It Was You

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? "

Robert. To be honest, she had never seen

to mediate, "Well, how about...

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

afraid that Martin would get even with him, so he sent

after coaxing Cassandra, Martin had no temper. It was better to give Cassandra something she liked than to make every

Lenny ate some fruits and even drank a bowl of bone soup

you home."

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

and taking medicine, Cassandra was forced to drink a large glass of honey water. She touched her stomach and stared

Do

nodded, "Look at my belly. People who don't know me might think

forehead twitched, "Stop

not kidding. You can touch it. Maybe there is

remembered something, but it disappeared in an instant. His face went blank for

this, Cassandra's face darkened, "Can I not

at her with

Martin like this. Every time he

skilled at changing the dressing. Cassandra couldn't help wondering if he had been hurt so much when she was not with

the thought of this possibility, her heart ached for no reason. She even felt bitter when she

he fell into the mire one day, would still be lonely and arrogant, making people dare not to

that there was something wrong with her and couldn't help asking in a low

and nodded with

gentle."