The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Lindsey raised her eyebrows and looked at him with a smirk. “I’ve said many times that I don’t like you, much less be your girlfriend.”

The smile on Bruce’s face froze on his lips as he sat sullenly straight back.

The sun poured down warmly on an autumn afternoon, and everyone in the playground was smiling and happy. There were families, groups of high school students, and couples who couldn’t stop whispering to each other.

Lindsey pushed Bruce to buy tickets, according to the signs, directly to the shooting area. There were balloons and electronic screens, and the two picked a booth full of pink giraffes and spent $20 for game coins.

Bruce controlled the wheelchair himself, picked up the plastic air gun for shooting and tried it out, turning his head to Lindsey and smiling: “You first or I first?”

Lindsey slightly hooked the corners of her lips, looking down at him. A large slice of sunlight slanting over, high, straight nose falling shadows, his face clearly divided into bright and dark sides.

The smiling Bruce is gentle and elegant, with a fascinating aura all around him. He does not smile, as if a cold spring at the top of a snowy mountain, full of enigmatic chill.

For Lindsey, this is the first time she has looked at him so recklessly, or admired.

He was still him, the same Bruce who had been so defensive, even hateful, towards her at L city General Hospital.

The same Bruce who told her in the Moon Pavilion at the spa that she didn’t need to do it herself to beat someone.

It’s the same Bruce that occasionally shows his face, it’s as warm as the spring breeze.

Lindsey quietly looked at him, see him one part arrogant, two parts cold and arrogant, three parts mature, four parts warm. The first thing you need to do is to look at his smile, his eyes like the moon. The situation is just right.

“I’m pretty?” Bruce made her look like she had nothing to hide, smiling and teasing, “I thought you wouldn’t care about appearance.”

“Why wouldn’t I care.” Lindsey pulled back from her thoughts and asked innocently in return, “It’s everyone’s instinct to appreciate beauty. It’s often said in books that a flashy man is as gentle as jade, and I think you fall short.”

“Such a high compliment …” Bruce’s low, pleasant laugh, the sound of a lute generally spilled from his lips in pleasure: “Then I have to work hard to try to win you.”

Lindsey remembered the bet he said, the pretty face once again became scarlet: “Win it and say it.”

The first thing that happened was that Bruce picked up the airsoft gun and set up his stance, Lindsey was cheering him on, but she kept chanting, “Don’t hit it.

Unfortunately, her chanting is useless, Bruce once practiced for real, playing this kind of gun, can also be hit with closed eyes.

After one round, the person in charge of hanging the globe on the side did not look good. By the second round, the face is green. When Bruce finished playing the game coins in his hand, the man’s face was as pale as dirt and he couldn’t speak.

When it was Lindsey’s turn, the man simply did not allow to play, almost did not kneel down: “I am self-employed, small business is not easy, the two of you also please give a high hand.”

“My level is very vegetable, you do not worry about it.” Lindsey looked at the man with a smile and said, “Don’t worry, you won’t really take away all your toys.”

The man was a little incredulous. “Really?”

Lindsey nodded, followed by picking up the gun and aiming carefully, the posture is not quite accurate, but also can bluff.

In fact, Lindsey really have not played much this thing, aim hook trigger and so on, all by intuition. After the first round of shots, she looked at the results, the corners of her lips raised in triumph.

Bruce also applauded her, but in his heart he thought, “I should have known better than to bet with her on this.

After five rounds of shooting, the final tally came out and the two were actually tied, Lindsey raised her chin in triumph and laughed loudly, “You see I have talent too.”

“No wonder Grandpa was moved to let you join the army.” Bruce smiled back and naturally held her hand, “Too bad it’s over age.”

“You talk quite a bit.” Lindsey side-eyed, unconsciously curled her fingers and flicked a hard boom on his forehead: “You didn’t used to be this verbose.”

Bruce faked pain and laughed: “That’s because you didn’t notice.”

Lindsey threw him a: you’re bored, went to the gift box and picked out two giraffes, shoved them into his arms.

Leaving the shooting area, the two laughed and joked as they wandered through the park. When they passed a cotton candy stand, Lindsey dragged Bruce over and asked for one.

“Do you really want to eat?” Bruce saw Lindsey eating happily, but he couldn’t eat it anyway.

“Hold it for me.” Lindsey knew he was embarrassed, and did not force himself. It’s a good idea. He is a big man, holding two pink giraffes in his arms is already funny enough, and then eat cotton candy, it is too ruined image.

“I’ll go back for more.” Lindsey deliberately glared at him, “I want to eat meat skewers.”

Bruce smiled bitterly: “Tomorrow, I know a place where I can eat skewers and introduce you to my good buddy.”

Lindsey just said it casually, not really want to eat. But it was a little weird to hear him say that he was ready to introduce himself to his friends.

It was already afternoon when I returned to Nine Lakes Mountain, the sunset was staining the whole mountain, and from time to time, flocks of geese flying south swept across the sky.

Old Mr. Grant finished his business and asked Mr. Mu to carry the chess board to the courtyard and greet Lindsey to play.

Last time , Old Mr. Grant used the chess game to talk to Lindsey heart-to-heart. This time, Lindsey couldn’t resist.

After setting up the chess game, they each gave up one piece and played without any haste.

Old Mr. Grant’s style of chess was steady, and his moves were very severe, while Lindsey’s fickleness was also a good response, and after about half an hour, the old man and the young man could not tell the difference between the two.

Since he was a child, his grandfather had taught him to play chess, but no matter how he played, he could not win. Over time, he couldn’t take the slightest interest in playing chess, and he heard many complaints about it.

“How are you thinking about the exams?” In contemplation, Old Mr. Grant landed his last piece, narrowly beating Lindsey: “Lindsey’s good.”Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’ve thought about it, I’m going to apply for Fine Arts at the Academy of Fine Arts.” Lindsey smiled modestly, “If Old Mr. Grant hadn’t let me, I would have lost even worse.”

Old Mr. Grant laughed and added, “Now that you’ve chosen, you should prepare for the exam. Art is a subject that promotes culture and beauty, so it’s important not to be sloppy.”

“I will work hard.” Lindsey nodded heavily, her hands subconsciously twisted together.

This year, he countless times hope, grandson can restore the courage to live, good God gave Lindsey to them The Grant family, did not let him despair …