It Was You

Chapter 689 Haven't You Seen Anyone Fight

With chopsticks in his hand, Robert looked around and then gulped down a mouthful of soup. "How dare you talk back?"

With a fake smile on his face, Lenny said abruptly, "The dishes tonight were cooked by Martin."

Robert couldn't spit out decent words. He had just criticized all the dishes on the table, but now he heard from Lenny that the dishes were cooked by Martin. His hand trembled and his expression was broken inch by inch.

Damn it! When did Martin learn how to cook?

No, no, that was not the point. The point was that he just carelessly criticized all the dishes on the table...

'Why didn't this bitch tell me earlier?'

After swallowing hard, Robert prayed for himself in silence and then smiled awkwardly. "Ha-ha, what did I say just now? No wonder the dishes on the table look so beautiful and lovely, and they taste better than those chefs in the hotel. It turns out that Martin personally made it. I'm so lucky. "

Lenny, "You didn't say like that just now. The meat is too fat, the dish is too old, the fish is too fishy, and the soup is too salty..."

Robert picked up a piece of meat and put it into Lenny's mouth. 'Shut up!' he cursed inwardly.

Lenny coughed and spit out the meat in his mouth. His face was as dark as the bottom of a pan. "Do you want to choke me to death so that you can inherit my identity as the police?"

"If I want to be a police, I don't need to kill you first."

Lenny was speechless.

He didn't seem to be able to answer it for a while. He wiped the oil on the corner of his mouth and turned his head angrily. Only then did he find that the other several people were staring at the two people in a state of watching a play.

Lenny's face suddenly turned cold, "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen anyone fight? "

Cassandra took a look at Lenny and then at Robert. To be honest, she had never seen two kids fight with each other like kindergarten children.

Carlos hurried to mediate, "Well, how about... Let's have dinner first. "

With a snort, Lenny picked up his chopsticks and continued to eat. Meanwhile, Robert also picked up his chopsticks in silence. He had been picky just now, but now he didn't dare to say anything more.

After dinner, Robert found an excuse to leave. He was afraid that Martin would get even with him, so he sent some tonics to Cassandra gallantly.

He finally understood that after coaxing Cassandra, Martin had no temper. It was better to give Cassandra something she liked than to make every effort to coax a stone. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

With a fat face, Lenny ate some fruits and even drank a bowl of bone soup before he left.

"I'll drive you home." said Moore.

Glancing at his friend, Lenny wanted to refuse. After all, he didn't want to fulfill the wish of that bitch Samuel, but he finally nodded. In front of Martin, he was not qualified to be willful.

After drinking a large bowl of bone soup and taking medicine, Cassandra was forced to drink a large glass of honey water. She touched her stomach and stared at Martin with a sad face.

Martin, "What's wrong? Do you feel uncomfortable? "

Cassandra nodded, "Look at my belly. People who don't know me might think I'm pregnant with your child."

Martin's forehead twitched, "Stop kidding."

Cassandra curled her lips, "I'm not kidding. You can touch it. Maybe there is really a little baby here."

Martin's eyes flashed, as if he had remembered something, but it disappeared in an instant. His face went blank for a moment, and then he said, "Well, don't be naughty. I'll change the dressing for you first."

Hearing this, Cassandra's face darkened, "Can I not change it?"

Martin looked at her with a headache, "Good girl."

Cassandra couldn't stand Martin like this. Every time he coaxed her softly, she couldn't resist at all.

Martin was very skilled at changing the dressing. Cassandra couldn't help wondering if he had been hurt so much when she was not with him in the past that he had mastered such a skilled skill to deal with the wound.

At the thought of this possibility, her heart ached for no reason. She even felt bitter when she thought about it. How could Martin survive alone?

But she also knew that a man like Martin, even if he fell into the mire one day, would still be lonely and arrogant, making people dare not to desecrate him easily.

"Does it hurt?" Martin noticed that there was something wrong with her and couldn't help asking in a low voice.

Cassandra sniffed and nodded with grievance, "Yes, it hurts..."

"I'll be gentle." said Martin.

In fact, it was not Martin's fault, but her own. But she could only express this emotion with the pain of her arm.

Fortunately, with her company in the future, he was no longer alone. Even his back looked very bleak.

In the Brumous Villa District of the capital city.

In the backyard of the GR Clan.

Roger sat on a black sofa expressionlessly. He gently closed his eyes, not knowing whether he was asleep or just simply closed them.

There was a strange dead silence.

After a while, the sound of high-heeled shoes rubbing against the ground came through, and then, there seemed to be a faint fragrance in the air.

"Roger..." Susan, dressed in a light purple cheongsam, came gracefully.

The cheongsam on her body wrapped her graceful body, coupled with her meticulously dressed face, was enough to make any man fall under her skirt.

The reputation of the number one goddess in the entertainment circle was not for nothing.

Hearing this, Roger slowly opened his eyes. There was an imperceptible disgust in his dark eyes. It was obvious that it was something he had regarded as a treasure, but at this moment, it looked like that it was only affectation and grandstanding.

Sure enough, when a man liked a woman, he would think that she was flawless. Even if it was a weakness, it could be regarded as a advantage. But once he did not like her, no matter how perfect a woman was, it was a weakness.

Noticing that he didn't say anything, Susan took the initiative to get close to him. Her nearly perfect body was wrapped in a cheongsam, and she almost clung to Roger. Her slender and white fingers moved around the man's heart ambiguously. "Roger, isn't there something urgent to call me over at this late hour?"

As she spoke, her fingers slid down deliberately. Just as she was about to touch a certain part, Roger suddenly reached out, grabbed her wrist, turned over and pressed Susan under him. His dark eyes seemed to be endless abyss, staring at the woman under him.

Susan was shocked at first, but then she came to her senses. She put her arms around Roger's neck naturally and said in a flirtatious tone, "Don't be so anxious, Roger. We're in the backyard."