The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Bruce put his hand on the back of her hand and patted it down, smiling soberly, “It won’t be today anyway.”

Lindsey doesn’t deny it, it doesn’t really make a difference if it’s a day early or a day late. As long as Bruce does not recover, those people will feel that he is a soft persimmon, how to squeeze.

Even if it doesn’t hurt, it can still successfully disgust him. It is very common to promote the high and step on the low in any circle, let alone the B city rich children circle.

The distracted kung fu, Harvey’s shouting again: “Bruce, at least old classmates a, so put on a show is not too disgraceful.”

Bruce turned a deaf ear, and Lindsey ignored it, pushing his wheelchair into the long corridor on the left.

“It’s just an invalid, you can’t even stand up.” Ben’s snicker came over, his words full of disdain: “He’ll be a eunuch for the rest of his life.”

Bruce abruptly clenched his fist, his handsome face twisted and hideous.

Lindsey didn’t want to make a scene, but Ben’s words were just too hard to hear. As long as it is a man, no one can stand this kind of outright personal attack. She paused and didn’t wait to turn around before hearing Bruce whisper, “Let him laugh, he’s just a grasshopper in the fall, he won’t last a few days.”

“Okay, I’ll listen to you this time.” Lindsey patted him unconsciously and continued on her way.

Bruce closed his eyes, his handsome face tinged with a frightening chill.

The previous attack on Lindsey in the scenic area, he looked at The Heard familyOld Mr. Grant’s face, put up with it. I didn’t expect Ben to change his nature after he left the prison, so don’t blame him for not being polite!

When he entered the small courtyard that Charlotte had left behind, Bruce saw Lindsey’s face still stinking and was both touched and distressed: “It’s just a dog barking, don’t take it personally.”

“Pissed off.” Lindsey frowned and sat down beside him, involuntarily holding his hand: “I know you’re angry too.”

Bruce was dumbfounded, his ink-like eyes looked like grapes soaked in water, and his gaze burned into her, “Lindsey, do you want to get angry or not.”

“No.” Lindsey refused dryly: “I don’t want you to do something illegal because you’re angry.”

Bruce stalled for a moment, and then smiled away.

As he spoke, the soup base and the small dishes ordered were brought up. The waiter was instructed to move the table to the pavilion in the courtyard, and the two of them went over and sat down, eating without distractions.

Not far from each other in the small courtyard, Ben played with the lighter in his hand, lazy posture in the chair, looking up at the sky.

The fact that Kevin was planted is no longer a secret now. He was curious, according to Phoebe, Lindsey is just a poor child without a father and mother, how can have the power to command the special police detachment in Cloud Mountain province.

You know, this happened after Charlotte returned from Cloud Mountain. With Bruce’s status now, it is difficult to find someone to receive him in places other than L city, not to mention the SWAT team.

The Grant family has always liked to take a high profile and act in a low profile, Old Mr. Grant especially does not like to oppress people with power. charlotte back in the day, business, but not a lot of suffering, how to Bruce, and is a special police and bodyguard bureau bodyguard.

“You look upset.” Harvey finished his phone call in the compartment, smiled and walked to sit beside him.

Ben withdrew his eyes, glanced at him disdainfully, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, lit it and took a deep puff, exhaled a large cloud of greenish-white smoke, and didn’t say anything.

Thrown to the mountains for more than two months, every day is very tired, change who can be happy.

“I asked around, Bruce’s injury seems to have no hope of recovery, so it’s only to return to B City in the dust.” Harvey also took a cigarette and lit it up, taking a nice, hard drag: “Maybe we can work together.”

Ben raised his eyebrows, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and he peered at him with indiscernible joy and anger: “Cooperation?”

“Yes, cooperation.” Harvey curled his thin lips with confidence, “My aim is Lindsey.”

“What, you don’t feel like getting your teeth knocked out by her.” Ben gave him a blank look, snapped his fingers and greeted the waiter with food.

The corners of Harvey’s mouth twitched and he exhaled a mouthful of thick smoke: “It seems you’ve lost more incisors.”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Ben clenched his fist, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged. Since when does a person dare to mock him, not to mention the issue of cooperation, single Harvey this tone makes him extremely unhappy.

Harvey is also a human being, realized that he was a bit complacent, his tone changed abruptly: “If you want to get out of this, I am willing to help you.”

Ben looked at him with a noncommittal glance, his clenched fist slightly loosened. The cost of offending The Grant family can be large or small, and he didn’t want to get into trouble until he had a good plan.

Harvey saw that he did not say anything, and poured two glasses of wine as usual, smiling, and picked them up.

Ben was annoyed, but he did not want to disrespect him, so he took the glass and drank it dry.

Bruce threw an eye breeze, held Lindsey’s hand, and continued to walk.

Ben did not want to get out of the way, but considering Lindsey’s fearsome aggression, he held back his anger and reached out to tug Harvey backwards.

Lindsey noticed their movements and faces, and felt funny and amused, and then felt pain for Bruce.

Whether it was wrong or not, in Burton’s eyes, he was always in the way. Even if he’s just a wreck now, as long as he’s still alive, there will be endless attacks that keep popping up.

Back in the car, Lindsey fastened her seatbelt and gently held his hand to comfort him, “Grandpa said his method will all work in six months at the latest, and when the Chinese medicine expert Old Mr. Grant hired arrives tomorrow, I believe the remedy will be improved to make you recover even faster.”

“I’m not sorry.” Bruce rubbed the back of her hand and smiled, “Having died once, what’s this humiliation.”

“I miss Grandpa so much …,” Lindsey said, her voice muffled as she tilted her head to rest on his shoulder, “but I didn’t learn his medical skills.”

Bruce hesitated, reaching out to circle her shoulders. “Old Mr. Heard won’t blame you.”

Lindsey sniffled and closed her eyes wearily.

Countless times she had woken up in the middle of the night, always wishing it wasn’t true, but Grandpa was really gone and would never come back …

Bruce couldn’t bear to see her sad for a moment, so he suggested, “There’s a playground nearby, would you like to go play?”

Lindsey is not interested, still closed his eyes and did not say anything.

Bruce silent, light smile open: “playground has shooting balloons for toys, we can bet a bet.”

Lindsey came to be interested, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up straight: “What do you want to bet?”

The smile under Bruce’s eyes deepened a little, and his rough fingertips fell on her soft lips, rubbing them carefully, but not saying anything.

Lindsey trembled lightly, her cheeks couldn’t help but blush a little, and couldn’t help but ask again, “Tell me, or I won’t go.”

Bruce’s side eyes swept the driver’s straight back, suddenly leaned over and whispered ambiguously against her ear: “Be my girlfriend if you lose.”