The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Lindsey tilted her head speechlessly, her crystal watery eyes, looking deeply into his eyes.

Knowing that he was doing this very badly, she still felt flattered.

But when she thought of Hailie, her good mood was instantly ruined. Unlike Aurora, she could not be driven away by applying pressure.

Sullenly averting her eyes, Lindsey picked up her cell phone and swiped through Twitter, then got up and went to the kitchen with little interest.

Bruce, confused by her actions, put down his laptop and went after her, hugging her from behind in disbelief. “Why are you upset again?”

“I hate Hailie, a lot, a lot.” Lindsey pushed him away in annoyance and went straight to the dining room to sit down. “You let me calm down for a minute.”

“Why don’t I take you out for a nice meal?” Bruce lost his temper when he saw that she was still angry about Hailie. “You can eat whatever you want.”

Lindsey cocked her head in thought for a second, and her mood suddenly improved. “I’m going to have donkey meat hot pot.”

“Okay, as you wish, we’ll have donkey hot pot tonight.” Bruce was relieved to see her smile. “Are we leaving now?”

“Mmm.” Lindsey stood up cheerfully, stepped forward and took his arm affectionately and walked out.

Bruce was utterly speechless, considering that her moods were only a little unstable because she was probably pregnant, and instantly became joyful again.

The old donkey hot pot store in the city is located in a hutong in the old city, so the car couldn’t get in, and the two had to get off and walk nearby.

It was getting dark, so Bruce took Lindsey’s hand and walked through the alleyway and found the store without any problems.

The two of them took a look at the environment of the store and found that it was not bad, so they could not help but smile at each other.

After ordering something, Lindsey said she wanted to drink yogurt, Bruce asked the waiter, but there was nothing in the store, so he had to get up and go buy it for her.

Just before he left, some new customers came into the store and sat near Lindsey.

Lindsey didn’t care, and was chatting with Larissa on Twitter.

After a while, there was a rustle in her ears, followed by a few more people sitting around her.

Lindsey put away her phone, her eyebrows knitted slightly. “A few of you are not sitting in the wrong place.”

“Aigoo, this little girl speaks quite politely.” One of the thin monkey-like men spoke up, his tone flirtatious. “I don’t eat with people easily, you’ve made a fortune, girl.”

“Is that so?” Lindsey blinked noncommittally, her bright eyes instantly as deep as an ancient pond, and a teasing smile surfaced at the corners of her lips. “It’s been a long time since I’ve met someone so annoying, too, so it’s a pleasure to meet them.”

“Stinky bitch! What are you talking about!” The skinny monkey man was instantly furious. “You don’t even bother to inquire about whose territory this area is.”

“Territory?” Lindsey pretended not to understand the rhetorical question, and abruptly laughed. “You don’t have to look at the calendar to eat a meal.”

The skinny monkey man raised his eyebrows in triumph, his gaze lingering unrestrainedly on her face. “That’s right, brother is in a good mood today, so this meal is on me.”

Lindsey pursed his lips, seemingly inadvertently waved his arm, and again lowered his head to continue fiddling with his phone.

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Lindsey lifted his eyes and smiled lightly. “I’m in a good mood today, just clean up a little, don’t make people lose their arms and legs.”

The words just fell, Bruce came back with yogurt, saw the guard and people do, so anxiously immediately rushed into the store.

Relieved to see Lindsey still sitting properly, he sat down with unsteady breath. “What’s wrong, I’ve only been gone a while and someone’s bullying you.”

“They said we should look at the yellow calendar before we come out to eat.” Lindsey tilted her head and looked at him with a smirk. “I’m teaching them the proper way to open the yellow calendar.”

“Good teaching.” Bruce narrowed his eyes dangerously and cast an aggressive gaze icily over, smiling as he told the guard, “Teach them more carefully, so they know how to read the yellow calendar.”

The guards didn’t say anything, but their actions became more and more ruthless.

The wailing outside the door, other customers in the store are scared confused, soon someone will recognize Lindsey, immediately take pictures and tweet.

Lindsey was oblivious to this, and saw that the guards had almost finished fighting, and waved her hand again, signaling that they were ready.

Opening her yogurt and taking a sip, she leaned into Bruce with a tilt of her head and asked with a smile, “Did I teach your son a bad lesson.”

“Must not have.” Bruce scratched her nose dotingly, saw that the guards had dispersed and the few people who had been beaten had disappeared, and whirled around to greet the waiter to serve the fire.

Lindsey had a good appetite and couldn’t help but praise after a few bites, “It’s really delicious, but it’s too hard to walk all the way every time.”

“It’s okay, I’ll have them open across the street from us tomorrow.” Bruce smiled and said, “We can eat whenever we want.”

“Good idea.” Lindsey nodded with satisfaction and gave him a generous kiss.

When she finished eating, Bruce embraced her and walked slowly out of the alley, asking her if she had eaten enough.

As we were talking, a dozen or so figures appeared in front of us, each seemingly holding a weapon.

Lindsey gave an exaggerated shout and hid behind Bruce with a smile. “Brother Bruce, I’m afraid …”

“Good boy, don’t be afraid, there is me.” Bruce patted her cooperatively and asked again, “Do you think it’s better to remove the arms first, or the thighs first.”

“I think the arm is better, so you can still grab the weapon.” Lindsey answered in a serious manner. “They’re basically going to cry without their weapons.”

Bruce clearly disagreed with her proposal. “Crying is more noise, I think it’s better to unload the legs, just like unloading crabs, one tug and they come off.”

Lindsey thought about it and laughed, “Okay then, just unload the legs and do a nice job.”

The conversation, as if no one was watching, hovered clearly in the alley. The skinny monkey man, who had gathered help, was so angry that he couldn’t help but curse, “Whose legs are you going to remove, I want to see if you have the ability to do so.”

Bruce shrugged helplessly at his words and walked towards them with a breezy stride.

Lindsey was not worried at all, but also interested in taking out his cell phone to take pictures, silver bell-like laughter in the slightly dim alley sounded particularly frightening.

Bruce walked to stand about three meters away from each other, the ghostly guards suddenly flashed out from the shadows and pounced on them in a murderous manner.

Lindsey watched for a while, found that there is nothing to see, and put away the phone with little interest.

Bruce smiled and retreated to her side, saw her face unhappy, casually proposed: “Want to go watch another scene.”

Lindsey tilted her head, her bright, clear eyes glowing with excitement as she looked at him.

Bruce made her heart melt looking at her, and his arm reached out to easily take her into his arms. “Just looking, you can’t fight.”

“Mmm.” Lindsey responded, smiling away poutingly. “I won’t lead your son astray.”

Bruce doted and leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek, and when he saw that the guards had finished cleaning up the trash, he embraced her out of the alley, got in the car and set off for downtown.

It was just 9:00 at night, and the neon lights illuminated the surrounding buildings in a beautiful array of colors.

Lindsey huddled in Bruce’s arms, surfed the Internet on her phone for a while, and asked him in a bored voice how much longer she had to wait.

“Soon.” Bruce raised his hand to look at the atomic watch on his wrist just as a call came in on his cell phone, he glanced at the number and whirled around to lift his hand to push open the car door. “It’s starting, we can get there before it’s too late.”

Lindsey happily put away her phone and got out of the car with him, heading in the direction of the bar with brisk footsteps.

The road was full of couples embracing each other and trendy men and women in various outfits, and Lindsey was wondering what was so exciting about this kind of place when Bruce led her into a side alley.

After walking forward about 50 meters, Bruce gently made a silent gesture and pulled her into the shadows to stand.

Lindsey is small, standing behind him can not see anything, can only vaguely hear the sound of wailing from a short distance.

To get a better look, she instinctively dragged Bruce behind her and poked her head out to see.

“Our cousin is a good fighter, and he hasn’t lost against four.” Bruce stretched out his arm and held her from behind, his gaze falling on the group fighting not far away, a light chuckle escaping his lips.

Surprisingly Burton, that hilarious what else to see. Lindsey also smiled, narrowed her eyes and swept the surrounding terrain, pulled Bruce out of the shadows and found a place to stay where it was easier to watch the show.

Bruce still has her unfinished yogurt in his hand, handing it to her as he watches. “Don’t just watch the fun, my son needs a boost of nutrition.”

Lindsey took a sip and suddenly suggested, “Want to make a bet?”

“Bet on what?” Bruce lowered his head slightly, his gaze burning into her delicate red lips, his thin lips rippling with a dazzling smile. “No cheating when you lose a bet.”

Lindsey’s cheeks flushed a faint blush on either side and she stammered, “Why can’t you cheat?”

“Because …” Bruce’s low, magnetic voice sounded slowly, and the next moment he kissed her tenderly on the lips.

Lindsey dizzily responded to his deep kiss, hands unconsciously hugging his waist without a trace of fat, body gradually became soft.

Suddenly, Burton, who was surrounded by people in the center not far away, screamed and began to run in their direction in disarray.

Bruce moved his lips away with intent, wrapped his hands around Lindsey’s soft waist, his well-defined jaw on her shoulder, and laughed: “Didn’t kiss enough …”

“Rascal …” Lindsey gave him a light whack and turned her head to look at Burton.

He ran out of not two steps and was chased back, all kinds of fists and kicks, the scene is not too bad.

The brothers who came with him to the bar, just watching from afar, no one has to help the intention, no one called the police.

Lindsey watched for a while, saw him lying on the ground basically can not get up, so dragged Bruce back to go.