You Are The Apple of My Eyes novel Chapter 359

Henry and Adrian owned a luxury apartment.

It was a quiet, low-profile place. No one would think that the president of the Song Group and the president of the Ye Group would have a residence in such an area.

Every weekend, the two of them came to stay here. They turned off their mobile phones to avoid interruptions.

They came to the apartment and began to prepare hot pot.

Chester went to get the drinks while Michelle prepared the ingredients. Nina was washing some fruits in the sink while Henry got the hot pot started.

Everyone had their own task except for Adrian who had nothing to do. He just went around and took photos and posted them in his WeChat Moments.

While Nina was washing some grapes, Adrian walked over to her and picked one from the pile she had already washed. He popped the grape into his mouth and smiled.

"Thanks, Nina," he said. Adrian felt that he had to find something to do, so he said, "I'm going to go play some music."

He then turned around and went to the living room where he turned the stereo on and connected his phone. He played some electronic dance music, the kind of music the DJ played in dance clubs. He cranked up the volume, making the room shake and vibrate wildly.

Alone in the living room, Adrian began dancing and bobbing his head to the music, feeling every loud note in his soul.

Hearing the deafening music from the living room, everyone else stopped what they were doing. They went to check on Adrian and stared at him with cold eyes.

"What's that noise?" Chester asked.

Michelle covered her ears with her hands and pouted to express her protest.

Henry was used to Adrian playing his music in the house, but there were other people here today. He glanced at them apologetically, walked over, and grabbed Adrian by the arm.

"Stop it. Play something else. Your music is not exactly the mood we're going for in this situation."

Adrian smiled and put his arm around Henry's shoulder. "What's the matter? I think..."

Adrian trailed off when his eyes wandered on Nina.

Nina was nestling an apple in her hands, her fingers moving in a somewhat massaging motion. Then, there was a loud, crunching sound. The apple's juices ran down Nina's wrists.

"Okay, okay. I will play something else immediately." Adrian gasped at the sight of Nina crushing an apple with her bare hands. He frantically patted Henry on the shoulder. "Henry, hurry up. My mobile phone, my mobile phone," he said in a fit of panic.

If he did not change the music, he would end up like the apple.

"Calm down," Henry said, grabbing Adrian's right arm and steadying him. He sighed and smiled a little. "Your phone is in your hand."

"What?" Adrian took a look and found his phone in his left hand.

He was so nervous that he pulled up the wrong app on his phone.

"Hurry up! Change the music!" At this moment, Henry was growing anxious.

If John was a fatuous king, Nina was a tyrant.

"There, I've changed it." Adrian replaced his loud, disco music with some smooth piano music.

The living room was at peace once again. Nina turned around, returned to the sink, and washed the rest of the fruits.

"You know what, Nina, I'll wash the fruits. Let me do it." Before Adrian could wipe off the sweat on his forehead, he quickly ran to grab Nina's work off her hands. He washed the remaining fruits like a robot, fast and efficient.

After washing the fruits, he went to the kitchen to help Michelle.

Nina took a look at Henry and sighed, "You actually still let him go to the night club?"

"I let him do what he likes." Looking at Adrian who was now helping Michelle sort out the hot pot ingredients, Henry smiled gently. Then, he turned to look at Nina and asked, "Should we call Mr. Shi?"

"Uncle John must be on his way here. He gave Adrian's post a like." With his phone in his hand, Chester pointed at the picture of the hot pot ingredients that Adrian took earlier. The frame caught the toe of Nina's shoe. "This is Aunt Nina's shoe," he said.

"What?" Confused, Nina looked down at her shoes, which were very common white shoes.

"Uncle John bought all your things for you. With his keen observation, I'm sure he recognized the toe of your shoe in this photo. I think he's on his way and will arrive in thirty minutes at the latest."

At this moment,

someone rang the doorbell.

"Your calculations are off this time, Chester. He's here." Adrian washed his hands and went to answer the door. He was slightly surprised to hear Chester comment about John's keen observation.