The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Bruce does not like to eat fish, no matter what kind of fish. But at some point in the bowl, there was a lot more fish, and the bones and spines were picked clean.

Remembering Lindsey’s question just now, he looked at Carl and Cary beside him without moving a muscle, and saw that they were actually avoiding his eyes intentionally.

The hand holding the chopsticks stiffened, but finally hesitantly picked up the fish in the bowl and put it into his mouth with no emotion on the surface, but a complex and strange emotion slipped through his heart because of Lindsey’s action.

Carl and Cary saw the situation, coincidentally look a pause, and again silently lowered their heads to continue eating.

Bruce’s habit of not eating fish, is Old Mr. Grant can not control, Lindsey did not do anything, really can not figure out how he willingly ate. The two men were eating and looking at Lindsey, full of confusion.

Lindsey felt the eyes of the two, but did not take it seriously.

It was 9 o’clock at night when she returned to the Gu residence after eating. Lindsey took a shower and lay bored on the bed to call Fiona. The two of them have to talk on the phone once a day, as Warren requested, and Lindsey is afraid of him, but her heart is warm.

“Lindsey, your brother wants to bring grandpa to L city after a while,” Fiona sighed at the other end of the phone, “grandpa did not agree, your brother means, can you help persuade.”

“No. Grandpa has lived in Cloud Mountain all his life and doesn’t like to stay in the city, so it’s useless to talk to anyone.” Lindsey subconsciously shook her head: “When my brother comes back from his mission, you can tell him that there is no need to ask about this.”

Fiona paused and said helplessly, “No matter, you grew up with grandfather, you also say so I am relieved.”

“What’s not to worry about.” Lindsey lost his smile: “He wants to see grandpa I know, I have the opportunity to go back to stay with grandpa, so none of you have to worry.”

“You’re going back?” Fiona was surprised, and her tone became tense: “Will The Grant family let people go.”

Lindsey froze for a moment and couldn’t help but smile. “Of course they will, but not right away, probably in a few months, grandpa is old, I’m not too sure about him.”

Fiona was silent and talked to her for a long time before hanging up the phone.

Lindsey took the phone and rolled back and forth on the bed a few times to sleep with confidence.

Lindsey got up before dawn in the morning and went to the courtyard to practice her kung fu.

Yesterday, she talked to Bruce about shopping, but there was nothing she really wanted to buy, she just didn’t want to stay in the mansion. When I lived in the town with my grandfather as a child, I was used to being free, so I became more and more uncomfortable with the place, and I had to check my identity every time I entered the door.

After practicing for about an hour, the sky was also fully lit.

Lindsey moved her legs and feet and practiced her family’s boxing style. She was so absorbed in the fight that she was unaware of the pair of eyes behind the beautifully carved wooden window, always watching her.

The morning fog curls up, wearing a white sportswear, her whole body shrouded in white fog, a move as beautiful as a genie in the dance.

Bruce looked at her, dark and deep eyes unconsciously more than a touch, even he did not notice the tenderness.

The two are one outside and one inside, not bothering each other and no need to communicate, flowing around the breath, but the extraordinary peace.

Of course, it would be better if Carl could be a little smarter and not provoke Lindsey.

Bruce control wheelchair left the study when the outside has fought.

Lindsey knew that Carl was defiant, and was particularly defiant. For no other reason than that she had been punched in the L city. Lindsey really didn’t apologize afterwards, because there was no need to, and it wasn’t herself who spoke up and told him to stop.

But she really didn’t have a good feeling about careful men, and if it wasn’t for the fact that he was Bruce’s bodyguard, Lindsey would have really wanted to kill him.

“Carl stop it!” Cary on the side of the anxious, Lindsey’s ability, afraid that they combined can not beat. Even if they win, it will be a physical victory.

Carl did not seem to hear Cary’s words, and his moves became more and more ruthless.

In all the years he had been with Bruce, he had never suffered defeat at the hands of others, but only when he met Lindsey.

Lindsey was keenly aware of his change, fixed his mind, suddenly increased the force, grabbed his wrist, brought forward, followed by back again, twisted violently to his back, dangerously narrowed his eyes. “Convince or not?”

Carl’s painful cold sweat came down, his heart was horrified to the extreme.

Not that I’ve never seen Lindsey do it before, but I never took it to heart, thinking it was just some folk’s casual fitness kung fu, but I didn’t expect there to be a great deal of variation in the moves.

“I’m convinced.” Carl’s temper is straightforward, and he has nothing to complain about when his skills are not as good as others.

Lindsey smiled and let go of the hand, after seeing Bruce also came, immediately naughty eyebrows. “Bruce.”

Bruce furrows his eyebrows, glances at Carl with mixed feelings, and nods. “Morning.”

“No fun …,” Lindsey shrugged, and grinned again, coming over to Cary and teasing him on purpose. “I’ll make a note of this favor for today and return it to you later.”

The corners of Cary’s mouth twitched and he quickly walked towards Carl.

Lindsey bristled and walked behind Bruce with his hands behind his back, slowly and methodically pushing him back.

His treatment was going to be before breakfast, and with the attending doctor and nurse coming over, he had time to watch himself compete with Carl, and I don’t know what to think.

Entering the treatment room, Lindsey let go of the wheelchair and leaned on the door with her arms over her chest, looking thoughtfully at Bruce’s primary care doctor.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

He is a famous neurologist in the industry, both Chinese and Western medicine, many people want to enter his discipline, but because the threshold is too high and sigh. I didn’t expect him to be willing to be here, to see Bruce alone.

“And this is?” Dr. Hunter had seen Lindsey, but did not communicate with her. At this moment, seeing her standing there motionless, seemingly still thinking about things, he was a bit displeased at the moment.

“Hello Professor Hunter, am I getting in your way?” Lindsey smiled faintly and introduced herself without being condescending.

When Dr. Hunter heard that she was also a medical student, his face eased a bit and he lifted his finger to point at Bruce who was already being carried to the bed. “No harm done, if you are free, come and help me.”

Lindsey wanted to say sorry, coldly saw Dr. Hunter’s assistant, had already stripped Bruce’s pants down, and was immediately happy.