Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1522

Chapter 1522

Mag was knocking on the door while holding a rice cake tray in her hand.
Knocked a few times, inside does not open the door.
She muttered, "What's the little one doing?"
Ford, downstairs, glanced upstairs, sensing that something was wrong, he rushed upstairs in three steps.
"What's going on?" Ford ran to the door and asked Mag. if something happened to the child, they couldn't afford it, especially if it was the Major General's son and the General's grandson.
Mag shook her head, "I'll go in and check it out."
After saying that, Mag took out the key and opened the door from outside.
Ford pushed open the door as soon as it was open.
Only to see inside, Anderson, lying on the carpet, wrapped in a blanket.
It looked as if he was asleep, holding the joystick console tightly in his arms, with one of the console's handles showing in the blanket.
Mag breathed a sigh of relief, "So I fell asleep. Strange, obviously he slept at noon, why did he fall asleep again? I thought he would play for hours."
Ford barged into the room and looked around, nothing out of the ordinary. Then he crouched down next to Anderson and probed Anderson's breathing.
Breath is smooth and there is no problem.
"Maybe these days, he is also tired to. Too much fuss before." Ford said.
Mag walked up, "Sleeping with a toy in your arms. Can you sleep comfortably like that?"
She reached up and swiped her hand, trying to pull the toy out.
Can't help but smoke.
She didn't dare to move too much for fear of waking up Anderson.
Anderson deliberately rolled over and pressed the joystick game console firmly underneath him.
"Forget it, let him sleep."
Ford pulled Mag up, "Let's get out."
Mag nodded her head.
The two men left the room one after another.
Wait until the door closes.
Anderson immediately stood up and he gasped for air.
In a hurry, he took the joystick console out of the blanket. It was a good thing he was smart enough to pretend to be asleep. If they found out he was taking apart the joystick console, he couldn't explain it.
He hurriedly continued to use the fruit fork, screwing back the screws one by one.
The speed of putting it back together is much faster than the speed of dismantling it at the very beginning.
Anderson was relieved to finally have it installed.
With a sweat on his back, he wiped his forehead.
He set aside the joystick game console, then from under the bed, he hid the microphone he had just hidden, as well as the ultra-micro computer, in his own pocket.
After thinking about it, and feeling out of place, I hid it in my pillow.
After thinking about it again, Mag takes care of his life and may change his pillowcase and bed sheet at some point. It is easy to be found and inappropriate, where to hide it?
He looked around the room.
Finally he noticed a place.
This is the access port of the heating, generally when no one is serviced, absolutely no attention.
He removed the panel of the access port and then hid the microphone as well as the ultra-micro computer all inside.
After hiding it, he returned to the carpet where he had just laid down and forced himself to sleep.
Although he had already slept at noon, he still forced himself to sleep.
Because it's daytime, he can't do anything. It's easy to be found.
He needed plenty of rest and spent until no one was around at night, then took the two devices out to study how to use them.
With strong intention, he really fell asleep and slept until dinner time was long past.
Mag really saw that it was too late and went upstairs to wake him up.
"Get up, you haven't eaten dinner yet, aren't you hungry? Everyone has finished eating long ago, we have made a lot of delicious food today and saved it for you." Mag nudged Anderson.