The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Bruce looked at her speechlessly, mouth a mouth, and ate the one in his own hand as well.

All the way to eat and walk, less than halfway through the shopping, Lindsey ate up. The old man’s residence is located in a nearby hutong, so the two of them discussed and decided to visit.

There were many people in the residence, from tourists who came to visit, to groups of school children who came to visit.

Lindsey found a shady place to sit down, smiling at the few young men who had just entered the door.

These people are very strange, came, and also with a guy in hand – each with a large folder on his back.

Although they were all yellow-skinned and dark-haired, she could tell at a glance that these men were not from H.

“Guess if those are from L, or N?” Lindsey tugged down Bruce’s sleeve and nudged at the men. “Coming to visit and carrying a drawing folder, I wonder if they are preparing to show off their skills live.”

“Looks like L to me.” Bruce followed her line of sight and laughed, “Everyone’s jawbone line is smooth.”

Lindsey was dumbfounded. “Toxic gaze, you.”

“It’s okay.” Bruce smiled modestly away, but his eyes remained on the men until they left for another tour.

The two rested for a while and got up to leave when they suddenly heard a gush of admiring exclaims from the other side of the corridor.

Lindsey was curious and couldn’t help but pull Bruce over to see what all the fuss was about.

The people in the center of the circle were the same young men they had seen before. They were all squatting on the ground, holding medium-sized soft brushes in their hands, writing and drawing on paper.

Lindsey squeezed in and took a look, her eyebrows knitted slightly.

These people, the painting is the old man of white stone is good at insects and fish, and each drawing is different.

I don’t know which school organized a visit to the children, eyes shining at these people’s stance, have applauded.

Lindsey was noncommittal, slowly squatting down and paying attention to the details of each person’s brush movements.

Bruce was worried about her, so he squeezed in too, watching with her while his mouth was still agape. “Two years of learning brush writing and you think you’re a master, you don’t know how high you can go.”

“The universe is all people’s, you can bite them to go ah.” Lindsey laughed and pulled him up. “Don’t look, all the skills are here, these paintings copied not a hundred times or eighty times, but also to bluff the children.”

“This lady, what did you just say.” One of the young men raised his head and said in raw H, “Please apologize.”

Lindsey raised an eyebrow and looked at him with a leathery smile. “So you guys understand, since you do, do you know that we have a saying in H, which is called playing with a big knife in front of Guan Gong.”

The words landed, Bruce also followed the accent: “What a big mouth, how dare you ask my wife to apologize!”

The surrounding huffing and puffing sound, is painting several young people heard all stop action, the leader of the face of the iron blue.

Bruce lightly swept a circle, gaze spoiled look at Lindsey, said: “With their learning, probably can not even distinguish the type of brush, how can they know this proverb.”

“Sorry, this saying is original to our country and has nothing to do with your country H.” The young man stood up with a “scuffle”. “And our level is really not worse than your masters.”

Lindsey smiled coldly and turned her head to look at Bruce.

Bruce’s hand on her shoulder sank and he shook his head gently.

Even a great man like Professor Lee wouldn’t dare to say he was on par with Old Man Whitehead, and these kids were at best ink researchers.

Lindsey’s face did not look good, looked around, despite Bruce’s objection, spoke again: “In that case, how about we have a competition on the spot.”

The young man raised his chin arrogantly, his face showing disdain. “Let’s compete, our country popularized this knowledge when we were very young.”

The provocative words made the surrounding crowd watching a little angry, and everyone was talking about it.

Lindsey instead calmed down at this point and slowly opened up the conditions. “If I win, what are you going to do.”

“You won’t win.” The young man had a certain look on his face. “The so-called famous teachers in your country are actually all in vain.”

Lindsey hooked his lips and reached out to take the medium-sized soft ho away from his hand, his gaze not angry but powerful. “I’m asking you how you should be when I win, not how the famous teachers in our country are.”Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The onlookers instantly roared with laughter, Bruce also laughed, adding in passing, “Humans with cosmic brains, translated you understand.”

The young man was confused and looked at Bruce with some uncertainty. “This gentleman, please make your words clear.”

“The translation is …” Bruce had an evil smile on his face. “Brain dead! ”

“Hahahaha …” The surrounding ones laughed again, pointing at the youths from time to time.

Lindsey waited for everyone to laugh almost, once again reached out and took a blank piece of drawing paper, followed by getting up to pick a dead leaf and pressed it onto the paper to improvise.

In a few moments, an ink painting with a combination of reality and imagination leapt onto the paper.

Putting away the brush, Lindsey looked sideways at the young man and made a polite gesture of invitation. “It’s your turn.”

“This is not how ink painting is done …,” the young man stammered, and spoke out nervously. “You’re showing off your skills.”

“Sir, I hate people like you who think they’re so self-righteous.” Lindsey furrowed her eyebrows, and her tone was cold. “I’m just showing off my skills, don’t you claim that your country, when you were very young, popularized a skill, you can show it off too.”

“…” the male youth lowered his head and silently greeted his companions to fall away.

The onlookers have applauded and looked at Lindsey with appreciation.

Bruce was proud of himself, smiling, and went over to embrace Lindsey, giving her a tall thumbs up.

Lindsey gave him a pouting look, turned around and arched her hand at the crowd of onlookers, turned around and walked out.

“No more tours?” Bruce laughed again, his low voice as elegant and gentle as a cello. “I didn’t know that you had developed such a skill over the years.”

Lindsey raised her eyes slightly, looking into the distance. “When I was studying for my exams, my grandfather told me that art has infinite charm, ‘I know it’s not snow from afar, it’s the dark fragrance that comes.’ And I hope I can become a purveyor of traditional culture, after going round and round, I am glad I did not disappoint him.”

Bruce’s heart moved, his face doting without the slightest hint of disguise. “You’ve done a great job, my son and I are proud of you.”

“Don’t flatter me, I didn’t really do enough.” Lindsey withdrew her eyes and shook her head with a bitter smile. “Hui Ai is now functioning properly, and my next plan is to expose all the children in remote mountainous areas to our traditional aesthetics.”

Bruce gently patted her on the shoulder, silently supporting her decision.

After leaving the old man’s residence, the two of them went back to Guxiang to continue their wanderings, and Lindsey couldn’t resist buying something delicious until her stomach was too full.

The two of them went back to Guxiang to continue their stroll.

The autumn afternoon sun, warm and intoxicating, Lindsey looked at the Bruce beside him could not help but curl his lips.

It is rare to enjoy such a quiet moment, Bruce’s mood is also very relaxed, smiling and reminiscing with her about her childhood.

Lindsey’s childhood was a good one, either following her grandfather to the mountains to collect medicine, or fighting with Adem, and occasionally with Adem, bullying the other children in town.

After chatting for a while, Lindsey, on a whim, called the waiter for a pen and paper and told Bruce to sit still.

“Want to draw my portrait.” Bruce looked at her with one hand on his jaw, smiling. “Don’t draw too ugly.”

“Don’t worry, you’re already ugly, I don’t draw like that.” Lindsey didn’t give any face, and the pencil in her hand didn’t pause for a moment. “And you’re ugly in a very distinctive way.”

Bruce knew he couldn’t beat her in a battle of words, so he just kept his mouth shut and looked at her with affection.

Lindsey’s sketch was not too good, but Bruce’s features and expressions were still well captured.

When she finished, she put the brush down, held up his portrait, and said with a smile, “Please pay, sir.”

“How much?” Bruce looked at himself under her brush, and a heart instantly softened into water. “Just say it and I’ll pay immediately.”

Lindsey smiled again, slowly raised her left hand and opened her five fingers.

“Five dollars? That’s too cheap.” Bruce teased her with a smile. “I can give you fifty.”

“Five hundred million.” Lindsey feigned an angry glare at him. “It has to be cash.”

“Okay, cash is cash.” Bruce couldn’t act it out and just laughed. “Honey, you’re extorting money.”

Lindsey raised an eyebrow in triumph. “Yeah, I’m blackmailing, I’ll switch right away if you don’t want to.”

“Yes, a thousand and one.” Bruce grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss. “Willing in this life, next life, and the next.”

“Slick …” Lindsey drew her hand back and lazily propped her chin up to look at him. “I seem to be craving food again.”

Bruce sweated and twisted his head to look around. “What do you want to eat, we’ll go now.”

Lindsey smiled, raised her hand to her watch, and pulled him back.

It was after noon when he arrived home. Lindsey was still in good spirits and dragged Bruce straight to the kitchen, pointing to the pumpkin in the fridge and saying, “We’ll have pumpkin pie, you made it yourself.”

Bruce looked at her with a headache and nodded in resignation. “You can go ahead and take a break, I’ll call you as soon as it’s ready.”

Lindsey winked at him and smiled as she exited, humming a song out of tune all the way, in a very happy mood.

When she came to the living room and opened her laptop to watch the news, she remembered that the bills for the event had not yet been processed, so she closed the web page and opened the report sent by management.

After working for about half an hour like this, Larissa suddenly called, and as soon as she got through, she said, “Dear, let me tell you something, you must be calm.”