The President’s Five Children

Being reminded by Yembi, Bruno didn’t dare to move anymore.

He always kept in mind that he was now covering for Anna.

However …

Looking at the woman in front of him who was almost pressed together with himself and had reached out to touch his chest, Bruno couldn’t help the corner of his mouth twitching, “Even if it’s meant to be intimate, it’s not this intimate!”

Luckily it was in the living room.

If it was in the bedroom, wouldn’t it have been eaten up by Yembi?Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“What kind of person do you think I am,” Yembi bristled and patted Bruno’s chest again, “I’m just putting things away.”

Stuff?

Bruno looked down, and sure enough, he realized his chest pocket had bulged a bit.

He wanted to take it out and read it now, but Yembi stopped him, “Don’t read it now, wait until no one’s around, it’s a love letter.”

Bruno: “…”

“Mr. Bruno, you and Miss Ebot are so romantic, you actually play the love letter thing.” The maid came out of nowhere with an envious look on her face.

Yembi immediately straightened her spine, “Of course, I really like the epistolary way, I think it’s very warm, so I’m going to learn how to write love letters to express my love.”

Hearing this, the maid boasted even more vigorously.

Bruno originally still had a few objections in his heart about the love letter, but hearing Yembi say that, he suddenly became a bit upset.

It’s just an act, why make it like this?

Even the love letter was involved.

He rubbed his feet, “There’s still a bit of work, I’ll go take care of it.”

“You go and get busy, I’ll watch TV.” Yembi found herself something to do without him even arranging it.

Bruno was all the way around the corner to the second floor, looking down and realizing Yembi hated the idea of sticking her whole body into the TV, the door slammed shut with a jarring thud as she entered the den.

Startled, Yembi looks up in shock.

Looking to the maid lamenting, “This must be good wood or it would have probably shattered by the time he dropped it like that.”

“Mr. Bruno is not usually like this,” the maid explained, “He has a very good personality, he is gentle with everyone, today it might have been brought on by the wind!”

Out of the corner of her eye, Yembi glanced at the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room.

There was not a single breeze outside the window, as if time had been stood still.

So the door wasn’t blown by the wind at all.

Probably not happy with her as a contract girlfriend, that’s why she took it out on the door.

Poor door door, work it hard!

Soon after, Mrs. Newman returned.

Learning from the maid that Yembi had even learned to write love letters to Bruno, she was overjoyed.

“Tonight, we only prepared some ordinary seafood, oops, it’s really a loss for Yembi, wait for tomorrow, I’ll ask someone to buy king crab back!” Mrs. Newman said.

Yembi immediately went up to stop, “No Auntie, you’re old, if you eat seafood for two days in a row, it’s easy to get gout, we’ll have more time in the future, king crab or something, take your time.”

“It’s better to be a girl, you know how to feel sorry for people.” Mrs. Newman was more satisfied, “Okay, then I will listen to you, in the future, if there is anything I need to pay attention to, you can just talk to me directly, as long as you say it, I will listen.”

“Mom,” Anna shook her head helplessly and walked up, “The doctor said the same thing to you before and you didn’t listen to a word of it, but when it comes to Yembi, you’re just too fickle, aren’t you!”

“It’s not the same,” Mrs. Newman waved her hand, “that doctor’s talk annoys me, the more he says something won’t work, the more I want to try it, but the same thing comes out of Yembi’s mouth, and I especially believe it.”