The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

The next day, the weather was clear and cloudless.

The golden sunlight shone on the snow on the roof, creating a variety of wonderful and gorgeous spots of light.

Lindsey woke up from her nap and didn’t see Bruce, nor Old Mr. Grant, so she simply laid back down and continued to catch up on her sleep.

After an hour of dazed sleep, two people came back from outside and entered the room with light footsteps.

Lindsey opened her eyes and sat up rubbing them. “Grandpa, why are you up so early.”

Old Mr. Grant’s face looked much better than yesterday, pushing Bruce, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and said, “Bruce is fine for now, the doctor said he can go back for further observation.”

“Then I’ll notify Cary to come over for the procedure.” Hearing that she could be discharged from the hospital, Lindsey immediately held the handrail and tried to stand up. “It’s really not very comfortable to stay here on a New Year’s Eve.”

“I’m sorry to make you suffer.” Bruce reached out to help her. “I’m sorry.”

Lindsey’s heart fluttered and she lifted her eyes to look at him incredulously. “You remember?”

Bruce carefully discerned her words and nodded gently. “Yes.”

Lindsey looked at him in a daze and burst into tears of joy. “That’s great …”

Bruce’s eyes reddened as he took her into his arms with a long sigh.

“Well, how old are you to be so excited about that.” Old Mr. Grant grunted and turned around and headed out of the hospital room.

Lindsey lowered her head and, out of sight of Old Mr. Grant, spat out her tongue, in a loud voice, and motioned for Bruce to sit down and go pack his own things.

Although he was allowed to be discharged, he still had to undergo continued treatment.

Cary gave Bruce a pair of hearing aids so that he could talk to him without yelling and arguing.

Hector accompanied Larissa back to her hometown during her annual vacation and went to Dongjiang when she returned.

Lindsey, because Bruce’s discharge from the military was a foregone conclusion, simply quit her job in Dongjiang to focus on Huai Ai.

After the Lantern Festival, Bruce’s head wound basically healed, Old Mr. Grant also moved out of Nine Lakes Mountain, with Bruce and Lindsey, back to the L city’s old home.

The Grant family shrine is always taken care of and cleaned, so it does not look dilapidated.

Old Mr. Grant over the years, although in a position of power, even after retiring influence is almost unmatched. But never give the old family side opened any convenient door, not even too much contact with the local garrison troops.

This time back is also quiet, two ordinary can not be ordinary car, in addition to The Grant family village people, who do not know Old Mr. Grant to L city.

After the incense, Old Mr. Grant led Lindsey and Bruce walked around, stepping in the drizzle, slowly returned to the Grant family ancestral old house.

Old Mr. Grant’s grandfather left the house, has been very dilapidated a mud house, inside the basic has been unable to live.

The village wanted to help renovate the house several times, but Old Mr. Grant did not agree.

Repairing the house is a small matter, but I’m afraid that someone will take this opportunity to publicize something that has no shadow and ruin the reputation of The Grant family.

After standing outside the door for a while, Old Mr. Grant shook his head and walked towards the village headman’s house.

The Grant family village is located in a remote location, surrounded by mountains, the air is fresh and intoxicating.

The mountain road into the village has been rebuilt into a concrete road, the village’s young and strong, but also basically went to The Grant family, open in the Huifeng County factory to work. There is a shuttle bus to pick up and drop off in the morning and evening, so relatively speaking, the conditions are not too bad.

When we sat down at the village head’s house, Old Mr. Grant accompanied the village head to talk, Lindsey could not intervene, so he dragged Bruce to visit outside.

In Waifeng County for a day, because the trip news leaked, the three grandchildren did not stay overnight that night, directly away.

School was already in session, and Lindsey quit her job to do nothing but stay with Bruce in rehab.

On the day of Valentine’s Day, Bruce went to the hospital for a follow-up appointment, and Lindsey had a maternity checkup, and it was already noon when Edward called, saying there was a charity event in the evening and asking if they wanted to go to it.

“What kind of charity event?” Since the opening of the charity hospital, the shortage of funds in the Hui Ai account was getting bigger and bigger, and Lindsey was particularly interested in this kind of activity where someone was willing to pay for it.

At this end, Edward flipped through the event description and smiled, “It’s a magazine’s tenth anniversary celebration, Wind Entertainment is the organizer, and Karen said she wants you to join her.”

“Someone is pestering her, that’s why she dragged me in.” Lindsey broke his intention in one word and laughed, “For your sake, I’ll go.”

“6:00 p. m., Scenic Restaurant on the top floor of the Regency Hotel.” Edward gave the address and added, “I’ll arrange for you to go up through a special passage when you get there.”

“Understood.” Lindsey hung up the phone and looked at Bruce with a sideways smile. “There’s a charity event tonight …”

Bruce’s wounds were healed though, his hair hadn’t grown out much yet, and he was still thin and looked a bit intimidating.

He pointed to his face and asked with a smile, “Will I scare people if I go like this.”

“It’s better to scare people, so they don’t have to compete with me for you.” Lindsey held his hand and murmured softly. “At the Spring Festival, when I saw Hailie, I wanted to choke her to death.”

“That bad.” Bruce leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, laughing, “I just can’t remember anything, but I won’t forget you.”

Lindsey gave him a blank look, almost rehashing what he had just woken up to, but thought better of it.

There’s a saying that those who don’t know are not guilty.

He really didn’t know himself at the time, so it’s not surprising that he would say something like that.

The second time he was discharged from the hospital, he apologized to himself as soon as he got home, and that was the end of the story, so there was no need to go over it.

After the New Year, the air is still very cold, the snow on the ground has almost melted, and everywhere is dirty.

When passing by the department store, Lindsey wanted to get out of the car and go in to buy something, but when she saw the sludge on the ground, she didn’t bother to move.

When I got home, the logistics were ready for lunch.

Lindsey went to the back of the yard to find Old Mr. Grant, and was amused to see him training the dogs.

The German shepherds were very well behaved, and when Old Mr. Grant told them to sit, they all sat still with their ears pricked up.

After watching from the sidelines for a while, Lindsey couldn’t help but say, “Grandpa, it’s time to eat.”

“Spiritual or not?” Old Mr. Grant pointed to the dog and asked with a smile, “Does it look like a soldier.”

“Yes.” Lindsey nodded amused. “You can train a dog, Grandpa.”

Old Mr. Grant looked back at her and said with a smile, “I learned it from Old Mr. Gregor, I told him there were some puppies over here and he was so anxious that he almost came over.”

Lindsey was speechless, thinking that these two old people are really.

When they got back to the main yard, they hadn’t even entered the house when they heard someone yelling at the door.

Old Mr. Grant pricked up his ears and listened, raising an eyebrow in disdain. “This guy can pick his time.”

When Lindsey heard him say that, she guessed it was Old Mr. Gregor, and greeted Bruce as he came out.

“What’s wrong?” Bruce came out of the living room and looked at Lindsey in disbelief. “Why is Grandpa angry.”

Lindsey smiled, took his arm, and said quietly, “Grandpa Gregor is here.”

Bruce smiled back and went to the door with her with a relaxed look.

Old Mr. Gregor was standing right outside the door, lecturing the guards like they were nothing, in spite of his status.

Lindsey didn’t dare to laugh, and politely invited him in.

“Where’s Old Mr. Grant.” Old Mr. Gregor back hands, dragon walk into the gate, squinting a look around, remembering can not stammer. “This is a great place, such a big yard, you can grow a lot of vegetables.”

Lindsey did not hold back for a moment, directly laughing out loud.

This Old Mr. Grant as soon as he saw the land, he thought about growing vegetables and food, no wonder the one from his own family, not willing to stay in the mountains.

It is estimated that this period of time is not less annoyed.

After passing the shadow wall, Old Mr. Gregor, as soon as he saw Old Mr. Grant, immediately raised his chest and asked in a medium voice: “Old man, where is the puppy you said.”

“Are you in such a hurry, asking for something with such a strong bottom.” Old Mr. Grant pretended to be upset and turned around and went into the living room.

Old Mr. Gregor grunted and lifted his feet to follow.

Lindsey gave Bruce a gentle tug and laughed, “Two old codgers.”

“Shhh …” Bruce made a gentle gesture of silence and laughed too. “Be careful they hear you and turn around and lecture you.”

Lindsey spat out her tongue and took his hand and slowly walked towards the living room.

The two older ones were arguing very hard, Old Mr. Grant refused to give the dog away for nothing, and Old Mr. Gregor insisted.

The result was a disagreement that immediately turned into a passing tactical argument contest.

Lindsey was a little hungry, and after waiting for a while and not seeing them want to stop, he had to interject, “Lunch is ready, why don’t you guys continue the discussion when you’re done?”

Old Mr. Gregor heard that the lunch was ready, and immediately said to stop fighting.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Old Mr. Grant grunted coldly, got up and went to the dining room.

Lindsey was used to seeing the two fighting, so she didn’t say anything and pulled Bruce over to sit.

The food was sumptuous, and Lindsey’s favorite fish was cooked over a wood fire.

When everyone was seated, Old Mr. Gregor took a bite of the fish and was overwhelmed with praise and asked to stay.

“That’s absolutely not okay!” Old Mr. Grant put down his chopsticks and flipped his face. “You are not a lonely old man. What is it to live in my house? ”

Old Mr. Gregor didn’t give in. “Then you go back to the mountain.”

“No!” Old Mr. Grant’s tiger eyes flashed. “I am discharged from the army.”

Old Mr. Gregor snickered and slowly put a piece of fish in his mouth. “I’m out of the army, too. Living in your house is not a form of partisanship. ”

Lindsey buried his head to eat and slipped away as soon as he was full.

Bruce ate more slowly because of his injury and punished Lindsey severely when he came out. “You have no conscience, you can’t wait for me.”

“I’m not going to be cannon fodder.” Lindsey bristled and walked slowly towards the side yard, holding her back.

Bruce followed him and said softly, “Wait for me inside, I’m going out.”

“What?” Lindsey stopped and looked at him suspiciously. “To go somewhere.”

“Why don’t you come along?” Bruce put on a very difficult face and dropped his head with his arm around her shoulders, “Go now, you’ll still be back in time for the charity event this afternoon.”

Lindsey saw his insistence, so she gave up the idea of going back to the house to take a nap, followed him to the car and left the old house.

Out of the city center, the car drove all the way to the suburbs, and the scenery became more and more desolate.

After Moon Pavilion, the roadside is full of rows of homes and many sheds.

Lindsey looked around and couldn’t help but ask, “You’re not taking me to see a shed, are you?”

Bruce retracted his eyes from the phone, twisted his head to look out the window, and his sword brows instantly furrowed. “Wrong road …”