Submit to the Boss He Rules the Boardroom and the Bedroom novel Chapter 671

Chapter 671 Ms. Mitchell is Back

It wasn't until he rushed back to the hospital from Sunbay that August's gloomy face eased a little. Lucia understood the reason for his sullenness, silently

settled the two children, and then returned to his ward.

The door had just been closed tightly, and before she could speak, her slender body was already wrapped in the scorching hot chest, and then the cool lips

with a breath of mint immediately fell on her forehead.

"August, about Sunbay. She raised her eves slightly, looking at August with some worry.

August's arms tightened tightly, as if he was afraid that she would disappear. While nodding his head, his thin lips lightly touched her ear, and his magnetic

voice was slightly hoarse. "Promise me, don't interfere with this matter."

As she said that, the delicate kisses had already landed on her temples, and then gradually extended to her lips, gradually changing from soft to fierce.

She rested her palms on his thick chest, felt the hot temperature from her fingertips, and involuntarily narrowed her eyes slightly, subconsciously

responding to him.

The clothes of the two of them quickly fell off, and the hospital bed began to rustle regularly.

The blush on Lucia's cheeks gradually dissipated, she dragged her sore legs out of bed, secretly glanced at the man on the bed, quickly lowered her eyes and

turned away, and muttered softly: "You don't look like a sick patient at all."

When August heard the sound, the corners of August's lips raised a small arc unconsciously, and the magnetic voice sounded slowly, "I'm not sick of

physical problems.”

She really wanted to ask why August could say such brazen words without blushing or panting.

It doesn't matter if the two of them are in the bathroom, in the car, or in the office, but now they are still in the hospital...

Thinking of this, Lucia's cheeks were burning hot, and she wished she could find a crack in the ground to get in, and felt more and more ambiguous in the

ward.

Fortunately, there was a knock on the door, breaking the atmosphere in time. Burton pushed the door open and said respectfully, "President, the villa has

been packed out according to your instructions."

Pack the villa?

Lucia raised her eyes and asked suspiciously, "What are you doing cleaning up the villa?"

"Discharged." August had already got off the bed, and the ambiguous words seemed to be responding to her, but also seemed to be telling Burton.

A look of hesitation appeared on Burton's face, his eyes turned to Lucia, and then he quietly closed the door to go through the discharge procedures for the

two of them.

Lucia stepped forward to stop him, and immediately said, "No, your injuries are still not healed, so you can't be discharged from the hospital." August took advantage of the situation to wrap her arms around her waist, and gently pushed her into his arms. The two of them leaned against the bed

according to inertia. The distance between the tip of their noses was less than a millimeter, and their posture seemed extremely ambiguous. "You will take care of me when I get home." He gently approached her ear, spreading his warm breath, "Or do you think the hospital is more exciting..." While speaking, his hands had already restlessly penetrated into the hem of her clothes, teasing the sensitive area he was most familiar with. After a few simple movements, Lucia's legs were already weak, and her breath was short of breath.

She pushed August away with the last sliver of reason, adjusted her breathing with difficulty, and then said with blushing, "Aren't you going to be

discharged from the hospital?"

"I don't want to be discharged from the hospital now." August looked at him teasingly, and said slowly, "I also think the hospital is more exciting." "You...!" Lucia was ashamed and annoyed, staring at him angrily, and finally gradually lost under his scorching gaze, dragging August out of the hospital

softly.

Returning to the Adams villa after a five-year absence, Lucia feels as if everything happened yesterday.

The main reason is that nothing in the villa has changed, the furnishings and furniture are still there, and even the servants are the same people who served

her back then.

"Ms. Mitchell, you're back..." Turner's voice was trembling, and as soon as he saw Lucia enter the door, he immediately rushed forward.

Surprised and delighted, Lucia exchanged warm greetings with Turner for a long time before Turner's eyes fell on the two children behind her, "These two

are..."

Only then did Lucia react with belated awareness, and when she came back here, she was no longer the little girl she was back then, she hurriedly took the

two children to her side, and introduced with a smile: "They are my children, Timothy and Janet."

Timothy and Janer saw that Turner was very kind, so they didn't show any seriousness, but greeted her obediently, "Mrs. Turner is good."

Turner's heart melted when she heard the tender and cute voice. She agreed twice, her eyes were a little moist, and she leaned down to get close to the two

little guys. Lucia's eyes were sour after watching this scene.

August grabbed her shoulders at the right time, and whispered: "Turner will be responsible for Timothy and Janet's daily life from now on."

Lucia turned sideways, looked at him with a smile in her bright eyes, and they both knew each other at the same time.

After adjusting her emotions, she looked at the two little guys and said, "Mrs. Turner's cooking is delicious, do you two want to try it?"

The two little guys were obviously looking forward to being recognized by the mother with a tricky taste. After all, they both had Chinese stomachs after eating Western food for many years. They immediately grabbed Turner's hand and yelled that they were hungry.

In a blink of an eye, only Lucia and August were left in the living room. He gently held her soft little hand, and pulled her all the way to the door of the

bedroom.

Lucia stopped in vain, and glanced at the guest bedroom opposite the bedroom. Her eyes were full of hesitation and loss. It seemed that she was thinking of

the past, and her steps began to involuntarily move closer to the guest bedroom.