The ward Shelly lived in was a vip ward, and the room was very well equipped with all kinds of facilities.
After Blanca Roach and Matthew Grant went in, Blanca Roach whispered for Matthew Grant to go sit down on the sofa, while she herself carried the thermos bucket and walked over.
“Why are you guys here again, Blanca Roach you didn’t do something wrong to me to be vain, did you?”
Shelly put the phone down, a little weak-minded herself.
Luckily Blanca Roach didn’t come in when she called earlier.
She unconsciously smoothed her hair, “Bring me food? It’s not poisoned, you would be so kind.”
“Ha … I poisoned?”
Blanca Roach sneered, she placed the thermos bucket on the table, and did not take care of Shelly, just unscrewed the lid casually by itself, and then poured out a bowl of soup, the fragrance instantly wafted throughout the ward.
I have to say, mom’s family chef cooking is delicious!
Blanca Roach’s appetite twitched at the smell.
She licked her tongue and asked tentatively, “You think I want to come, it was my mother who persuaded me to come over as sister-in-law, but I don’t really want to come. It’s a waste of such a good soup for you to drink. Since you don’t want to drink it, I’ll drink it myself.”
Blanca Roach said and brought the pork chop soup to her mouth.
She blew it slowly to cool it, tasted it, it tasted really good, and finished the small half bowl with taste.
Shelly watched in amazement as Blanca Roach did her thing.
The corners of her mouth twitched a few times and she got up from the bed, “Blanca Roach you’re sick, right? You came to my place to drink soup for me?”
She was really getting pissed off.
Blanca Roach blinked and she said sincerely, “I came to bring you soup, but you didn’t drink it. I had to finish the job again, so I had to drink it myself.”
“You!!!”
Shelly was attracted by the smell and couldn’t help but salivate. She watched as Blanca Roach finished her drink and went to serve it again, snatching the bowl and chopsticks out of Blanca Roach’s hands.
“This is what my aunt told you to make for me, I want to drink it!”
“Didn’t you just not drink it?”
“I want to drink it now, what do you care about me?!”
“…”
Blanca Roach watched as Shelly snatched her bowl away and took it upon herself to serve herself a bowl.
She was full of wine and started to do something.
“Eat slowly, no one is grabbing from you.” Blanca Roach actually pays quite a bit of attention to detail. Just at the beginning of the door found the spilled meal lying quietly in the doorway, should be Jim Grant sent by Shelly to drop.
This woman’s temper really should be …
She sighed, took her phone out and opened the video.
The video was the one she asked Matthew Grant to investigate yesterday, because Jim Grant’s wedding was grand and the hotel’s surveillance was fully open at that time, so it was easy to get the hotel’s surveillance. Except for the two broken cameras.
Blanca Roach came over this morning in the car to watch the surveillance all times.
She took her intercepts to Shelly, “I actually came today mainly to make sure of one thing with you.”
“What is it?” Shelly said impatiently.
She wiped her mouth in her blue and white striped dress, not expecting that the soup Blanca Roach brought was really quite good, and she couldn’t help but take a few more sips.
Blanca Roach took the phone over, “Look at this first.”