Don't Annoy My Boss Daddy novel Chapter 122

"Get lost!"

I couldn't bear it anymore. I yelled at Brandon and ignored him with my back to him.

"This man is shameless to the extreme. If I continue to talk to him, I'll just be asking for trouble. I don't want to argue with him anymore."

After such a long time, I was really tired. I lay down and fell asleep.

I slept soundly this time. When I woke up again, it was almost noon. I opened my eyes and looked at the sunlight outside the window. I opened them with difficulty.

I turned to look at my side. Brandon was nowhere to be seen and I heaved a sigh of relief.

I took out my mobile phone and saw that there were many missed calls from Dylan. I remembered that when I and Evie were taken to the police car last night, I called Dylan. He didn't answer because he should be calling me now.

I didn't call Dylan. Anyway, the matter has been solved, and there is no need to tell him now.

I sat up and picked up my skirt from the ground. I was going to put on my clothes and leave, but when I found my shirt, it was already so rotten that I couldn't wear it anymore.

Looking at the clothes torn by Brandon last night, I had an impulse to cry. "Why does this Brandon have to be so violent every time? I was poor to begin with, and now I am ruined one of my clothes. How can I have so much money to buy new clothes?"

I sighed irritably and paced back and forth in the bedroom, trying to find a suit of clothes to wear. I couldn't be naked, could I?

My clothes were taken back two days ago. Now, I don't have any clothes in this house.

Finally, my gaze stopped on Brandon's shirt in the bathroom.

He wore this dress yesterday. Although he had worn it, Brandon had a habit of cleanliness. Even if his clothes were washed, they were not dirty.

Brandon seemed to like wearing white shirts. I've seen him wear the most, which were white and black.

Brandon's face appeared in my mind. I shook my head and tried my best to drive him out of my mind. His figure appeared more and more frequently in my mind. Recently, I was possessed. I always told myself that I hated Brandon, but I couldn't help but think of him.

I quickly put on Brandon's clothes and walked to the living room. There was no one in the living room. Brandon was nowhere to be found.

"He also said that he would send me back this morning. Now he has left early. I guess he has forgotten me."

I complained about Brandon in my heart, but we had nothing to do with each other, and I had no right to say anything. I picked up my bag and planned to leave.

Although it would definitely attract a lot of people's attention if I went out in Brandon's clothes, I had no other choice but to wear his clothes and leave. Wearing men's clothes to attract the attention of many people. It was better than going out naked.

I can't do something like walking on the road naked.

I really wanted to leave. At this time, the door opened and Brandon appeared in my sight.

He wore a black shirt and a pair of pure black trousers, which made his legs look even more slender. Brandon raised his sword-shaped eyebrows when he saw that I was wearing the shirt he had changed yesterday.

"Where are you going?"

Brandon walked up to me and spoke indifferently.

"Where else can I go? Of course I'm going home. Do I have to stay here forever?"

I raised my head and looked into his eyes, my face full of dissatisfaction.

"I'll send you back."

He didn't force me to stay. He easily promised me to leave and was ready to send me home.