The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

The end of the call with grandpa was already the middle of the night, Bruce looked at the time and closed his eyes before he fell asleep.

According to the plan, they only stayed in Cloud Mountain province for half a day to purchase some household goods and warm clothing.

Although it is summer, Lindsey’s town is located in the mountains, but the temperature is much lower than the provincial city.

When Bruce opened his eyes at 7:00 a. m., he saw Lindsey sitting by the window, holding the cutlery provided by the hotel and loading up the breakfast he had bought.

“Why are you so early?” Yawning, he looked at her with a smile: “I thought you couldn’t get up after sleeping so late last night.”

“How could I not get up? I didn’t sleep at all, I know my way around a bed.” Lindsey naturally took over: “You slept comfortably, but when you get to town, you’ll feel my pain.”

Bruce smiled, hands curled up, propped up on the mattress and slowly moved his body.

Since last night on the plane until now, he has not been to the toilet once, when really suffocated enough.

“I’ll do it.” Lindsey saw the situation, without saying anything, stopped the action in his hands and quickly went over to help him.

After washing up, the two of them simply ate some breakfast, called the driver Warren arranged, picked up the car and went straight to the largest supermarket in the provincial capital.

The conditions in the mountains are not very good, Lindsey intentionally or unintentionally, bought a lot of things that can not be bought in the town. There was food, supplies, and things like sleeping bags.

Bruce controlled his own wheelchair and followed her, watching her push the full shopping cart, a heart ache vaguely.

Just for a moment, he quickly returned to normal, reassuring himself that it was all just temporary.

After shopping at the supermarket, Lindsey saw that it was still early, so after settling the bill, she pushed him upstairs and went to the clothing city to buy a few warm coats.

After shopping around, it was already time to eat lunch. She arranged for the driver to take the clothes to the car, she pushed Bruce slowly forward: “What do you want to eat, the next time you come over may be a month later.”

“Whatever, I’ll eat whatever you say.” Bruce tilted his head slightly and looked at her with a light smile.

The sun was sunny and the blinding light fell on her fair cheeks, making her whole person seem to be gilded with a layer of golden light. So dazzling, and so charming.

“It’s nice not to be picky.” Lindsey cocked her head and snorted, “In that case, I’ll take you to Cloud Mountain’s authentic snacks.”

After saying that, she stopped and looked around quickly before pushing him on his way.

Bruce also did not ask more, his first time to Cloud Mountain, even if you ask the exit she answered may not know the exact location.

The two walked slowly forward about a hundred meters, turned into an alley and walked straight, and walked about ten minutes into a noodle shop.

“Boss, two bowls of mixed noodles, two more small dishes, and a plate of cold pork claws.” Lindsey casually found a seat and gestured for Bruce to wait while she went to the cashier to pay.

A short while later, she turned back to Bruce and said with a smile, “The cold pork claws here are especially Q, and not the least bit greasy, sour and sweet, a bite is simply to the heart.”

“So good, then I must have some more.” Bruce looked at her extremely salivating look and couldn’t help but laugh out loud, “There’s nothing you’ve ever said that wasn’t delicious.”

Lindsey flinched and then laughed. “I’m not a picky eater.”

“I’m not a picky eater either.” Bruce grinned, revealing a mouthful of nice white teeth: “If you can eat it, you can.”

Lindsey stared at him with a teasing look for several seconds and winked slyly: “It’s best if you’re not picky, because I don’t know how to make it!”

Bruce was slightly stunned, almost biting his tongue, a very bad feeling vaguely emerged in his heart.

Before she always said how bitter how bitter, now finally understand the meaning.

Dare to say, she said all the truth.

The food is not good, he suddenly did not know how to live in the next few months.

“Scared?” Lindsey scowled at him mischievously and teased, “It’s not too late to go back to B City.”

Bruce sniffed, his spine straightened and he replied forcefully, “Not afraid!”

Lindsey burst out laughing again, but luckily the noodles were brought up in time to stop it.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

The business of this restaurant is very good, a bowl of noodles just half eaten, the surrounding empty tables are full of people. The table nearest to them was occupied by three young men in their early twenties, smoking cigarettes and looking at Lindsey.

Bruce’s heart floated with displeasure, not moving to watch each other’s movements.

The remaining half of the bowl of noodles to eat, the few young people to measure Lindsey’s gaze, but also more and more reckless.

If you are looking at him, you can tolerate it, but he can’t tolerate others using frivolous eyes to look at Lindsey.

He picked up a pair of chopsticks with his hand and held them tightly, he adjusted his wheelchair and deliberately covered up Lindsey.

When the young man saw this, he was instantly displeased. The three men stood up with an “ooh” and separated to surround them.

The leader of the group, who had long, dyed white hair, slapped Bruce’s wheelchair and said, with his eyes fixed on Lindsey, “Pretty girl, how about dumping this handicapped person and coming with me?”

Lindsey stared at him with a cold gaze, did not wait to open his mouth to hear Bruce shouted angrily: “No how!”

The words fell to the ground, the young man with white hair’s head was also he fiercely pressed on the table, the words were loud: “That’s it, and I steal women!”

The remaining two people saw the situation was not good, instantly abandoned the white hair, turned and ran away.

Bruce was furious and pressed the chopsticks in his hand to the neck of the white hair, and at the same time grabbed the empty bowl of noodles and threw it without hesitation.

“With a crash, one of them was hit in the head by the noodle bowl and squatted down, holding his head. The noodle soup, full of red oil, also splashed all over him.

“Forget it, one more thing is better than less.” Lindsey rubbed his eyes incredulously and lowered his voice soothingly, “We seem to have business to attend to.”

Bruce nodded and abruptly drew back his hand.

The white hair jerked free, and his body actually slid limply under the table, unable to get up for half a day.

Bruce took a glance at the situation and thought it was bad.

The internet is so advanced, he came to Cloud Mountain in secret, but with such a mess today, I’m afraid everyone will know about it in a few days.

Lindsey’s thoughts are similar to his at this moment, the thought just flashed that made a risky decision, eyes shining at him: “When I talk later, you try to look like pain.”

Bruce was silent and nodded slightly: “Okay.”

Throwing him a look of reassurance, Lindsey got up and walked to the location of the store door, watering to make up a story.