Spoil My Errant Wife

"Charles, so you know he lives upstairs." Christina suddenly turned around and shouted at him with gritted teeth.

Charles quickly explained, "I only found out later.I really didn't know what he had done before."

She had stayed in C City for more than half a month and hadn't come back for a long time.

The door of her house was covered in a layer of dust, and many newspaper advertisements were stuffed into the crack of the door.

"Miss Dickens, you're back." The neighbor opposite opened the door and greeted her warmly.

Christina didn't live in this apartment for long but things interesting had happened to her before.

So the neighbors here were very impressed with her.

Christina was not a warm person.She just wanted to nod politely to the other party.

But as soon as she turned around, she glanced to find Patrick here, too.

Why didn't he go back upstairs? Just as she was about to let Patrick go, her neighbor shouted in surprise, "Oh, aren't you the handsome guy in 502?"

Patrick was dressed in a black suit, being elegant and mature.

He stood there, not speaking but very eye-catching.

The neighbor looked at jun him, then at Christina, and asked curiously, "So you two really know each other.Is he really your husband?"

Christina immediately remembered she once shouted at the neighbors to say Patrick was her husband.

Feeling embarrassed, she quickly took out her key and opened the door.

Charles was interested.

"What did she tell you?"

Patrick seemed to be a little curious and looked at the strange neighbor.

"That morning, Miss Dickens suddenly came out of apartment 502 upstairs.Some people said that she was messing around with men.But she told us the person that lived upstairs was her husband..."The neighbor smiled and chatted with them.

"I thought she was joking.Since they were husband and wife, why did they live upstairs and downstairs? They should live together” Christina forgot where she had put the key, not finding it for a while.

While Charles was gossiping with her neighbor.

"There's a security guard in our neighborhood who cares about Miss Dickens.

When the guard went on patrol, he often came here to see if she's back..""

Charles suddenly became excited.

"Which security guy?"

he is very down-

is into you." Christina felt annoyed and looked at the man behind her as

Patrick, who was

found the key to the apartment.She quickly opened the door and pushed Charles into the room in

was about to close the door, the neighbor suddenly remembered something and shouted at her anxiously, "Miss Dickens,

week, your landlord came to see you.He said he couldn't reach you on his phone and

why her stingy landlord was

wanted to

you.I'll call

she spoke, she

ignored too many missed calls and muttered to

Dickens, are you going to

not live

to be very interested in her private life, especially when two men

be very rich, not those who

that others would

she

"Yes, I'm going home.”

your family, in A City or

ask more, just showing

Christina only

to ask more and said quickly, "It's better to live at home than rent a house

a hand

fact, Christina really didn't know how to answer.She always felt that she had no home.She had no time to

broke a few glass teacups

"Pay for it!"

into the house and

stingy.It's just a few broken teacups.How much is it

who was rich and powerful, didn’t take it seriously and looked around the small

place." Christina took a broom

"Handle these glass shards."

month, she found the furnishings at

felt a little cold in the house.So she hurriedly opened the curtains in the apartment to let

she felt that as long as modern women could earn enough money, they could live a good single

whatever they wanted in their own apartment, and they

life recently that she could almost

entered the house, she pretended not to

she was not afraid of being awkward.She did not know how to communicate with Patrick now and she refused

him.He knew her apartment very well and took the electric kettle to boil the water.He also took out a new set of cups and a porcelain pot of black tea from

water was boiling and Patrick was making

January, and it was still

water vapor in the air warmed the room

floor, washed his hands, and immediately went

stood at the door of the bedroom and looked at