The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

No way … Lindsey blinked and looked at him incredulously.

Bruce scratched his head awkwardly and didn’t say exactly where it was, but took the opportunity to turn around and park and gave his cell phone to the driver.

Lindsey saw that he was mysterious, and guessed that there was probably some kind of surprise arrangement waiting for him, so he simply didn’t ask anything.

The Valentine’s Day, who does not like to receive gifts and flowers.

Roses or otherwise, it is always better than nothing. That said, Lindsey hasn’t really received many flowers from Bruce.

Two full-star, one pink rose, one firework, and a garden of plum blossoms, which were sent on Valentine’s Day, don’t seem to have been.

The first time I saw the car was in the middle of the city, and Lindsey felt a little sleepy, so I couldn’t help but lean on his shoulder, squinting and napping.

Bruce gently took her shoulders, with a gentle and doting smile on his lips.

After the car turned around, it stopped outside a cafe.

Bruce woke up Lindsey and opened the door to go down.

The dry and cold air was so cold that Lindsey subconsciously shrank her neck and entered the interior of the cafe with him.

A very literary model of a cafe, probably because of the winter, the interior decoration looks a bit old, but this old atmosphere, but extraordinarily attractive.

Bruce didn’t say anything, took her hand to an empty seat and called the waiter to order her a glass of milk.

“Wait here for a minute, I’ll be right there.” Bruce pushed the milk over, leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

Lindsey nodded with a smile and relaxed as she surveyed the small cafe.

The light warm tone of the main color, accompanied by the black and white posters on the wall, the music is soothing and low.

The magazine racks and artwork from all over the world are everywhere, in the intertwined light and shadow, all in one but each elegantly existing.

Lindsey liked this relaxing and peaceful atmosphere, and took a sip of milk when the music suddenly stopped, followed by the sound of live piano playing in her ears.

A very romantic and beautiful song, as if the spring breeze brushed the ear, warm flow.

Lindsey listened for a while, unconsciously picked up the milk, followed the direction of the sound, and slowly paced over.

Through the lemon-scented corridor, the light opened up in front of her.

The sunlight was pouring down through the tempered glass overhead.

Lindsey’s eyes were wide open and she couldn’t help but take a deep breath as she looked at it all with disbelief.

It was so beautiful!

The roses of all colors blooming in the middle of winter made up a sea of flowers, and the air was filled with the rich and intoxicating scent of flowers.

Lindsey looked at it for a while, pulled back her thoughts in a trance, and continued to walk towards the white piano in the center of the garden.

She couldn’t see the person playing the piano, but she had a strong intuition that the person was Bruce.

The further she walked, the more her mood ebbed and flowed, and she could not help but speak softly, “Bruce, is that you …”

The only thing that answered her was the watery sound of the piano and the delicate roses.

The corners of Lindsey’s lips lifted upward a little bit, and her footsteps became more and more brisk as she went up to the piano platform.

The pleasant sound of the piano came to an abrupt end, Bruce looked up, his eyes dotingly at her and smiled. “Did you like it?”

“Loved it so much, was it just for me?” Lindsey put down the milk and looked at him with amusement. “It’s okay to say no, I’m happy now today.”

“Of course it’s for you.” Bruce turned slightly and tenderly held out his hand toward her. “Come here.”

Lindsey lifted her chin and winked at him mischievously, “I’ll come over when you’re done playing for me.”

“Come here, I’ll teach you how to play.” Bruce slightly tilted his head, the bright light, illuminating his slim face extraordinarily clearly. The perfect contours of his features reveal a dry and clean temperament, noble and elegant.

Lindsey’s gaze gradually became obsessed and she couldn’t help but walk towards him.

She has never studied piano, not even the slightest bit of music.

Bruce embraced her slightly bloated body, and his long, slender, bamboo-like fingers fell gently onto the keys.

“Is that it?” Lindsey looked over it, hesitantly reached out her hand and naughtily pressed it a few times.

The tinkling sound poured out like water. The flower was beautiful, the man was handsome, and the main thing was that this man, who was a combination of pride, nobility and perseverance, only had himself in his eyes and heart.

This is the first time Lindsey has received such a Valentine’s Day gift, so she is naturally full of joy.

“Be a little lighter, like this.” Bruce’s lips rose, like a good teacher, patiently teaching her to control the force and explain the music.

Lindsey stopped after a while and complained with a flat mouth. “It’s too hard …”

“It’s okay, I’ll play it for you every day when I have time.” Bruce kissed her on the cheek, put his hands on the keys again, and proceeded to play the remaining half of the tune.

Lindsey snuggled happily in his arms and closed her eyes in fascination.

After the performance, Bruce carried her to the sofa and sat down, smiling at her. “Where’s my present?”

“Oh …,” Lindsey blushed at the sound of it, and swooped into his arms petulantly. “I forgot.”

“Then make it up to me.” Bruce raised an eyebrow and put his hands on her bulging belly with a bad smile. “Don’t say no.”

“Bruce, you’re so bad.” Lindsey removed his hand, her cheeks flushed like boiled shrimp. “You didn’t say you were going to get me a present either, surely I would have gotten you one if I had.”

She wouldn’t admit she wasn’t self-conscious about it, huh?

Bruce was amused by her, and his big hand covered it again. “What about Valentine’s Day, who has to give advance notice of a gift, so what surprise is there to be had.”

“Well then, make it up to you … tonight,” he said too reasonably, Lindsey was speechless.

Finish the rest of the milk, Lindsey jolted remembered one thing. “Did you charter this cafe or buy it?”

“Neither.” Bruce scratched her nose dotingly and leaned over to give her a hard kiss. “Edward’s store, lend it to me for a day.”

“When did you talk to him?” Borrowed, thanks to his ability to think of such a way.

Bruce was not too annoyed, and hooked his lips in a deep smile. “The condition for your attendance at the charity event is to lend me the cafe for a day.”

“You are really …” Lindsey is speechless, really treacherous can.

No wonder Edward’s face looked as ugly as if he had been struck by lightning when he heard he had retired to continue his business.

With such a fussy brother-in-law, it is almost predictable how wonderful Edward’s life will be in the future.

When it was after 5:00 p. m., the two went to Old Mr. Grant, left the cafe sweetly and set out for the Regency Hotel.

When they arrived at the place, the two did not participate in the check-in, but went directly to the top floor through a special channel.

Just into the guest room, I heard Larissa exaggeratedly exclaim: “This is definitely the proper male god hey, don’t stop me …”

Lindsey sat over, pointed to Larissa, and looked searchingly at Karen.

“There’s a guest tonight, from Y, a very low-key wealthy man.” Karen said, picking up her phone and showing her the photo.

Lindsey glanced at it, it was indeed very handsome, it just felt like she had seen it somewhere.

It is also possible that the handsome men abroad all look alike, so the illusion is created.

The other side of the sofa, Larissa still keep on swooning, ignoring Hector’s black face. lindsey shook her head speechlessly, looked at Bruce sideways, lowered her voice and laughed: “You see, I am the most single-minded”

Bruce arched his eyebrows, reached out and rubbed the top of her head, generously praising: “You’re still the best!”

Lindsey gave him a look that said, “That’s more like it. Lindsey turned to Karen and chatted with her.

After the event started, Lindsey and Bruce sat in the corner, interlocked fingers, smiling at the guests.

Edward is influence is still very big in the cultural and business world. Tonight’s guests, there are first-line international superstars, there are older artists, and there is a younger generation of business elite!

Many people Lindsey has met, just not much opportunity to deepen the relationship. There were also some people she met for the first time, such as the expatriate whom Larissa called her god.

From Lindsey’s perspective, she saw the side of the handsome man’s face, a typical foreigner’s face with deep eyebrows and excellent features.

When the host introduced his name, Lindsey suddenly remembered a person – Clyde.

No wonder when I first saw the photo, I felt unusually familiar, it turned out to be his brother.

Lindsey thought about it carefully and always felt that something was not right.

Clyde had said that his brother was mainly devoted to pharmaceutical research, and hadn’t heard him say that his brother also ran the world’s most high-end gallery.

Was it because the two men did not know each other well enough, so they had reservations?

Lindsey suspicious clouds full of belly, so quietly talked to Bruce about the origins of this expatriate, and asked him if he had any opinion.

About Clyde, Bruce does not know much, at that time only let Cary to investigate, the specific information he did not read.

Bruce shrugged his shoulders and told her not to take it personally.

Lindsey didn’t really care much, it’s just that kind of mentality of suddenly meeting someone you know a bit and wanting to know more.

After the introduction of the guests, the dinner also began.

The magazine’s tenth anniversary must be selected some fashionable people, handing out a few meaningless trophies.

Larissa, who has been out of the industry for half a year, did not win the Style Personality Award, but won the Charity Pioneer trophy.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Lindsey thought about it and felt funny, a magazine, actually issued such an award, do not know how to think.

Picked up the milk and took a sip, the afterglow saw Bruce seemed to be a little uncomfortable, could not help but worry. “Is the air too stuffy?”

“It’s okay …” Bruce moved down his chair and tilted his head to rest on her shoulder. “Just saw an acquaintance.”

An acquaintance? It couldn’t be Randy, too. … Lindsey looked around casually, and saw Randy catting around the corner, his eyes sharply fixed on Karen’s back.

The look, with the tiger out of the gate like.

Lindsey watched for a while, casually pinched Bruce’s ear and smiled. “Young Master Gregor told Old Mr. Gregor that his relationship with Karen is pure, so he can’t take her back for now.”

Bruce smiled abruptly, thinking that Randy was really good at finding words.

When he was chasing Lindsey, he didn’t think of this layer.

“A very pure relationship indeed, well …” Bruce stroked her head and laughed impurely.