Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1523

Chapter 1523

Anderson rubbed his eyes and woke up.
When he got up, he deliberately pressed one hand against the corner of his shirt and then forced himself to sit up.
Just heard, "tear", his jacket ripped.
"Huh. What's that noise?" Anderson pretended to look around and look everywhere.
Finally, I found my clothes torn.
"My clothes are torn, wow!" He pretended to cry.
"Ouch, my little baby." Mag hurriedly advised, "It's just a dress, just change one."
"I don't want I don't want, I want to wear this. This is the dress my mom gave me to wear on her way out. Oooh ..." Anderson really cried out.
It wasn't fake crying, after holding it in for many days, he really wanted to cry. He missed his mom, he missed his dad, he wanted to go home.
Stay here and wonder what will happen tomorrow.
He is strong enough, but he is a child after all.
He cried so loudly and from his heart.
"Don't cry, don't cry." Mag also knew he was homesick and sighed, "I'll fix it for you, wait a minute."
After saying that, Mag left the room.
She went to the first floor and asked Ford for a needle and thread.
In this villa, these items, which carry a certain degree of danger, are required to apply to the guards for use.
Ford brought her needle and thread.
Mag returned to Anderson's room with her needle and thread.
"Good girl, don't cry, take your coat off and I'll mend it for you."
Anderson obediently took off his jacket.
Mag took the jacket.
She opened the needle and thread box and threaded the
Anderson suddenly bumped her elbow, causing the needle in her hand to fall to the floor.
Mag presbyopia, groping on the ground looking for half a day but did not find. She just had to get a needle out again, thread it, and start mending her clothes.
Anderson secretly put his hands behind his back.
The needle just now, he has hidden. The microcomputer needs to be operated with a needle. He deliberately tore his clothes just to get a needle.
After waiting for a few moments, Mag finally patched up her clothes.
Anderson pretended to be happy and put his clothes back on.
Then followed Mag downstairs for dinner. Today's dinner is very generous.
But Anderson ate absentmindedly, his mind was all on the two micro devices. He watched the time and thought to himself that when they all went to bed, he would begin his research.
After dinner.
He was sitting on the couch, playing with a joystick game console.
Pretend to play and laugh at the same time.
Mag was on guard, Ford changed shifts to rest, and now another black-clad guard was guarding the room.
The black-clad guard was obviously harder to talk to than Ford and kept his face stern.
Anderson glances twice now and then.
It was hard to stay up until after ten o'clock, when Anderson finished his shower.
Mag really can't stay up to sleep, "I'll sleep with you today, OK?"
Anderson heard, the heart sank, sleep with him, he still how to study the equipment?
"No, I'm not sleepy."
Mag sighed, "Too much sleep in the afternoon and all the way through the night, no wonder you didn't sleep."
After another hour, Mag couldn't stay up, so she said to the black-clothed guard, "I'll go to bed first, you watch him for a while, and later let him go back to his room and sleep by himself."
The black-clad guard nodded his head.
Mag rushed back to her room to rest.
Anderson pulled up the corners of his lips in triumph, sneaking a smile.
After twelve o'clock, he finally returned to his room alone.