When we got back to Grant Residence, Charlotte said she had something to do and didn’t get out of the car, Bruce didn’t want to ask more questions, so he watched her car go away and took control of the wheelchair and went back to the courtyard.


    Lindsey was typing on herptop when she entered the door. The lines on his face softened and he said with concern, “Have you eaten dinner yet?”


    “You’re back.” Lindsey smiled and looked up, “Haven’t you eaten yet.”


    Bruce was silent for a second, slid his wheelchair closer, and replied sullenly, “The guests at the party turned my stomach down, so I didn’t eat much.”


    “Do you want me to go get you a bowl of noodles.” Lindsey saw that he looked really bad, so she put down herputer and looked at him carefully: “Who did you see that made you so unhappy.”


    Bruce said viciously, “Edward.”


    Lindseyughed out loud, took his hand like a child and got up to walk to the restaurant.


    He didn’t know why he didn’t like Edward, but he was disgusted by the sight of him.


    The weather is getting colder every day, and Christmas is arriving on schedule without you knowing it. While the city was filled with Christmas carols, Lindsey was struggling to meet her exams in a few days, which could not have been more sour.


    When she returned to the Grant Residence after a long day of sses, she just wanted to continue memorizing in peace, but Bruce had to take her out to rx her brain.


    Lindsey remembered the text message from Charlotte at noon, so she reluctantly agreed and put on her coat to go out with Bruce.


    The air was dry and the cold wind cut her face like a knife, Lindsey covered her jacket tightly and shivered as she looked at Bruce beside her, “It’s cold here.”


    Bruce’s face floated charming gentle smile, gently pull her to sit on hisp, buried his head to the nape of her neck murmured: “Close your eyes, listen to mymand.”


    “Okay.” Lindsey dutifully leaned into his arms and closed her eyes, and after a few seconds or less, she heard him chuckle softly and say, “You can open them now.”


    Lindsey opened her eyes, her ears suddenly heard the melody of westlife’s “My Love”, the pleasant sound of the song, the huge canopy of the opening, countless initials of their own name, the illusion of shing, after thebination and again scattered, into a rainbow from near and far stretched down.


    At the end of the canopy, the bright fire tree lights up one after another, there is Santa us driving a reindeer car slowlye. Passersby have stopped to take photos, suddenly be light music, colorful rose petals sh across the canopy.


    “My sugar,” Bruce smiled softly against her ear, “Merry Christmas.”


    Lindsey looked back at him in shock, her eyes suddenly bing moist: “Merry Christmas.”


    Bruce circled her waist tightly, a pleasantugh spilling out from his lips a little: “Big sister is already waiting, let’s go.”


    Lindsey sniffled, and buried her head in the nook of his neck and rubbed it lightly. “Thanks.”


    Bruce dotingly rubbed her hair, controlled the wheelchair to turn around, and slid in the direction of the car.


    About five meters from the car, Lindsey suddenly had a feeling of distraction, followed by a deft cartwheel, kicking away the murder weapon in the hands of the man following him.


    With a ng, the slender tweezers cut a beautiful arc in the air andnded heavily on the ground. The crowd quickly gathered around and took pictures with their phones.


    The next instant, Lindsey has knocked him to the ground and choke each other, eyes sharp look around a circle,nded on the man’s face sneer: “steal something?”


    “… spare my life …” the man could not breathe, his face white defense: “I just wanted to… . to get some money to spend.”


    This time Bruce also turned around, eyes without any temperature stared at the thief: “Tell the truth.”


    Lindsey tilted her head and tacitly nced at Bruce, mmed the thief unconscious and got up to signal the bodyguard hiding in the crowd to follow up.


    As the onlookers whispered, Lindsey patted her dusty jacket and gracefully returned to Bruce’s side, taking credit for her work: “Did I look handsome in the fight?”Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.


    “Yes!” Bruce took her hand and replied in a serious manner, “Better than me.”


    “You know what to do.” Lindsey smiled smugly, “Let’s go.”


    A small ident, in Lindsey and Bruce’s view, normal can not be in normal.


    However, they never thought that on their way to meet up with Charlotte, the video of Lindsey catching the thief was already on Weibo.


    When they arrived at the suburban vi, they were teased by Charlotte as soon as they entered the living room.


    Lindsey was crying andughing after hearing the story, but did not take it to heart. A few momentster, Mack coolly opens the door and sits down next to Charlotte in a possessive manner, reaching for her phone.


    After sitting and chatting for a while, Charlotte left Mack and went upstairs to the study with Lindsey and turned on the monitor on her desk.


    “There’s a lot of people at the party.” Lindseyzily pulled out a chair and sat down, whispering, “Bruce knows about this, right?”


    “Shhh …” Charlotte made a quick silent gesture and nudged toward the door: “Keep your voice down, he knows about my arrangements, but he doesn’t know I have the monitor on in the study. ”


    Lindsey was embarrassed and thought, “It’s just a surveince, there’s no need to be so mysterious.


    But when she looked at the surveince screen, she immediately shut her mouth, a face instantly red to the root of the ears.


    Phoebe is really a veritable party queen, but is it really okay to wear such a cool dress to molest Edward.


    The doubtful thought just shed by, only to see Edward pushed her away fiercely. A short whileter, a young man with an unfamiliar appearance appeared on camera, and pushed Phoebe against the wall and kissed her deeply on the lips.


    Luckily, the surveince was silent, but the two of them were moving more than fire, and almost had sex in the hallway …


    “Phoebe is actually so open in private.” Lindsey said awkwardly, turning around to see Charlotte’s smile mockingly, and suddenly understood.