Husband, Please Stop Flirting

Abby nodded, closed the door and went out in silence. After getting in the car, he took out his cell phone.

"Has the psychiatrist been found yet?"

"I don't listen to those excuses. If you give me some more tranquilizers, I'll throw you into a mental hospital."

With that, Abby hung up the phone. Just after Abby's car left the villa, Alan came back.

After getting out of the car, Cheng Ziyu pursed his lips and went upstairs. The door was locked. Allen just wanted the servant to open the door, but Cheng Ziyu suddenly opened the door.

Alan asked the trembling maid with a bad face, "did Abby come just now?"

The maid said cautiously, "here we are."

"Leave the key, you can roll." Allen's expressionless persuasion, Cheng Ziyu has walked in.

"Young master..."

"Get out!"

"Housekeeper, if this happens again, you can go," Allen said to the housekeeper behind him.

The housekeeper nodded and said yes.

When Marita saw someone enter her room, she quickly grabbed the quilt, hid at the foot of the bed and shouted, "who are you and what are you doing? Don't come here."

With that, Marita threw a pillow at Cheng Ziyu. Cheng Ziyu felt a sudden pain when he saw Marita like this. This pain was the pain Cheng Ziyu had never had before, with guilt.

"I'm Cheng Ziyu," Cheng Ziyu said.

Marita looked at him in horror. Her face was full of fear. "You're not brother Ziyu, you're not. Don't come over."

Then Marita clasped her arm with her fingernails. "My brother Ziyu doesn't love me anymore. No, my brother Ziyu didn't like me at all."

Cheng Ziyu found that Marita's arm was bleeding. He hurried forward to stop Marita. Unexpectedly, as soon as he got the money, Marita screamed loudly, with a very harsh voice.

Cheng Ziyu forcibly grabbed Marita's hand. Marita frantically patted Cheng Ziyu's hand and shouted, "help, help, brother Ziyu, help me! Brother Ziyu, help me! Ah, help."

Cheng Ziyu looked at Marita's scarred arm and his eyes were red. Marita's nails had been cut to the shortest and wrapped in gauze, but Marita bit open the gauze.

"Brother Ziyu is here, Marita is good, Marita is good." Cheng Ziyu coaxed him.

Marita is still struggling, crying for her brother Ziyu.

When he woke up in the morning, Feng ChuChu stretched a big stretch and came to live in the Walsen family, but Feng ChuChu didn't treat himself badly. He told nano Ao what he wanted.

"By the way, Miss nano Ao, for lunch, please prepare Chinese food for me. It doesn't need to be too complicated. One soup bag and one spinach ball soup..."

"Miss Cora, I have to remind you that you don't have much time. There's only one week left," said nano.

Feng ChuChu waved his hand. "I see. By the way, I don't eat coriander. Remember not to eat coriander. I want three fresh fillings for filling soup bags."

"OK," said nano and went out.

"You're welcome," Locke said.

"People, if you're not nice to yourself, you still expect someone to be nice to you," Feng ChuChu said with a smile.

Locke silently pinned his head to one side. In the room, he pressed the TV according to the requirements of the wind, and put some inspirational soul chicken soup all day.

"Have you ever eaten Chinese food?" Feng asked clearly.

"No."

"That's a pity. Chinese food is very delicious." Feng ChuChu said with regret.

Locke snorted coldly, ignoring the clear wind, and a hundred clear ways of death flashed in his mind.

Feng ChuChu turns off the TV with the remote control. Locke looks at Feng ChuChu in surprise.

"Miss nano Ao is right. I have to speed up the process. You know, I've been here for a week. Fat is the biggest natural enemy of women. For the sake of my figure, I must finish the task early," Feng said solemnly.

Suddenly she seemed to think of something and turned on the TV again, but this time it was not the chicken soup for the soul, but a very warm family film with no plot.

"You see, their brothers are very happy, especially the younger brother, who has been spoiled by his parents since childhood." Feng ChuChu said eating popcorn.

Locke closed his eyes and pretended not to hear.

"Well, you can see that my brother broke the vase. My mother blamed my brother for not looking after my brother. My brother really thought he didn't look after my brother."

"Woman, shut up," said Locke, gnashing his teeth.

"My brother's childhood was really happy." friendship and love can not touch Locke's heart, but family affection is Locke's psychological pain.

"However, if you don't watch the movie with your eyes closed, I have to explain it to you," Feng said helplessly.

Locke opened his eyes expressionless. The film has been half-way through. There are still no major events. They are all small things, but they have a sense of substitution.

This is the excellence of the director. It is not like a film, but more like a documentary. The appearance of the actors is not so outstanding, that is, the appearance of ordinary people, but the picture in the director's lens is very beautiful.

Locke wanted to smash the TV, but he couldn't move. "Your grandmother should be very beautiful when she was young, but in the end, it was that way of death."

Feng ChuChu's expression suddenly sank. "I advise you to watch a movie."

"I remember I detonated the factory and buried a bomb. It's estimated that you shouldn't be able to take your grandmother's body away at that time. Oh, it must have been bombed..."

Before Locke finished his words, there was a windy circle on his face, and the sound of the door handle twisting sounded at the door.

"Don't come in!" the wind said loudly.

The man at the door hesitated and didn't come in after all.

"Are you very proud?" Locke said with a smile. The blow was very light, and Locke's face swelled up.

"You can scold the Watson family at will. Do you want to annoy me and stimulate Jarvis? That's impossible."

"I'm not proud. If I can, I don't want to stay here all day. If I don't stay with your body, I don't want to stay with you alive all day," Feng said clearly.

"If you kill me, you can take revenge. Can you say that your grandmother's life is not worth a small Phoenix family? Money and status are more important than your grandmother. You are indeed a cold-blooded person."

The blade of Feng ChuChu's right hand pressed against Locke's neck. "If you say one more word, I'll kill you."

Locke sneered, "then you kill, kill!"

The windy blade cut the skin on Locke's neck, and Locke's smile became stronger and stronger. "You dare not, your grandmother finally died for you, and you dare not even avenge him."