Zoey said thinking of Wyatt suddenly blacking out and imprisoning himself this way and that, and couldn't help but get goosebumps.

Thinking about it she cautiously warned, "Don't you learn from him, or I'll have to leave you and never forgive you again."

In fact, sometimes Wyatt really had such thoughts, only to be controlled by reason, at this time to see her say so prudent, can not help but in the heart some celebration, nodded, "I know, rest assured."

"Well, don't get too close to them in the future." She added uneasily.

"Our case for cooperation will continue for a while, but privately I'll just have less interaction with them."

"Uh-huh."

She yawned as she spoke and rolled over, "I'm sleepy, go to sleep."

"Sleep?"

He laughed, a flash of fire in his eyes as he rolled over and pinned her down, "It's early."

"It's not early, I understand there's still ... something else to do." what was it again?

Before she could think about going on, she was suddenly gagged hard on the lips, and then the next thing she knew, she was swept up in the familiar heat of his movements and couldn't think of anything else.

It wasn't until the next day, when she woke up in a haze and thought back half a dozen more times, that she finally remembered she had something else to say to him.

And yet the guy, the guy who had gotten her sober until now was out the door again.

"Son of a bitch!"

She hammered the covers hard and was not surprised to feel weak in her back and legs.

Never mind, let's just lie down for a while.

She went to solve her physical problems and went back to bed, only to be ready to pick up her cell phone when she saw that he had already sent a tweet, "Are you awake? I've asked them to prepare something delicious for you, so if you're hungry, just say so and have them bring it up for you."

It's pretty considerate, but ... is better.

She tapped out a reply, "Forget it, don't want it."

In fact, it's not that she's not hungry, but last night she did a lot of physical work, and now her stomach is already rumbling, but it's just that, if she lets someone bring her something to eat now, her mother-in-law will definitely mutter again when she sees it.

For the sake of your ears, forget it.

There was a quick reply, "It's okay, I've asked them to bring it to you."

She rolled her eyes before she heard a knock on the door.

There was no choice but to get up and go to the door again.

Outside the door was the family's maid, delivering a breakfast of a large glass of milk and two tiny croissants, the aroma of butter distinctly enticing, in addition to a golden fried poached egg and a small plate of brightly colored carrots with condensed water vapor, delicious at first glance.

Such a colorful breakfast was too good for her to resist.

The maid kept her head down, not daring to look at her as she placed the tray on the table and left.

She was a bit strange, she didn't seem that intimidating, did she? Why didn't you say a word and didn't even dare to look at her?

Suddenly, he had a heart attack, went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, and was stunned.

There were marks on her neck, on her arms, in places she hadn't noticed!

That beast!

No wonder the maid was afraid to look at herself!

Thinking that her appearance just now had been seen in her eyes, her face flamed and she almost wanted to find a hole in the ground to burrow into.

At this very moment, the one who started it all had to send her a message asking, "How's it going? Breakfast is here?"

She resisted and resisted the urge to send a message over to curse, and simply replied, "Uh-huh."

Him, "Take your time eating then, if you're tired rest again, I've already told mom to leave you alone."

She just needs to blow up again. How many people are going to know what we did last night? Oh, my God!