The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

The two of them walked out of the hotel in close proximity, and Lindsey looked back and saw Tina standing outside the door like a wooden stake. Retracting her eyes, she pinched Bruce’s shoulder and said with a teasing smile, “I can’t believe you’re so popular.”

Bruce was embarrassed, his handsome face flushed a little dark red, and retorted in a small voice, “I don’t like her.”

“You’ll get what’s coming to you for lying.” Lindsey scoffed, couldn’t help but pinch him again, deliberately said: “Who you like is your freedom, just don’t like me.”

“I’m just trying to take care of you!” Bruce got anxious and immediately stopped his wheelchair, looking at her with obscure eyes, “You don’t have a psychological burden.”

Lindsey tilted her head in contemplation, and when she saw a stranger approaching nearby, she suddenly leaned down and said with a smile in Bruce’s ear, “There’s a fish on the hook.”

Bruce simply ignored, still persistently asked, “Can I?”

“Come on.” Lindsey laughed, raised her hand and pressed the glide button, pushing him into a mad dash.

The evening breeze blew with a slight chill as the two ran quickly down the sidewalk for a while, panting and stopping to look at each other and laugh.

“Lindsey, promise me.” Bruce continued his undying plea, “Let me take care of you.”

Lindsey stopped laughing and didn’t answer his question, but stood up straight with a wary look on her face, and said in a clear, cold voice, “After following for so long, if we don’t do it again, we’ll go back to sleep.”

Bruce heart depressed, heard the words of the answer: “But a few soft-legged shrimp, might as well go back to sleep comfortably.”

As he was saying, about 7-8 people quickly gathered around, aiming to pounce on Bruce’s body in unison.

Lindsey saw the situation, can not help but make fun of: “I said before that you have a lot of flowers, is really true.”

Bruce listened to the heart more fire, also shot a lot more severe. The men who were attacking him saw that he was in a wheelchair and was not defeated, so they got Lindsey’s idea and split up to surround her.

Lindsey guessed what these people were thinking, while pretending to be scared and screaming, while circling around the wheelchair. Almost no one who got close to her ended up in a good way.

In less than a minute, the ground has fallen several, the rest all with the ghost, have stopped and run away.

Bruce seized the opportunity, pressed the acceleration button of the wheelchair, caught up with the leader of the one, and did not hesitate to break his arm.

Wailing, Lindsey generously applauded, followed by the police and people protecting Bruce in ambush, have shown up, three times to arrest all the people.

“You are not righteous!” Seeing the scene under control, Lindsey paced to Bruce’s side, lowered her voice and scolded, “Didn’t we agree not to let people break their arms and legs.”

“I’ll just try and see if I can get his arm to twist into an outward eight shape like Kevin’s.” Bruce laughed loudly, “But the strength to make a big …”

Lindsey simply want to vomit blood, before how did not find Bruce poisonous. No, he seems to have learned all his tricks from her, which is too harmful.

Bruce took Lindsey’s hand in a happy mood because he had cleaned up the punk, and gestured for her to put her ear to the ground.

“What for.” Lindsey didn’t doubt it and dutifully put her head over.

Bruce cunningly hooked his thin lips and said in a calm manner, “Come on, let’s go and meet Mr. Qi.”

Lindsey was flabbergasted and automatically made up for Kevin’s outward and loopy legs, nodding like a chicken eating rice.

Tankard, who was with the police, was not too far away and saw Bruce’s movements clearly, his brow furrowed subconsciously.

Lindsey is really not like Bruce, or simply do not perceive the other side of the mind?

Perhaps sensing Tankard’s gaze, Bruce shuddered for no apparent reason and greeted Lange as he got into the car as soon as possible.

Kevin’s courage is not big, so they did not dare to share a hotel with them, but the place where they live is not too far from here, just a one-way road requires some detours.

When they arrived, Bruce got out of the car with Lange’s help and led Lindsey into the hotel’s elevator lobby and waited for the elevator to go up.

Oblivious to the approaching danger, Kevin is now in the room to drink and celebrate, accompanied by two beautiful girls.

In order to clean up Bruce and Lindsey, he not only brought people from L city this time, but also in the local Cloud Mountain Province also woven a few suspects who absconded. Under the double insurance, he did not believe that he could not get them killed.

He did not know that Lindsey and Bruce, who had already exited the elevator, were walking step by step toward the presidential suite at the end of the corridor, both with a wry smile on their faces.

When they reached the door, Lindsey did not wait for Bruce to open his mouth, directly reached out and rang the doorbell, followed by raising his hand and knocking on the door.

In order to be able to enter smoothly, on the way here Lange also thoughtfully prepared props, a bottle of wine and a tray.

In between waiting, Lindsey took the wine from Bruce’s hand and deliberately hung her head low. Just as she was about to knock again, the door of the room opened with a flourish, followed by a woman who wandered out drunkenly.

“Here’s the wine you asked for.”

“Hey, who are you to be so unruly!” The woman instantly sobered up and turned her head to chase Lindsey.

Bruce released the button of the wheelchair and broke in smoothly before the door of the room closed.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Lindsey, who was running ahead of him, saw that he had followed him in and stopped with a smile on her face. The woman, unprepared, looked about to pounce on her, but she sidestepped just in time and fell onto the couch in a heap.

“Kevin’s in a good mood.” Lindsey walked up to Kevin, smiled and picked up a glass of red wine, pretending to admire it, and shook it: “Chateau Roman Conti 1990 Burgundy, how generous.”

At this moment with lightning is not enough to describe Kevin’s mood, he looked at Lindsey in a daze, his eyes focused on her hands a little, scared out of his wits and rolled to the bottom of the sofa, could not stop begging for mercy: “It’s not me, it’s not me …”

“What is not you?” Lindsey innocent smile open, partial head glance at slowly slide over Bruce, puzzled: “What is he saying, I do not understand at all.”

“Ahem …” Bruce coughed lightly and smiled airily, “I didn’t understand it either.”

Kevin heard Bruce’s voice and peeked out to look at it, shaking all over: “Mr. Grant …”

Lindsey felt relieved for no reason to see him look like this wimp. The first one is Kevin!