Husband, Please Stop Flirting

In Locke's clear eyes looking at the wind, it seemed as if he had been poisoned.

Suddenly the wind leaned over, and the distance between them was very close. Locke looked at the wind, and the door of the room was pushed open again.

"What is Miss Cora doing?"

"I'm stimulating Locke. If Locke gets excited, he'll wake Jarvis up." Feng said clearly and confidently.

Nano Ao looked at Feng ChuChu suspiciously. Feng ChuChu straightened up, looked directly into nano Ao's eyes and said, "Miss nano Ao, please don't break in casually. You have a great impact on my treatment effect and my mood."

"Miss Cora, please"

The wind ChuChu sneered, "it seems that Miss nano doesn't want to wake up Jarvis as soon as possible. Well, I'll go."

Then the wind stood up and tried to go.

Lying in bed, Locke also said loudly, "yes, let this smelly woman go. She still wants to use me to wake up Jarvis. What an international joke."

Nao thought for a moment. "I'm sorry, Miss Cora. Go on. I won't bother you anymore."

With that, nano closed the door and left. Locke, lying in bed, smiled and said, "thank me. If it weren't for me, you would be driven away."

Feng ChuChu sneered and said, "Oh, really, why don't I think you're keeping me?"

With that, Feng ChuChu suddenly leaned over and approached Locke. At this moment, their posture was very ambiguous. It was like kissing in the monitoring. Feng ChuChu turned his head and looked at the monitoring coldly.

This time, I didn't bother Feng ChuChu again. Feng ChuChu was satisfied.

"Don't be so enthusiastic. Even if you are pregnant with my child, you won't get a dime from the Watson family." suddenly, the smile on Locke's face became stronger and stronger.

"Miss Feng, what is this?"

"I told you I'd love to kill you." the blade in Feng's right hand is against Locke's neck. Because of the line of sight, the monitoring did not capture the blade.

"Then kill me," said Locke, closing his eyes as if he were being slaughtered.

The wind put away the blade with a sneer and stood up straight. "Now is not the time. One day I will make you pay the price."

Locke opened his eyes and looked at the wind coldly. "Then I'll wait and see."

The first day passed, the wind was clear and made no progress, and Jervis next door was still in a coma.

The next day, the wind was clearly holding a cup of coffee and a heart book. He sat on Locke's side and didn't speak. He just looked at the book so quietly.

Locke, who couldn't stand being lonely, said, "do you think it's useful to read those books?"

Feng ChuChu took a sip of coffee and said, "it's useful. At least I can restrain my impulse to kill you."

……

Will the woman chat "kill if you want. You may not have this opportunity in the future. You won't have the chance to avenge your grandmother in this life. Think about your grandmother in front of you!"

Feng ChuChu poured coffee on Locke's face. It wasn't hot. Locke wasn't hurt, but this action was very insulting.

Nanao, who monitored the other end, took a pill and warned himself not to be angry. Everything was for master Jarvis and his wife.

"What are you doing?" asked Locke with a bad face.

Feng ChuChu smiled, his eyes full of cold light. "Don't do anything, your mouth is too smelly."

"Oh, your grandmother..."

Locke's face was watered again, some into his nose, and he had to cough.

"Please give me another cup of coffee," Feng shouted loudly. After a while, he came in with a rag and coffee. When they went out, Locke had been cleaned up, but his white cloth was still stained with coffee.

"May I ask you a question?" Feng looked at Locke and said.

Locke sneered, "I will give you the most appropriate way to die."

"How do you go to the bathroom? You're tied so tightly. How do you go to the bathroom and take a bath? You won't be tied for so long. Haven't you taken a bath?"

Locke's face sank successfully. He closed his eyes and decided to ignore the woman. If his eyes could kill, he would have died 10000 times.

Feng ChuChu looked at Locke's reaction with satisfaction, and then continued to look at the psychological book in his hand.

Cheng Ziyu on the other side just walked to the underground garage and was attacked from behind with a towel. He should be ready to faint him. But Cheng Ziyu hid, and then a group of people in black uniforms appeared.

"Master Cheng, come with me!" said the leader.

Cheng Ziyu sneered and moved his wrist. These people were not enough in his eyes. At this time, Alan came out.

"It's you!" Cheng Ziyu said with a bad face.

"Don't you have any guilt for Marita?" Allen looked at Cheng Ziyu without expression.

"I've asked Cora, what do you want me to do." Cheng Ziyu clenched his hands into a fist. He knew that Marita was crazy for him, but Marita hurt his favorite delicate sister. If he hadn't found it early, he would have seen the delicate body.

At the same time, he was ashamed of Marita. After all, Marita had loved him for so many years.

Allen strode forward and punched Cheng Ziyu in the face. Cheng Ziyu could hide, but Cheng Ziyu didn't have much. In an instant, blood appeared at the corner of Cheng Ziyu's mouth.

"If there's nothing wrong, I'll go first," Cheng Ziyu said.

"How does my sister like people like you," Alan said.

Cheng Ziyu sneered, "what kind of person are you? You can't beat me, and this is in my territory. Don't try to take me away."

"Marita wants to see you. She's crazy, but she keeps calling your name," Allen said.

"Then you should find a psychiatrist," Cheng Ziyu said.

"The psychiatrist has no way but to give her a tranquilizer. Now she is crying and crying and doesn't eat. She has lost a lot of weight. I beg you, just go and see Marita for the love she has loved you for so many years." Allen prayed in his voice.

After a long time, Cheng Ziyu said in a hoarse voice, "OK."

All the furniture in Marita's room was basically moved out. There was only one bed, and the corners of the bed were wrapped with sponges, because Marita once hit the foot of the bed with her temple. If the maid hadn't found it in time, Marita would have gone to see sol.

"Brother Ziyu, why don't you love me, brother Ziyu," said Marita, sitting on the bed with her head tilted. She was wearing pink pajamas, her application was dull, her original full cheeks were sunken, and the whole person looked very vicissitudes.

Standing outside the door, Abe looked at Marita in the room. His throat tightened. He clenched his teeth and breathed deeply.

"Master, master Allen will be back soon," said a man in a suit.