After taking the bread, ham sausage and a bottle of yogurt, Viola closed the refrigerator door and turned around happily
Suddenly, her face changed and she screamed.
Sandra stood in the living room, holding a feather duster in her hand. She seemed to be well prepared.
Viola was so scared that she loosened her hand, and the box fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
She looked at Sandra who was standing at the door from nowhere and swallowed hard. "Good, good evening."
"Mrs. Chu, it's late at night. What are you doing?"
At the same time, Sandra played with the feather duster in her hand casually and walked in with her high heels.
"A midnight snack," said Viola whose smile was uglier than crying
"Okay." Sandra nodded her head. She lifted her foot and stepped precisely on the bread and ham falling on the ground.
When she saw that the bread and ham were trampled, Viola felt that her heart was almost bleeding. "You stepped on my thing."
"It's okay. I'll cook for you." Said Sandra, putting her apron on the nails.
With a wave of her head, Viola looked very frightened. "No, no, I don't think so. I'm not hungry."
She smiled awkwardly. She looked calm on the outside, but in fact she was freaking out. She ran upstairs to the study and pushed the door open without even knocking it.
Viola quickly ran to the desk and patted Maynard with her hands, her chest heaving up and down. "Mr. Chu, I need your help."
Hearing that, Maynard raised his head. His sculptural handsome face was revealed. With a faint smile on his face, he said, "Well, tell me."
Viola said in a grieved and indignant tone. She felt like weeping but had no tears. "Please Sandra don't cook any dark food. I can't afford to be hurt."
If things kept going on like this, she would starve to death or be poisoned to death sooner or later.
"Just put up with it." After a short pause, Maynard continued in a calm tone, "I think they just look terrible."
"Are you kidding me?"
"If you have other ways, I won't stop you." Maynard adjusted his posture and sat in a comfortable way. Then he raised his chin slightly.
With an "OK" gesture, Viola took out her phone from her pocket, called someone to order a takeout.
After that, she sat on the sofa in a complacent manner and gave an aggressive smile to Maynard.
Maynard laughed, as if he was mocking her innocence.
About twenty minutes later, the door was pushed open from the outside.
She crazily listened to the sound, and when she saw the person coming in was Sandra, not the delivery person, her face suddenly pulled down, like an eggplant that had been hit by frost.
What made her even more desperate was the takeout in Sandra's hand, which she had been waiting for so long.
"Mrs. Chu, takeout food is not nutritious and you are not allowed to eat it when you are pregnant." Sandra put down the takeout and stared at Viola coldly.
A cold shiver ran down her spine and she was sweating all over. She opened her mouth weakly, trying to say something, but she didn't know what to say.
"I asked Reporter Qi for help because I wanted to eat the food." Maynard, who was busy in his work, raised his head and said expressionlessly.
Sandra looked at them suspiciously.
Hearing that, Viola could not help but nod repeatedly. "Yeah, that's right. Mr. Chu works so late. How could he not eat something to fill his stomach?"
"So that's how it is." Sandra opened the pizza, with a rare loving smile on her face. "Come and eat it while it's hot."
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