Chapter 78 Warming Up
The next day, Charlee Ford got up early.
Although she usually sleeps late, it doesn't prevent her from inquiring about William Bryan's work and rest clearly.
For example, at seven twenty-seven, William Bryan should come down the stairs and go to the restaurant to prepare breakfast.
She glanced at the wall clock on the wall, sat on the sofa, converged the smile of her mouth, and turned around.
The steady footsteps downstairs really sounded.
William Bryan was dressed in a suit and tie, her hair combed meticulously, and her body was delicate and handsome.
"Husband! Are you up?!" Charlee Ford greeted him with a look of surprise.
William Bryan glanced at her, paused, and then, as if he hadn't seen it, walked round her to the dining room.
Yo-ho, ignore her?
William Bryan really began to lose his temper.
Yesterday, she was keenly aware that he was angry, but she didn't know why.
Is it because she asked to stay in Jiangzizhou?
Charlee Ford followed William Bryan like a little tail and chased him and asked, "Honey, why don't you ignore me? Do you don't like Charlee? Woo-woo husband..."
The first floor of the whole villa echoed with her wronged voice.
William Bryan rubbed his eyebrows and frowned.
If according to his temper before, he must have been impatient to let her roll.
But when the words came to his lips, he suddenly found himself unable to speak.
He went to the dining room. On the table, there were black porridge, cakes of no color or taste, and some side dishes that were not exquisitely set.
He frowned and shouted, "Zhao Ma."
Zhao Ma is a servant in charge of breakfast in William Bryan in the Bryans Villa.
But Zhao Ma did not respond to him when he shouted.
Charlee Ford leaned in and smiled very pleasantly: "Husband, I have asked Zhao Ma to rest. I made breakfast. These are what Zhao Ma told me you usually like to eat. Try it quickly. I have been doing it for a long time."
She said with joy, but her hands hid behind her.
William Bryan frowned and looked at the breakfast that seemed to have no appetite in front of him.
After a long time, he picked up the tableware with a heavy face.
Take a sip of porridge first.
Well, it's no surprise that it tastes bad.
With a blank face, he finished half the bowl of porridge and ate a little more of what she had made.
This is made by Charlee Ford himself.
Although she is a fool, she is trying to please him in her own way.
When William Bryan thought of this possibility, his heart could not be restrained by a complex feeling, which made him feel at a loss for a while.
He didn't look at Charlee Ford's face, but he caught a glimpse of her standing there, her hands behind her back, looking very nervous.
William Bryan dined on the action of a meal.
Charlee Ford looked at him expectantly: "How about husband, is Charlee doing well? I have learned from Zhao Ma before, but I am too stupid to do well..."
William Bryan's eyes were stagnant and he answered irrelevant questions: "What happened to the hand?"
"Huh?" Charlee Ford paused. She looked dull and even cute. She flashed a little panic in her big apricot eyes and quickly hid her hand behind her back. "No..."
William Bryan put down the tableware, and his voice was unassailable: "Stretch out."
Charlee Ford drummed his mouth. "It's really nothing, husband..."
William Bryan loses patience as she refuses. He gets up and walks towards her. Charlee Ford, for some reason, retreats nervously.
The man in front of him has deep eyes. When he stares at you, he is like a hunter eyeing his prey. There is a feeling that you have nowhere to hide.
Charlee Ford also doesn't know whether it is this "fool" or himself who is nervous.
She swallowed her saliva, and her back suddenly hit the wall of Emperor Dao, which was already irrevocable.
William Bryan stood in front of her, looking down at her, and smelled of oppression.
How to look at this picture, it looks like a picture of a big wolf oppressing a small white rabbit.
Charlee Ford put his hand behind his back and looked at William Bryan pitifully. "What are you doing, husband? You make Charlee a little scared like this."
The expression on William Bryan's face.
Is he that scary?
To the extent that it has scared her?
So that's why she likes to play with Jiang Zizhou, who laughs like a fox all day?
This cognition made William Bryan's mood worse.
He squeezed a cold hum of unknown meaning from his throat, and as Charlee Ford tried to hide, he took her wrist with his big hand and pulled her hand in front of him.
He lowered his head and looked at her hand carefully.
Charlee Ford's hands are very white and tender, which William Bryan accidentally saw before.
Now, however, her white hands are stained with dark dirt, and the back of her hands is red and swollen.
William Bryan reached out and touched her swelling.
"Pain..." Charlee Ford exhaled in pain, and a pair of almond eyes were watery.
William Bryan glanced at her. "How?"
Charlee Ford looked at him pitifully, and his voice hated Jiao very little. "I just made it while cooking, and I was splashed with oil."
When she said this, she suddenly raised her head and looked at William Bryan with sparkling eyes: "Husband, don't abandon me, I didn't mean to. Although I know I can't do anything well, I will try my best to learn from Zhao Ma! I will definitely make what you like in the future!"
She said, and carefully stretched out three fingers to swear.
With such a serious attitude, William Bryan's heart throbbed again.
He suddenly became less angry.
"Don't do it in the future." William Bryan took her hand and said faintly.
Charlee Ford blinked and looked a little wronged: "Why, husband, is Charlee really bad?"
William Bryan looked at her for a few seconds. "No."
He said, paused, and continued, "I just don't want you to hurt yourself again. It would be nice to have servants to do these things."
Say that finish, seems to feel that the ambiguity of his words is very big, and he is quite at a loss to move his eyes.
Charlee Ford listened to William Bryan's softened tone and exulted in his heart: This bitter plan is useless.
William Bryan let go of Charlee Ford and turned to sit down at the table.
It's just that there is a sense of losing and fleeing from the back.
If it had been before, Charlee Ford would have taken the opportunity to laugh at him in his heart.
But now I don't know why, she not only can't laugh, but also has a feeling that makes her almost strange.
She heard her heart beat clearly.
As a healer, how can she not know how abnormal this too fast heartbeat frequency is?
Charlee Ford raised his hand gently and pressed his chest.
William Bryan turned his back on her and gave a clear cough.
At that time, the atmosphere in the restaurant was somewhat silent.
In the end, it was William Bryan who took the lead and couldn't help breaking the silence.
"There is a racing race this afternoon. Are you interested? I'll show you." William Bryan said lightly, as if he had mentioned it inadvertently.