Chapter 60 Shouldn't be married
After chatting for a while, the two people hiding on the roof did not move.
They looked at each other and read the same information from each other's eyes.
Now is really not the best time for them to catch big fish.
Charlee Ford rubbed his hands and said, "Well, let's leave Lydia Collins to you. I'll follow these people. How about it?"
After all, he is in the Ming Dynasty.
And listening to the meaning of those people below, it seems that Lydia Collins has also come to LA.
Now who doesn't know that LA is his territory?
William Bryan stared at her plump almond eyes, somewhat absent-minded.
I always feel that these eyes have a sense of deja vu
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Back home, Charlee Ford received an email from Dallas: Lydia Collins has gone to Boston.
Tut, the news is really bad.
She deleted her email and just heard footsteps outside. Without thinking about it, she threw herself out in her pajamas: "Where have you been, husband? I miss you so much."
William Bryan was full of cold breath and was attacked by her.
He froze for a moment, pulled the rest of his body down, held her chin and carefully observed for a while.
The woman in front of him did not have that eyesore scar. Although she looked not different from his previous appearance, she always gave him a strange felt.
"What have you been doing all day?" William Bryan asked her.
Charlee Ford answered him without thinking: "Play, and eat delicious sugar."
"Well," William Bryan pondered for a moment and tentatively said, "what have you done to send you to the miracle doctor every Friday?"
Now Charlee Ford pretended to be very embarrassed, wrinkled a small face and said, "But my husband, the sister of the miracle doctor won't let me tell you."
William Bryan pinched her chin with some dissatisfaction: "Who am I?"
"Of course it's my husband!" Charlee Ford rubbed him.
He is now basically immune to her behavior.
Nod, then coax, "So... there's nothing you can't tell your husband, right?"
William Bryan thinks he must be crazy.
Or I was fooled by the night wind tonight.
Otherwise, how could he say such words according to his usual temperament?
Charlee Ford's round almond eyes also flashed a surprise.
She held back her smile and nodded: "My husband is right! Actually, Sister Magic Doctor hasn't done anything. She just drinks me some strange things and touches me all the time."
I confessed.
I put it on.
William Bryan frowned, "No wonder..."
Recently, I always feel that Charlee Ford has a medicine smell that seems to be absent.
"Honey, it's late. Aren't you sleepy? Shall we go to bed?" Charlee Ford was afraid that he would reveal the truth if he asked again, so he quickly changed the subject.
William Bryan took a long step and pushed her away. "Then take a rest."
However, just two steps later, my arm was held by someone: "I want to sleep with my husband!"
He stiffened and pressed his eyebrows. "No," he said
"Dear, don't you want me?" Charlee Ford began to spill.
The man couldn't bear it. He picked up her back collar and carried her back to the room. He threw her on the bed and left with great strides.
The door was locked, and Charlee Ford rolled on the bed.
I don't know if it's an illusion. I always think William Bryan's temper has been getting better recently.
The next day, William Bryan's dancing with a mysterious woman at the air loft auction made headlines.
An enlarged photograph.
In the photo, a man and a woman are ambiguous, which seems to be a perfect match.
For a moment, the news about whether William Bryan had a new lover exploded.
"Bryan is not married? Who is this woman?"
"You have no idea who is better matched with Mr. Bryan? How can a fool marry Mr. Bryan?"
"It's said that Maggie Ford, the eldest daughter of the Fords, is both talented and good-looking, while Charlee Ford, the second daughter, is still a fool. It's really hard for Mr. Bryan to be so handsome."
"Really? It's no wonder that Mr. Bryan has been married for so long. He rarely appears in public with his wife. It's really a heartfelt dislike."
"How ugly must this fool be? Mr. Bryan is unwilling to come out with her?"
"Ugliness is the second most important thing. As long as I think of a silly woman with drool around me, I will be sick and can't sleep, OK?"
'……"
The Internet was full of abuse against Charlee Ford.
Early in the morning, his lordship of the Bryans saw these news and comments, and he rushed directly to William Bryan angrily.
At that time, William Bryan was having breakfast, and Charlee Ford stayed in bed.
Since she married to the Bryans, she has lived like a rice worm.
", look at these comments online!" Mr. Bryan took a picture of the computer.
William Bryan didn't even lift his eyelids, but used his breakfast slowly, "Oh, I will send someone to deal with it."
"Is this a problem to be solved?" The White Old Man hated the iron and said, "What do these outsiders say about us?"
William Bryan finally gave a response.
He handed grandpa a soothing look: "How do you want to solve it?"
The white old man sat down and said without hesitation, "Take Charlee to make a public appearance to swear sovereignty, and I will hit these people in the face."
He felt that Grandpa was getting more childish as he grew older.
"I won't play these games with you." William Bryan wiped his mouth and got up to go to work.
The white old man angrily said behind him: "Are you trying to piss me off? Charlee is beautiful and cute. What on earth is not in your eyes, and you just let outsiders humiliate her?"
William Bryan's footsteps paused.
Mr. Bryan thought he had changed his mind.
But he turned his back to the old man and said in an indifferent voice, "Charlee Ford is fine, but the mistake is that he should not marry the Bryans."
After that, he strode away without nostalgia.
As he happened to open the door, Charlee Ford kept hearing these words.
A sarcastic smile rose on her face.
Is William Bryan ashamed of her?
She turned around and locked the door again, turned out the computer from the bottom of the bed, and after a while of operation, click Send successfully.
On the other side, William Bryan on the bus received a short message.
"On Wednesday, Lydia Collins will attend Mrs. Jones's birthday banquet and get Cinderella."
The message was not signed, but William Bryan the guessed the identity of the other party almost instantly.
He did not reply and slowly closed his eyes.
The woman's confident eyebrows were outlined in her mind.
That woman... should have been the enemy, because of the same position, they may be able to cooperate again?
After sending the message, Charlee Ford lit the computer keyboard and pondered for a moment.
Before long, she received another email in her mailbox.
It was a video that lasted less than a minute. The video started at nine o'clock and smiled slowly after it was played.