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?"

nephew here, and he has a well-off family and he is very down- to-earth..." Charles gave Christina

you." Christina felt annoyed and looked at the man behind

who was emotionless

the door and pushed Charles into the room in case

as she was about to close the door, the neighbor suddenly remembered something and shouted at her anxiously, "Miss Dickens, I almost forgot to tell

on his phone and asked you to contact him as soon

stingy landlord was looking for

he wanted to raise the

call him

she spoke, she flipped

many missed calls and muttered to herself, "Just in time to

Dickens, are you going to

you not live

in her private life, especially when two men with such outstanding looks

should be very rich,

most afraid that others

a moment, she was

"Yes, I'm going home.”

family, in A City or

ask more, just showing care

Christina only smiled

realized that it was not polite to ask more and said quickly, "It's better to live at home than rent a house

a hand

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

a few glass teacups in the

"Pay for it!"

hurried into the house and shouted at him

just a few broken teacups.How much is

rich and powerful, didn’t take it seriously and

place." Christina took a broom and threw

"Handle these glass shards."

not coming back for half a month, she found the furnishings at home were still

and windows were not opened for a while, and she felt a little cold in the house.So

felt that as long as modern women could earn enough money,

could do whatever they wanted in their own apartment,

it was because Patrick had appeared so rarely in her life recently that she could

the house, she pretended not

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

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

boiling and Patrick was

early January, and it was still cold

very comfortable suddenly when the water vapor in

the floor, washed his hands, and immediately went over to

stood at the door of the bedroom and looked at the two men