Fall for you novel Chapter 85

Looking out of the window in confusion, she said, "Max, I have no choice but to believe him."

Because she believed that only beggar could come back.

Her expectation could be paid back day and night.

"You know what? Tell me, how can we get to the countryside?" Max asked slowly.

Said Nina.

On the way, Nina was restless, not knowing what surprise or disappointment to face next.

The so-called surprise was the moment she opened the door, hoping to see the beggar's face, the so-called disappointment and sadness, or that the beggar was not there, or that he was with other women, or even holding one or two children in his hand.

At this time, Ethan called.

After hesitating for a while, Max finally picked up the phone.

"You are still alive! Why do you suddenly call me?" "Mr. Ethan, is there anything I can do for you?".

Then, with a sly smile, he replied, "I just miss you."

"Hypocrite..." There was a flash of smile in Max's eyes.

"What are you doing? Can you spare some time to play in the bar with me? "

"I really don't have time."

"Why not?" Ethan said in a slightly depressing tone, thinking that Max was deliberately going to have a date with him.

"Why? In order to accompany Nana to ask for a beggar. "

Ethan suddenly widened his beautiful eyes, and spoke incoherently, "you two Where are you going Are you looking for beggar? "

Shit, did these two girls know that Howard was a beggar?

"Go to the countryside." Max said helplessly.

He raised his wrist to check the time. It was already half past eight in the evening. 'it's so late. Do they have to find beggar in the countryside?'?

Howard was probably in the bathtub at home, thinking about her baby Nana! What can they find in the countryside!

"Hurry up, Max. It's late now. It's impossible for a beggar to stay in the countryside. Aren't you two afraid of being robbed?" Said Ethan seriously.

"Ethan, since when do you become such a worrywart? I'm driving. Bye!" Max said and drew back her line.

"Hello, Max..." It didn't work even if he roared. He snorted, "I don't think it's a good thing for you to be bitten by a dog."

Then he called Mr. Howard immediately.

Just as he expected, Howard was lying in the bathtub with a layer of froze on his body.

Even so, through the gap that was slightly exposed from the white Molly, it could be seen that the vigorous and tempting wheat skin and strong muscles of Howard.

Hearing the ringtone, he lazily reached for the phone and answered it, "hello..."

"Howard, Nina and that girl Max went to the countryside to find you. It's late now. I'm afraid that something might happen to them." Ethan said in a hurry.

Howard's face softened. A trace of cruelty flitted across his eyes. "When did they send the hair?"

"I didn't ask."

"You bastard!" Hearing that, Howard stood up from the bathtub and said, "come here quickly."

Time was pressing, so he was not in the mood to blame the negligence of Ethan.

"Yes, boss."

Standing on the shower head, Howard simply washed his body and took a white bath towel to wipe the water on his hair and body. Then he walked out with the towel wrapped around his waist.

Maybe it was because he was too nervous, the muscles of his body were tightened, but it was more charming.

He opened the wardrobe, took down the black shirt that was hanging, stretched out his long arms and put it on. Of course, in a hurry, he had to wear a pair of briefs, black suit trousers, black stockings, black crocodile leather shoes.

He was dressed in black, looking like an emperor in the dark night. People could only look up at him, but dared not approach him.

Without wearing a tie, Howard grabbed the car key and ran downstairs.

Behind him came Andrea's inquiry, "my son, it's so late. Where are you going?"

But she didn't get any reply from Howard.

London, England.

In Bonny's private villa.

The decorations in cold hue were luxurious and grand. Bonny had a bloodthirsty smile on her gold seat like an ancient Greek God. She had red nails with coquettish cold light.

Her nails scratched the photos in her hands, and after a sneer, she put the photos on the table, picked up the black revolver, and then squinted one eye to the photo, with a black smile like a Mandragora. "Crack."