Brucille had a terrible idea. Just like Wang Sixi’s death, it might not necessarily be a simple car accident. There might be a force behind the accident.
If so, he might have underestimated Pollard. This guy was basically a sheepskin wolf, and he was the most ferocious northwest wolf in the wolf pack.
He believed that with his professional means, he would be able to find the information he needed soon.
He shook his head and kept awake. When he returned to the Ching family, he felt that the pressure in this place was much lower than outside. The smoke of gunpowder in the air had not yet dissipated.
Fortunately, the four people of the Ching family all lay down. As the only outsider in the family, he felt like he was walking on thin ice and trembling.
This feeling became more prominent after Melissa went home. He had a sense that the Qins had the same aim at the outside world.
Lying in bed, he couldn’t help thinking a lot.
Recalling the things between him and Pollard, in his limited memory, the two of them ate and met each other no more than ten times.
After closing his eyes, a picture of Pollard’s face was depicted in his mind. He wanted to analyze whether this man was very scheming or not from metaphysics.
Because he seldom looked at people around him. This was not scientific in metaphysics. Generally, people who fortune-tellers would not tell their family fortune.
The reason was very simple. It was difficult to make a fair and objective judgment without distractions under the same roof.
Pollard rarely showed his emotions in public. Except for this serious car accident, Brucille could never see what he was thinking.
Secondly, although Pollard had changed his ways to blow him, but most of the time he just stayed at the level of flirting with people. He did not really say dirty words to or even insult him.
Compared to the others, Brucille was relatively friendly. He seemed to invite Brucille to drink occasionally, although Brucille repeatedly refused.
Pollard’s eyes proved that he always had more things to think than others. Such people might be thinking about their own interests all the time.
In short, he was definitely a very shrewd wolf. When he lurked around you, he would be as considerate as a little sheep, but when he opened his fangs, you would be dead.
Brucille let out a long sigh and then fell asleep silently.
He had an elder sister who was “illly”. He wondered how she would torture him tomorrow.
It was drizzling at midnight, and Brucille could clearly hear it through the window. The rain was getting heavier and heavier at dawn, and it became heavy at seven or eight o’clock later.
The heavy rain woke the whole family up. Tyrion went to work on the bus while Sabrina and Monique accompanied Melissa at home. Of course, Brucille would be responsible for buying breakfast.
He put on a black umbrella with a human character and passed through two streets. Then he came to this old store selling soybean milk. Sabrina and the Qin sisters loved this house of soy milk and fried dough sticks the most.
After packing up these food, he returned to the way he came. There was already a deep watering on the road. A black Passat passed by at an ambulance speed and poured Brucille’s water from head to toe.
Fortunately, the boss wrapped several layers of soy milk and fried fritters before he left, and he survived. Brucille stood at the gate and shouted, “Monique, come and take the breakfast in.”
Monique was surprised to see him like this. “Oh my god, what’s wrong with you? Did you fall?”
“I’m more than twenty years old. Can I fall down while walking? A bastard with no eyes reduced his speed in rainy days and made me like this.”
Monique looked at his man sympathetically and gave him a smile that was like a spring breeze as compensation.
In ancient times, in order to make a smile for his wife, the emperor could even bark like a dog. He could make his wife smile when he went out to buy breakfast, which was a super-worthy thing. So he rushed into the bathroom to take a bath.
She had finally regained her cool and refreshing self.
The three women of the Ching family sat by the table. The atmosphere was not much better than last night. He walked over and sat down. It was obvious that the fourth bowl at the corner of the table was for him.
He gulped down the porridge and ate two fried bread sticks.
After finishing the porridge and fried dough sticks, the mother and the two children did not say a word. Brucille felt that he could not stand it. If he did not speak anymore, his language function might be affected as time went by.
He once read a report that there was a prisoner of war who had been imprisoned in prison for three whole decades during World War II. When he came out, he was completely mute. It was not that someone cut off his tongue, but because no one had spoken to him in the past thirty-seven years.
He said, “Well, soy milk tastes the same as usual.”
Melissa replied mercilessly, “Can’t you be more rational before you speak? You didn’t even eat soy milk. How did you know?”
Brucille became even more embarrassed at this time. “Well, in fact, I mean this fried bread stick or that taste. It’s a little salty.”
Sabrina criticized, “Isn’t it? The whole family has work to do. You are the most free.”
At this time, Brucille wanted to hide under the table or in the bathroom and never come out.
Monique said, “Don’t sit there. Clean up the table quickly. We’ve all finished eating. After that, think about what to do at noon. You can’t let us three beautiful women starve at home, can you?”
“Okay, I’ll do it.”
Madam’s order was that even if she wanted to eat peaches on the moon, Brucille could move a ladder up to help her.
After cooking these tableware in the kitchen, he tied an apron with broken flowers, just like the only male nanny in the house. He walked to the mother and daughter and asked, “Mom, sister, Monique, what do you want to eat for lunch?”
Sabrina waved her hand and said, “I don’t have much appetite. Ask them.”
Brucille maintained his smile like a stewardess and turned his gaze to his wife. Monique said, “I want a chicken stewed with mushrooms and another braised beef with braised beef. It’s best to have a green soup.”
“What about you, sister?”
“Do you know how to make three-piece fish wings? It would be better if you had two steamed abalones.”
Brucille straightened up at this time. There was no doubt that he had eaten every dish he said, but he didn’t know how to cook.
So he said very sincerely, “Sister, these dishes you mentioned are generally available in hotels. We often don’t cook like this. What’s more, we don’t have fish wings. It takes a few hours to get the water heat back, so the possibility of eating them at noon is zero. There are steamed abalones. I can buy some in the seafood market next door.”
“I don’t know anything about Mount Boiled Silk. If it’s Mount Booze Ear Herb, I can handle it because I can’t get out of the sugar slices I made. If you don’t mind, I can try it.”