My Gorgeous Aunty

Chapter 35 Face stuck to the door

It was strange enough that Giovanna's post-work fatigue was gone after a hard fall and a nice sweat.

Especially when she was soaking in a nice flower bath, listening to rap songs that made foreigners

dumbfounded, with a glass of wine on the chair beside her, all the bad feelings of being forced to sleep Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

with a gigolo that night were gone.

"It seems that life is really about physical excercise and mental state as well.

"

While Giovanna closed her eyes and held her glass of wine, her little head was swaying lightly to the

melody and incomparably relaxed, Sebastian was raging.

No wonder he had faintly heard a smashing sound coming from the door when he had been in the

shower earlier.

He didn't care at the time though, after all he had just moved in today, who would come to visit him?

It turned out that someone did come to visit him.

With an awful attitude

He couldn't believe that she smashed the door of his house into the surface of the moon, with

countless ups and downs.

She even left an unbelievably arrogant note telling him to look ahead.

Sebastian looked up haughtily, saw the door to the opposite room, and smiled.

"I am wondering who was so savage, it was my auntie."

The two of them were aunt and nephew, but Giovanna had smashed the door of his house, so

Sebastian still had to ask for a clear explanation.

He walked quickly to the east door and lifted his foot and kicked it with a thud.

It was estimated that the sound could reach 300 meters against the wind, even the walls had begun to

shake, but that door was like a thousand-year old tomb, no matter how much he made noise outside,

the one staying inside would still not make any movement.

"Ha, you think you can escape my wrath by not opening the door?

"

Sebastian kicked again and turned around to quickly walk into his house.

When he came out, there was an extra piece of paper in his hand.

In fact, something like using the wire to open the door, and rushing in to take the arrogant woman

down, pressing his auntie on the table and stroke her hard three hundred times was not difficult for

Sebastian at all.

But he wouldn't do that.

Now he was a law-abiding, good citizen.

Sebastian did not learn from Giovanna and smashed the door of her house...... There was a reason

before and a result after.

How kind a man was if he wrote "A good man would take responsibility for his actions" and put it on the

door of someone's house?

He should draw a large turtle and write, "This is the cave of the tortoise of ten thousand years. People

are not allowed to enter.

The line “Look forward to find the man responsible" was stuck to the door with a bang, and it looked as

good as it could.

"What a fine stroke of writing, whose ink is this?

It is comparable to works written by the famous Chinese calligraphers Wang Xizhi and Yan Zhenqing.

"

Heartily praising the fonts that was not much better than beetles crawling, Sebastian took out another

packet of garlic hot sauce, pinched his fingers and counted down, and cupped it on the floor.

He went back to the front of his house again, took out something, and drummed on the door panel for a

while, before Sebastian entered the house and closed the door.

The sun was up again and it was another nice day.

Giovanna had been living here for over six months and just last night she had a good sleep.

It probably had something to do with cracking down an evil woman's plot, scolding the gigolo away, and

getting a good workout last night, mostly because she had accepted the reality.

She had already figured out that the night she slept with the gigolo was just like a bite from a dog.

Wasn't that just a layer of hymen?

It was really not necessary to take it as a psychological burden and felt depressed about it. She should

still embrace each day with a full spirit, as before.

As for where the stinking gigolo had gone, hmm, Giovanna didn't bother to think about it.

The ancient people said, open the door and see the south mountain. Giovanna opened the door and

saw the door of the opposite room. The corners of her mouth immediately hooked up a pleasant arc.

The note on the opposite door was gone, proving that someone had taken it and known she'd been the

one who'd stirred things up.

The door of his room was smashed to the surface of the moon with an overbearing note, but she was

not disturbed from sleep by any sound.

The one who stayed in the West house was a wimp.

Giovanna casually closed the door with her hand, bristling.

"Hmph, count your wits.

Or else I'll let you know my......"

What was she going to let the person at the other door know about her?

It was definitely not how long her legs were, how big her boobs were, what color the little panties she

changed into today, etc., it was supposed to be how awesome she was.

But before she could finish her sentence, she became acutely aware that something was wrong and

hurriedly looked down.

Little white shoes with thin high heels were stepping on something red with a spicy smell.

Without even looking at it, Giovanna knew this was done by the person at the opposite door.

After being ignored by her last night, he didn't dare to smash Giovanna's door to demand an

explanation, but he used such an unorthodox means to retaliate against her! He simply had no balls.

This fueled her anger even more. She decided to teach this scumbag a lesson even if she didn't go to

work today.

Turning around, Giovanna was about to get the baseball bat again when he saw the large white piece

of paper on the door.

The white paper was so big but she turned a blind eye. All she could see was the turtle on it, and the

line of words.

"Calm down, I must calm down or someone will really get killed.

"

Giovanna's fists were clenched tightly, about to explode into a torrent of anger when she reminded

herself in time to be calm.

She didn't want to let that get in the way of her good mood today.

After taking two deep breaths in succession, Giovanna arrived at the west door and rang the doorbell.

There was no response.

After pressing again, Giovanna pressed her ear to the door panel to listen for any movement inside,

just like she had done last night.

She still didn’t heard any movement, it seemed that someone was always afraid to face Giovanna.

"Hmph, hide, I'll see how long you can hide.

You live here anyway. You can't run away from me.

"

Giovanna bristled and decided to suspend his thunderous anger and go to work first.

Tomorrow was Saturday and there was plenty of time to take care of this, so why should she rush it

now?

Giovanna looked up and turned to go...... But her pretty little head did not raise.

Her right cheek, and so much of her hair, was firmly stuck to the security door.

This glue on the door was worthy of its reputation as the best glue in the country. Rumor had it that

once a gold coin was stuck on the floor for people to pick up and no one was able to take it away.

Giovanna wanted to kill this man.

After several attempts to get her face off the door, she failed.

Of course, she could still break free if she could just give a ruthless head swing.

But her delicate little face would surely suffer, or even disfigured.

"Bastard, you're too ruthless to use such despicable means to count on a girl.

"

Giovanna was ashamed and angry, so anxious that tears flowed out.

No doubt some jerk should have calculated that she was out of the house for work at this time of day,

and even more so after stepping on a foot of garlic chutney and seeing that big turtle on the door, she

would be so furious that she would subconsciously put her face to the door to listen for movement after

slamming his door hard again and getting no response, so he applied just the right amount of glue.

If less, the glue would harden.

If more, the glue wouldn't have a good paste effect.

If you are in trouble, call 110.

This was the least common sense, but Giovanna didn't dare to call the police.

She couldn't afford to lose this dignity.

After raising her hand and wiping her tears, Giovanna took out his cell phone and was about to call

Madelyn to come to her rescue in a hurry when she suddenly heard a soft sound coming from within

the door lock.

The door of the east house was open.

As the door panel was pushed open, Giovanna, whose small face was stuck to it, could only passively

backed away.

She was tempted to scream.

"I'm still glued to the door.

Don't push.

Push again and I'll hit the wall...... Er, is this going to squeeze me into a pie?"

She wanted to scream but dared not. She was very clear that even if she did not scream, he could also

see her being pushed to the wall by the security door.

The asshole in the east house must have seen her posted through the cat's eye to deliberately open

the door as far as it would go when he opened it.

Fortunately, Giovanna's puffy chest wasn't very big. If she were Madelyn, it was probably squeezed to

a explosion at this moment.

"When you sleep in spring, you hear birds singing everywhere.

A new day, a new beginning.

What a good poem, I really made a good poem!"

This asshole was deliberately leaning against the door panel, lit a cigarette and smoked half of it before

reciting a good poem aloud and closing the door.

Then, Giovanna, who was glued to the door, saw a stinky face.

Sebastian.

Stinky gigolo.

The one who backstabbed me was him.

Only then did Giovanna think about what he said about renting this house, how she wanted to pounce

on him and use a mouthful of little white teeth to bite him to death!

But inexplicably, after seeing that the gigolo who was thought to have been scolded away was before

her eyes and really rented the west house. Giovanna's heart suddenly became a lot more comfortable.

Sebastian didn't know what his auntie was thinking, and he was just full of surprise and was

dumbfounded for a while before he muttered a question.

“Auntie, you are......"

"Stinky gigolo, Sebastian, don't force me to get angry.

If I really get angry, I would be afraid of myself."

Giovanna was clearly threatening Sebastian, but why was her little face red and flushed?

"Auntie, it's not my fault.

I thought the person who smashed the door of my room was on the 11th or 9th floor.

Had I known it was you, I wouldn't have dared to use underhanded tricks even if I was given eight

hundred more guts."

Certain gigolo's ability to speak blindly with eyes wide open was something that Giovanna had seen.

But she couldn't be angry yet.

Or what if he just left her taped to the door and called for someone to come and rescue her?

She was sure to be famous in the whole Spring Garden for her embarrassing experience.

Therefore, Giovanna quickly adjusted her internal breath, and was very well-behaved while saying that

those who do not know are not guilty......

After Sebastian deliberately talked for a long time, Giovanna finally moved her body, no, his face.

"Auntie, are we going to share breakfast, huh?

It's on me."

Sebastian found that he was becoming more and more fond of calling Giovanna Little Aunt.

Could it be that the title brought him psychological pleasure?

Giovanna’s silver teeth clenched down, but she could not roll his face, smiled sarcastically and refused

while saying that she forgot to take something, and turned around and quickly return home.

"Hmph, you're still a bit young to fight with me."

Only after she went home did Sebastian smiled smugly and whistled as he walked into the elevator.

No matter what the dispute was with his auntie, the work still needed to be done.

Yesterday, because he was looking for a house, Sebastian didn't fulfill his special duty as a car driver,

so today he had to work hard.

After eating some buns in front of the neighborhood, Sebastian felt that Giovanna was almost

"repaired"

her little face now, so he steppped out of the fast food restaurant and walked forward along the curb.

When Sebastian walked out about a hundred meters, Giovanna drove her white BMW and saw his

back at a glance after slowly driving out of the neighborhood gate.

"Even if this gigolo has been kind to me, no, he's just doing what needs to be done.

Heck, he almost dropped me to death last night, and he set me up hard this morning.

If I put up with this, he'll be even more arrogant in the future."

Giovanna's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched Sebastian's back with a sinister smile surfacing at

the corner of his mouth.

She hadn't thought, of course, of running him over with her car, but she could scare him to death.

Giovanna was still very confident in her driving skills, and after her idea was made up, she slightly hit

the steering wheel, making the car quickly stick to the edge and stepping on the accelerator.