Feng ChuChu and Andy were obstacles to her progress.

Recently, the wind was very busy. Andy also gave the National Day holiday. The two of them sat on the sofa on the two floor of the coffee shop, watching the pedestrians outside and the fallen Wutong leaves.

"Mom, I find you are getting lazier and lazier," Andy said clearly looking at the wind sitting on the sofa drinking coffee.

The wind shrugged and shrugged, saying, "I'm still very busy. You didn't complain long time ago that I didn't have time to accompany you. How long did it take?"

Andy put his little head on the table. "No, I just think such a mother is strange."

Feng ChuChu took a sip of coffee and said, "just adapt."

Andy bent his head and continued to look out of the window. The leaves fell off one by one, and time passed by. The leaves of the Wutong tree at the entrance of the coffee shop were completely washed away, and replaced with a thick layer of white snow, which was very beautiful.

Wutong tree Wutong Wutong out of the mobile phone to the Phoenix Tree took a photo, the picture of the Indus tree, do not need to add any modification, no need for any P map, but then looked very beautiful.

Suddenly someone hugged Feng ChuChu from behind and smelled the familiar smell. Feng ChuChu suddenly relaxed and completely nestled in that person's arms.

I saw her behind the night, wearing a long brown coat with the wind and the same style, with the snowfall of the Wutong tree, the picture is very beautiful.

"Why are you here?" Feng ChuChu said, looking at the photo album in his mobile phone.

Si Yeqing kissed the windy earlobe and said softly, "passing by here, I want to see here, but I'll go back soon."

After hearing this, Feng ChuChu smiled and didn't ask any more questions. For more than half a year, it was a rare leisure time for Feng ChuChu. Locke seemed to have disappeared. He hadn't seen his figure for a long time. Even in Britain, there was no news about Locke.

After Si Yeqing left, Feng ChuChu also entered the store. On snowy days, the guests in the store did not arrive, only a few scattered, and the air was full of moisture.

Feng ChuChu looked at a man in a black coat sitting not far from her. The man was very ordinary. He was the kind of face that people easily ignored and forgotten, but the breath on his body was very terrible, and her eyes looking at Feng ChuChu were also very terrible. Just a simple look, Feng ChuChu's back burst into a cold sweat.

Feng ChuChu forced him to bear the uneasiness in his heart. After going up to the second floor, he called the waiter in the store and asked her when the man came and whether he had done any strange behavior.

The waiter looked at the wind strangely and said, "the man came in after you went out. He didn't do anything strange. He just ordered a cup of coffee."

Feng ChuChu nodded and asked the waiter to go down. He saw the man in a black coat come up and sit down with a wary look in surprise.

"Do we know each other?" Feng ChuChu said quietly, her hand quietly reaching into her bag to make a phone call.

I saw the man sitting opposite the wind ChuChu sneer, "you can try. Is it your speed to dial the phone or the knife in my hand?"

The man has a foreign face, but he speaks the purest Mandarin.

After hearing this, Feng ChuChu took her hand out of her bag. She believed that the man in front of her had the ability to solve her on the spot.

"You don't have to be nervous. In fact, I want to ask you about Locke," said the man, West.

Hearing the name that made him gnash his teeth but frightened, Feng clearly looked at West with an irrecoverable hatred.

West smiled carelessly, played with the knife he didn't know where to take it out and said, "I'm looking for his revenge. You tell me everything about him. It's only good for you, not bad."

The wind looked at the man warily, "how do I know if what you said is true or false?"

The knife in West's hand rotates faster. "You can choose to believe it or not. After all, it's your freedom, but it's not certain whether you can get out of this cafe alive."

Feng ChuChu looks at West without expression. West's expression has always been light, but Feng ChuChu knows that West absolutely has that ability.

"I don't know much about Locke. What do you want to hear?" Feng asked clearly.

West stopped rotating the knife in his hand and said expressionless, "all!"

……

The man walked for a long time and was still immersed in the mood just now. The danger of this man was no less than that of Locke.