The next day was one of those rare overcast mornings in the height of summer.

Aunt Nyla woke up from the hospital.

She couldn't have imagined that the next trajectory of her life would be similar to this morning.

She found her phone and opened WeChat out of habit, realizing she had received a link.

That link, pointing to a tweet.

The blogger posted a few screenshots of a chat about her molesting a male waiter at the hospital.

This microblogging was inadvertently discovered by netizens, and once promoted, it immediately caught fire, but the focus of netizens' discussion did not gather on Aunt Nyla, but rather initiated the topic Heartache for the waiter boy.

Others have teased that Little Brother is probably going to have a shadow over women.

Throughout, the netizens are very sensible and there are not many people attacking Aunt Nyla in a big way.

However, looking at a flirtatious and derisive microblog and comment, Aunt Nyla's heart still burned with anger.

Regarding what happened in the hotel yesterday, Aunt Nyla actually had no memory of it.

All she could remember was that she really needed it after the drug had taken full effect.

But then, wasn't she taken to the hospital?

How could she possibly pester a hotel attendant?

Even if she did lose her sanity to that extent, she would never admit to such a strange shame!

Those people on the internet, who don't even know her, much less understand her, what gives them the right to flirt with her with a few screenshots of chats?

Aunt Nyla clicked back to her X homepage and realized that underneath her latest tweet, there were already more than 6,000 messages, all of which were just like the same

"Kneel down and beg Mistress Zhang to spare the hotel attendant!"

"As a hotel attendant, it's so scary! Kneel down and beg Mistress Zhang to spare the hotel attendant!"

The number of comments on Aunt Nyla's tweets has never been so high, and even more so uniform.

"Ah!!!"

Aunt Nyla screamed, the anger in her chest almost exploding.

Without thinking, she tweeted in anger-

"Pure slander! You have one hour to delete the tweet and clarify the facts! Otherwise, I'll see you in court!"

After posting her tweets, Aunt Nyla left the hospital with a belly full of anger.

Never in her wildest dreams did she realize that by making such a scene, she had festered something that everyone had seen as a joke into a hot topic.

Later, someone made a pithy comment that it was rare for Aunt Nyla, as a rich second generation, not to pit her father or her mother, but only herself!

When Aunt Nyla left the hospital, Brian and Joanne just woke up.

Joanne forgot how she fell asleep yesterday, only to know that when she opened her eyes, she was in Brian's arms, they were almost entangled together, and between her legs|there was still an ambiguous feeling.

Suddenly, a scene from last night, a movie screen-like scene swept through Joanne's mind.

The indoor temperature is 26, which is said to be the most comfortable temperature.

Joanne, however, as if burned by the memory of last night, felt as if she was in a furnace, her cheeks burning red as she tried to break free from Brian's arms.

However, as soon as she moved, Brian woke up.

Brian naturally hugged Joanne tighter, hooping her into his arms, an insatiable huskiness in his voice,"What time is it?"

Joanne looked at the time and tried to poke her head out of Brian's arms, "It's almost seven o'clock."

"Uh-huh." Brian has absolutely no intention of letting go anymore, "Sleep a little longer."

"Well ...," Joanne struggled to get up, "I want to go home early and check on Aiden and Romy."

She finally knew what it felt like to be attached, and it wasn't any better than missing.

She had only been away from her two little ones for one night, yet she felt as if she hadn't seen them for the better part of a year.

She wanted to get home early and see her two little ones sooner.

Brian opened his eyes, his deep gaze with the lethargy of the morning, falling on Joanne.

Joanne didn't know why, but she suddenly had a not so good premonition, and couldn't help but pull over the quilt and wrap it around her chest.

Brian hooked his lips meaningfully, "Looks like you already know what I'm thinking."

Joanne shuddered one more time, she may have to lie in this bed today ...

She shook her head, "I don't want to."

Brian then realized that he had really scared Joanne.

The corners of his lips, curved in a satisfied arc.

Joanne froze for a moment before she also reacted to the fact that she had fallen into Brian's trap.

Unwillingly, her fists landed on Brian's chest, but she was clutched by Brian's hand and kissed her on the forehead.

This good morning kiss, came a little late, but full of lingering | lingering.

Joanne's anger, instantly all but disappeared.

In terms of routines, Brian recognizes himself as the second, and absolutely no one dares to call himself the first.

"Well, get up."

Brian clearly got a bargain, but looked like making a compromise, and Joanne got up together, changed into the clothes sent by Winston, and drove home without even having time to eat breakfast.

He'd go back at this hour, take one look at the two little ones, and be on his way to the office again.

If it were before, such behavior would have been tantamount to a waste of time in his eyes.

But now, he was willing.

On the way, Brian contacted Daisy and asked her to issue a notice of the company's dismissal of Aunt Nyla, and in addition, to terminate the cooperation with He Xuan Group.

Daisy didn't ask what happened and followed Brian's orders.

Aunt Nyla soon received a personnel notice from the company that, effective immediately, she didn't have to go to work at Lu's.

She was still trying to get a chance, "I always have to go back and turn in my work, right?"

As long as she was allowed to return to Lu's to see Brian, she still had the possibility of turning the tables.

"No need." The HR department's colleague told Aunt Nyla in a businesslike manner, "What you are responsible for are very simple administrative tasks that don't need to be handed over."

In other words, Aunt Nyla didn't even have a last chance.

"Sh,it!" Aunt Nyla exploded a series of coarse words into the phone out of her mouth, using all the languages she knew in her life, including dialects, just to vent her heart's unwillingness and anger.

Rarely, the personnel department colleagues recuperated very well, let Aunt Nyla to foul language, burst finished, only to calmly but not rude said,"Ms. Zhang, goodbye. Wish you good luck in your future work."

Aunt Nyla was really angry and cursed at the cell phone, "Bullshit!"

She logged on to Twitter once again and found the blogger who broke the story had updated his tweet-

"Hahaha, is not a slander someone knows by heart, want to whitewash themselves or what? Go ah, sue me ah, I can let the netizens see more powerful ah! Tsk tsk tsk, I was afraid you'd wimp out and not dare to go!"

Aunt Nyla felt that this blogger must be crazy. Otherwise, where did she get the guts to provoke her?

Heh, actually trying to threaten her?

She showed her something strong first!

The more Aunt Nyla thought about it, the more unwilling she became, she made a phone call and asked someone to investigate the blogger's real identity, and swore in her heart-

After finding this blogger, she will make sure to let the TA know that there are some people that the TA can't mess with!

When Aunt Nyla investigated the blogger, Brian and Joanne just happened to return home.

Aiden and Romy woke up early in the morning, didn't see Joanne, little Romy had a face that didn't open up and wanted to cry, but in the end, she was still held in Iris's arms and coaxed nicely, so she barely didn't cry out.

Little Aiden looked around, didn't see his mom or dad, and flattened his mouth, no matter how much adults coaxed him, he didn't want to drink the milk.

Iris and Martha were at their wits' end, and when they were at their wits' end, Brian and Joanne finally came back.

As soon as little Romy saw her mom and dad, she immediately crawled over to them with her hands in the air, and Aiden finally caught the bottle and began to drink the milk with one sip.

Iris followed suit and sighed in relief, saying, "If you guys don't come back, I really won't be able to handle these two little guys."

Joanne hugged little Romy, kissed the little one's face and asked with a smile, "How were they last night? Were they obedient?"

"Last night was very good." The old lady was very pleased, and then her words changed, "But this morning, I couldn't get them to behave even with all my life's cultivation. Romy wanted to cry, and Aiden refused to drink any milk, almost making Martha and I worried."

Joanne smiled, "You guys worked hard, now that I'm back, leave the next thing to me." Saying this, she stroked little Romy's face, "Baby, did you miss your mom?"

Little Romy grabbed the milk bottle, blinked her eyes, looked at Joanne adorably, kissed Joanne on the cheek, and called out with a not-so-standard pronunciation, "Ma Ma--"

Joanne's heart almost melted, "Good boy."

At this time, Aiden also climbed to Brian's side, Brian stretched out his hand towards him, he obediently took Brian's arm, stood up, and the whole person snuggled into Brian's arms.

Little Aiden was very happy and looked at Brian and grinned, his cool eyes were full of excitement.

Brian suddenly felt that even if the time was rushed, it was right for them to come back.

Sometimes the meaning of reunion and companionship does not depend on the length of time.

During breakfast, Joanne wanted to put Romy down, but as soon as she let go of her hand, the little girl screamed, protesting and looking at her pitifully as she held on to her hand.

Joanne softened and compromised, "Okay, mommy will hold you and eat!"

Little Aiden also obediently sat on Brian's long legs, her eyes moving with the food in Brian's hands.

Brian handed the cup with milk to Freya Yu's mouth, the little guy hesitated for a moment, but still opened his mouth and tasted a mouthful of milk.

It was less flavorful and less sweet than the milk he usually drank.

He looked at Brian and furrowed his brows in a tangled manner, as if he was wondering why his dad would drink something so hard to drink.

Iris watched Aiden's reaction and smiled, letting Romy taste a mouthful of milk as well, the little girl smacked her lips and didn't mind it at all, sighing contentedly as if she could still drink half a cup.

Iris was surprised for a moment, "Our little Romy isn't a picky eater."

Joanne rubbed the tip of Romy's nose, "Snack goods."

"Yikes!"

Little Romy seemed to be happy and let out a dolphin sounding squeal, causing Iris and Joanne to laugh out ...