Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 571
Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 571
Mason looked up; his expression was iprehensible. “Sit down.”
White Python and ck Python finally took their seat upon receiving his permission.
“How was her training today?” Mason took a sip of coffee. He was wondering about J’s physical
fitness.
“Um…” White Python hesitated; he kept looking around the room. In the end, his gaze fell on Mason’s
face and he gave a determined answer. “She was pretty good!”
After he said that, Mason lit a cigarette he took out from the cigarette case. Slowly, he uttered,
“Really?”
“She’s slightlycking in boxing, but pretty good at other sports!” said ck Python as he ducked his
head down nervously.
“Oh? Boxing!” Mason let out a low chuckle and crossed his legs. “What else did you teach them
today?”
As soon as he said that, the waiting room fell silent. The corners of White Python’s mouth twitched. He
didn’t expect Mason to ask something like that. He gulped hard. “Currently… we only taught them
boxing!”
Upon hearing that, both Sean and Mason were rendered speechless. So, what did they mean when
they said that she wascking in boxing and pretty good at the others? They only taught her boxing!
Sean nearly couldn’t hold back hisugh. On the other hand, Mason sucked in the smoke from the lit
cigarette and exhaled slowly. His expression behind the smoke was inexplicable.
ck Python really hoped Mason could train J by himself. He couldn’t do it anymore! Yet, if he
were to say that, what awaited him would be a trip to rural Africa. Therefore, he said cautiously, “I really
can’t teach Miss Jackson boxing anymore. She doesn’t have the fundamentals!” Pausing for a moment,
he then promised, “But, I can help her with the other sports.” At least there was a rock climbing
categoryter. J wouldn’t need their guide because she was even better than them when it came to
rock climbing!
Upon hearing ck Python’s promise, Mason did not force him further and he nodded. “Fine. As long
as you don’t hurt her!”
As soon as he said that, his right-hand men breathed sighs of relief. When did Young Master Mason
be so sensible?
“Don’t worry, Young Master Mason. You don’t have to worry about Miss Jackson’s safety. After two
weeks, she’s still going to be the same Miss Jackson. We won’t let anything happen to her!” After ck
Python said that, he stood up and was ready to leave.
Suddenly, Mason called him. Turning around, he saw Mason take out two spray bottles and put them
on the table. Then, he said in a low voice, “Bring these to her!”
Sean smirked at Mason’s behavior. Yesterday night, Mason found someone to send him the most
expensive and effective repair cream and sunscreen in the world. Every bottle was custom made for
the rich and they were priced at an eight-digit figure each. Mason was willing to spend to such an
extent just so he could protect J from sunburn.
ck Python nodded and came back to pack the things.
When Mason stared at ck Python’s leaving figure, he recalled what he just said. Is babe really that
weak? Pursing his lips, he thought, Is she really not the head of the MX? Sucking in the finalst bit of
smoke from the lit cigarette, he tapped the cigarette lightly on the ashtray; his peach blossom eyes
looked into the distance.
On the other side, the dinner ended at 6 PM and the students from the performance arts school were
leaving the canteen.
ck Python and White Python happened to arrive at the entrance. When they looked up, their eyes
immediately caught J who was standing amongst the students. Step by step, ck Python
approached her. When he came close to her, he handed the bag in his hand to her and whispered,
“This is from Young Master Mason!”
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Reflexively, J took the bag and whispered back, “He came?”