“Miss. Simpson, it’s too hot, let’s go in.”
Trump walked over under an umbrella and shielded her from the dazzling sunlight “Last night I got a new box of jujube juice. Would you like to try it?”
Donald also said “It is said that they are all made from Xinjiang. I wanted to try it last night, and Mr. Patrick would not allow me to touch it.”
Twinkle had just agreed, but eyes glanced inadvertently at the expressionless man in the wheelchair “Is it for me?”
She liked drinking jujube juice, but it did not mean that everyone liked it.
Xinjiang was still a city thousand miles from here by air, it was so expensive.
Patrick glanced at her and said nothing.
Donald pushed him into the house, and Trump also took down the umbrella after Twinkle entered the house.
Only then did Twinkle find that the huge villa was actually empty, except for the four of them, she saw no one!
Of course, the unique decoration of the Mediterranean style quickly turned her attention to the interior design of the house. This white and blue style was her favorite. They were looking at her, she was wearing a water-blue long dress, turning around here and running there, as if it were an elf born to add a finishing touch to this house.
“Wow, the color of this wallpaper is simply amazing!”
“For the first time, I saw a mosaic of sapphire blue and pink blue in the bathroom, so dazzling, so beautiful!”
“What a magnificent makeup mirror! It’s still double-sided, there is a magnifying glass function here!”
“Huh, this bunch of wind chimes is exactly the same as what I saw in a hotel in Osaka, old man, have you been to Osaka?”
“Ah, there are sunflowers on the balcony! The flowers are beautiful! Are they real flowers?”
As she ran around, she sighed endlessly and marveled at the fact that the lifeless house had become lively because of her arrival.
Patrick stayed still, his eyes coming and going with her erratic figure.
Finally, she felt tired after running around and ran back to him breathlessly, squatting in front of him “You, you are too corrupt, too wasteful, too extravagant! Such a beautiful house, you actually want to redecorate it, ah, and, I just saw a chimney outside, why didn’t I find the fireplace? ”
Patrick looked at her deeply and said nothing.
Donald smiled and said, “Miss. Simpson, the fireplace is in the living room on the second floor, we have never used it.”
After hearing the words, the little girl quickly turned around and flew upstairs.
“Miss. Simpson is so cute.”
Donald released Patrick’s wheelchair and walked aside to get Patrick’s pair of slippers and placed them before him “Mr. Patrick.”
Patrick didn’t move.
Deep eyes kept staring at the direction of the stairs, and after a while, he said “I don’t need them.”
Donald was surprised “But Miss. Simpson is your future wife …”
From Donald’s point of view, Mr. Patrick had been looking for Twinkle for half a year, and he should not be able to let go of this girl who saved himself, but the girl he really missed now became his fiancee half a year later, and the wedding was about to be held. Anyone will cherish it.
Or was it that he misunderstood Patrick’s thoughts? and Mr. Patrick did not care about Miss. Simpson at all?
“Don’t guess my thoughts casually!”
Patrick’s eyes, sharp enough to understand everything, gave Donald a harsh look.
Donald immediately put the slippers back and stood back to Patrick.
After a while, the aqua blue figure stepped down on the ivory white steps, she crouched in front of Patrick again, took one of his hands, her eyes excited, half-coquettish and pleading Don’t do it! It’s fine! Please do not redecorate it! Okay? ”
Patrick said nothing.
She took his big hand and shook it “Please, okay? I like to live in a house like this. I like blue the most. I like sunflowers and large fireplaces the most. I like royal blue mosaics with the white ones. And the spinning ladder! ”
Patrick’s eyes glanced at her fair-skinned little hand and nodded “Okay.”
Twinkle smiled in surprise, letting go of the moment his big hand got up “You are so good!”
Patrick opened his eyes slowly, without looking at her.
She smiled and asked again “Right, after I move in, which room do I live in?”
The originally pleasant atmosphere instantly condensed!
Donald raised his eyebrows in surprise, and faced Twinkle’s childish and innocent little face, all the blaming thoughts were suppressed.
She was only 18 years old and they had her share the room with Mr. Patrick, maybe it was really too early.
Trump spoke very calmly “Miss. Simpson, I thought your mother must have taught you what a woman should do after marriage. What have you done just now? You have seen it before, I believe you have found you The bedroom suite that will be shared with Mr. Patrick. ”
Trump was four years older than Donald, already married and giving birth.
His wife was his sweetheart, and she had been following Patrick since her childhood. Not only that, she had deep research on medicinal diet, Japanese, Italian, French cuisine, etc. Her superb cooking had also conquered Patrick Tricky taste buds and had become Patrick’s master chef.
A pale embarrassment appeared on Twinkle’s cheek.
Perhaps in the eyes of her mother, she was a child who was not familiar with the world, but in the eyes of the Lees Family member, she was already a woman who had to fulfill her responsibilities and obligations.
The difference was clear.
Confused and anxious, she turned to the man in the wheelchair and was surprised that the man was staring at her with extremely sharp eyes.
She squeezed her fist. On the issue of principle, she felt that she needed to make it clear to him “Talk alone!”
“No need.” Patrick’s voice was very quiet, but extremely simple “The people living in this house have no secrets.”
With the cleverness of Twinkle, she already understood his deep meaning if she wanted to live in, then there will be no secrets between them!
And he made this clear before she married, saying that he was giving her the opportunity to repent and choose!
The pink fist tightened again, and she took a deep breath “Sit down and let’s talk slowly!”
Patrick “I am always sitting.”
Twinkle was speechless.
Trump and Donald were separated, and all the big and small curtains of the home were closed. The darkness was about to cover this world. The large and small crystal lights of the home were turned on. In the blue room of the Mediterranean style, the yellow light was beautiful. At first glance, it looked like a crystal palace in a fairy tale.
A glass of jujube juice was placed in front of Twinkle.
She sat on the sofa a little embarrassedly, picked up a big pillow and hugged it in front of her chest, and did not dare to look up “I thought that for this marriage, the reason why you would agree is because we share a tacit understanding.”
Patrick propped his chin in one hand, his delicate lip line squeezed, and he could hear it very seriously “What do you mean by tacit understanding?”