Wolf President Hooks Up

Chapter 379: How Many Ex-girlfriends Do You Have?

Bradley went to fix her more dishes with his apron still on. What a good househusband!

...

Hazel walked idly to the dining table. Having just washed her face, her skin looked like a peeled white egg, fair and tender.

Looking over at her, Bradley was taken by surprise. The spoon was held stiffly in his hand, and some soup spilled out.

"Hey! Don't make such a mess even if this isn't your house! Look at what you spilled, idiot."

Hazel frowned and shouted, stomping her feet.

Bradley had a sudden urge to smooth her eyebrows with his hand.

Why was a pretty girl always frowning and roaring like that?

"What? Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I wasn't looking."

Bradley looked down at the soup and apologized, picking up a wiper to clean it up.

Hazel sat there carelessly, crossing her legs and pouting,

"Where has your eyes been? What were you looking at if you were not looking at the soup then?"

Looking at you of course! These words almost slipped out of Bradley's mouth.

"Well, I ... I was distracted...."

"Hurry up and bring me the meal. Stop babbling."

Hazel tapped on her chopsticks like a lord.

Bradley flinched and sighed.

Oh, crap.

As an outstanding student from the police academy, he was ordered around by a little girl.

It sucked.

Bradley served all the dishes and washed his hands before sitting down.

Hazel dug in ravenously and asked

"Wow! You cooked all these?"

Bradley rolled his eyes and said, "Of course! Is there a third person in this house? Who else could it be?"

"Not bad, Bradley, not bad at all. It's really delicious! As a good cat you can catch the rat, and as a good househusband you can also cook! Remarkable!"

Hazel had all her attention on the dishes so that she barely looked at Bradley.

...

Bradley was fluttered. He beamed with great delight, fixed his collar and said proudly.

"It takes you long enough to find out! I have always been a good man, ok? Wait, what did you just say? A cat? You called me a cat?!"

Hazel was chewing the pork with her mouth tilted and some juice on her chin.

guys? Don't you know it's a metaphor? In some cartoons, aren't the cops featured

short. He could only say

That was rubbish.

not going to

dishes, shouldn't

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

if they

heart was beating

hitting his heart

at each other for a

as he looked at

her hand

to you! Did you get your brain

come to himself, his cheeks slightly

to be an alcoholic. A

request gave him a

other day, he was taken to Y Nightclub by Haze, but they came across her ex-boyfriend called Lee or something. Since then,

the seaside in the middle of the night,

she insisted that they sit on the beach, hold each other, and watch

...

a bit cloudy that night. There weren't any stars,

he caught

woman was

couldn't let her drink

himself capable of handling the

after a few rounds of "negotiations", Hazel opened

our youth! What are you waiting for?

still not sure

drinking from a glass but a bottle instead. Good

the cold sweat

cop, how many ex-girlfriends

at Bradley with a wicked

Bradley began to cough.

so startled that he was nearly

that question come

"Why?"

a secret, isn't it? Everyone

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he

truth,

... you go

I'll go first! Oh wait, the figure I'm telling you only include the serious relationships in which we had moved in with each

words gave him

Good for her!

have lived with quite

...

a trembling voice he asked, "You ... you

mischievous

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

so many that she had

a

he was not so much

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