My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 33

W—hen he walked out, his legs were blocked by a drawing board. William Cullen immediately raised his leg and kicked the drawing board away.

Very bad-tempered.

Alice Clyne sighed as she took out the instant noodles. She really didn't expect that her birthday would be "celebrated" with this man.

Her birthday + N.E. CEO + instant noodles.

This was probably the strangest combination, but it happened so literally.

William Cullen was a big eater king, so she simply tore open a few bags of instant noodles, added eggs and sausages and placed them into the pot to boil.

In the end, she had two whole bowls of noodles and a small bowl of noodles.

Alice Clyne placed her face on the table, William Cullen smelled the scent and walked over, while he walked, he made some calls, as though he was instructing someone on some business.

She did not greet him. Instead, she sat down and began to move her chopsticks, stirring the noodles in her small bowl.

She was hungry too.

Although there was no meaning to it, it was better to have some noodles on her birthday.

"It seems to be not bad. You can be considered to be diligent."

William Cullen hung up the phone and sat in front of her. Lowering his head, he smelled the fragrance of the instant noodles and talked with her in a low voice.

Alice Clyne looked at the man in front of her speechlessly.

It was just instant noodles.

His sense of taste and sense of smell must be flawed. All the cooks in the house were renowned in every direction, and even he was looking down on them. Instant noodles were not bad for his mouth.

Alice Clyne didn't say that this was instant noodles, and didn't bother to talk to him either, as she lowered her head and continued eating the noodles.

The orange light of the lamp was as gentle as water, shining on the dining table. The only sound that could be heard was the soft sound of Alice Clyne eating noodles.

At this time, Alice Clyne finally realized that William Cullen was really the descendant of a noble family.

He ate quickly, but without making a sound, maintaining his elegance and dignity.

Although William Cullen was an irritable and impulsive paranoia, because of his noble birth, he was still born with this temperament in his bones, which was completely different from normal people.

Alice Clyne thought as she lowered her head and continued eating the noodles.

Suddenly, a hand snatched the bowl away from her.

She raised her head and looked at the man opposite her in astonishment.

On William Cullen's left hand's side, there were two empty big soup bowls. He was attacking her while eating a third of the small bowl of noodles, still eating with extreme elegance and seriousness.

"This is my noodle," Alice Clyne said dumbly as he watched Yue Yang eat the noodles.

Moreover, this could also be considered as her longevity noodles.

He actually stole her longevity noodles. Was he cursing her for not being able to live longer?

"Who asked you to cook less, I don't have enough to eat." William Cullen fought for the noodles with confidence and boldness, and continued to eat the noodles in the bowl.

Was his stomach space?

Did she deliberately scoop out two big soup bowls were not enough for him? With his way of eating, how could he maintain such a lean figure? This was illogical.

Seeing William Cullen swallow all of his noodles in three gulps, Alice Clyne really wanted to grab a bowl of soup and place it on his noble head.

What kind of person was he? Was he a bandit?

William Cullen gracefully drank the last mouthful of broth from the spoon, pushed the bowl aside and looked at her with his black eyes, "Where's the dessert?"

There should be dessert after dinner.

"You want more dessert?" Alice Clyne could not believe it, "You're not full yet?"

"Not full."

Is he a pig?

Alice Clyne really wanted to retort, but after thinking about it, she held back and said lightly, "You're the one who has acute gastroenteritis, it's best not to eat too much."

She no longer wanted to make him any dessert!

Today was her birthday, not her day of suffering!

Hearing this, William Cullen's gaze turned deeper, as if he thought what she said was reasonable and did not insist. He glanced at the bowls in disdain and said, "Change these inferior bowls, I don't even have an appetite to look at them."

He ate so much without appetite that she wasn't full yet.

Alice Clyne almost went mad, she glared at him resentfully, then stood up and started cleaning up the tableware.

On the other hand, Mr. Cullen, William Cullen was picking on everything in her house.

"This chair is out of style. Change it."

"This ceiling is out of style. Change it."

"This vase is too ugly. Change it."

"Alice Clyne, what taste do you have? You should also change your house's decorations."

No one had asked him to come to her house. She should have changed him the most, he should have disappeared.

After Alice Clyne tidied up the kitchen, he had already disappeared. Had he gone back?

She let out a long sigh of relief, wiped her hands, and walked out of the kitchen. Just as she was about to return to her bedroom, she heard a curse.

"Shit! What lousy bathroom is this!"

William Cullen jumped out of the bathroom wearing only a pair of long pants, with his upper body bare. His perfectly fitting chest and stomach added a lot of sex appeal to him under the light, but his short hair was drenched to the point of being in a sorry state.

"What are you doing in my bathroom?" Alice Clyne was shocked. She thought he had left.

"Take a shower and sleep!" William Cullen was simple and crude.

"This place is too crappy. You don't even have the mood to sleep here. Let me change the location for you!" William Cullen shook the droplets of water in his hair and walked towards her forcefully.

"Change place? "What trade?"

Alice Clyne had not even finished speaking when she was carried away by him with one arm at her waist. She was like a bag as she was directly carried away by William Cullen.

On the night of Alice Clyne's twenty - fourth birthday, William Cullen gave her a huge gift A mansion.