My Gorgeous Aunty
Chapter 35 Face stuck to the door
It was strange enough that Giovanna's post-work fatigue was gone after a hard fall and a nice sweat.
Especially when she was soaking in a nice flower bath, listening to rap songs that made foreigners dumbfounded, with a glass of wine on the chair beside her, all the bad feelings of being forced to sleep with a gigolo that night were gone.
"It seems that life is really about physical excercise and mental state as well.
"
While Giovanna closed her eyes and held her glass of wine, her little head was swaying lightly to the melody and incomparably relaxed, Sebastian was raging.
No wonder he had faintly heard a smashing sound coming from the door when he had been in the shower earlier.
He didn't care at the time though, after all he had just moved in today, who would come to visit him?
It turned out that someone did come to visit him.
With an awful attitude
He couldn't believe that she smashed the door of his house into the surface of the moon, with countless ups and downs.
She even left an unbelievably arrogant note telling him to look ahead.
Sebastian looked up haughtily, saw the door to the opposite room, and smiled.
"I am wondering who was so savage, it was my auntie."
The two of them were aunt and nephew, but Giovanna had smashed the door of his house, so Sebastian still had to ask for a clear explanation.
He walked quickly to the east door and lifted his foot and kicked it with a thud.
It was estimated that the sound could reach 300 meters against the wind, even the walls had begun to shake, but that door was like a thousand-year old tomb, no matter how much he made noise outside, the one staying inside would still not make any movement.
"Ha, you think you can escape my wrath by not opening the door?
"
Sebastian kicked again and turned around to quickly walk into his house.
When he came out, there was an extra piece of paper in his hand.
In fact, something like using the wire to open the door, and rushing in to take the arrogant woman down, pressing his auntie on the table and stroke her hard three hundred times was not difficult for Sebastian at all.
But he wouldn't do that.
Now he was a law-abiding, good citizen.
Sebastian did not learn from Giovanna and smashed the door of her house...... There was a reason before and a result after.
How kind a man was if he wrote "A good man would take responsibility for his actions" and put it on the door of someone's house?
He should draw a large turtle and write, "This is the cave of the tortoise of ten thousand years. People are not allowed to enter.
The line “Look forward to find the man responsible" was stuck to the door with a bang, and it looked as good as it could.
"What a fine stroke of writing, whose ink is this?
It is comparable to works written by the famous Chinese calligraphers Wang Xizhi and Yan Zhenqing.
"
Heartily praising the fonts that was not much better than beetles crawling, Sebastian took out another packet of garlic hot sauce, pinched his fingers and counted down, and cupped it on the floor.
He went back to the front of his house again, took out something, and drummed on the door panel for a while, before Sebastian entered the house and closed the door.
The sun was up again and it was another nice day.
Giovanna had been living here for over six months and just last night she had a good sleep.
an evil woman's plot, scolding the gigolo away, and
had already figured out that the night she slept with the gigolo was just like a bite from a dog. Wasn't
psychological burden and felt depressed about it. She should still embrace
gone, hmm, Giovanna didn't
ancient people said, open the door and see the south mountain. Giovanna opened the door and saw the door of the opposite room. The corners of her mouth immediately
gone, proving that someone had taken it and known she'd been the one
to the surface of the moon with an overbearing note, but she was not
who stayed in the
closed the door with her
"Hmph, count your wits.
else I'll let
the person at the other door
boobs were, what color the little panties she changed
before she could finish her sentence, she became acutely aware that something was wrong
thin high heels were
even looking at it, Giovanna knew this was done
door to demand an explanation, but he
anger even more. She decided to teach this
when he saw the
blind eye. All she could see
must calm down or someone will
"
fists were clenched tightly, about to explode into a torrent of anger when she reminded herself
didn't want to let that get in the way of
breaths in succession, Giovanna arrived at the west door and
There was no response.
again, Giovanna pressed her ear to the door panel to listen for any movement inside, just like she
movement, it seemed that someone
I'll see how long
You can't run away from
"
suspend his thunderous anger and go to
take care of this, so why should she rush
But her pretty little head did
of her hair, was firmly stuck
door was worthy of its reputation as the best glue in the country. Rumor had it that once a gold coin was stuck
to kill this
get her face off
free if she could just give a ruthless head
her delicate little face would surely suffer, or even
too ruthless to use such despicable means
"
and angry, so anxious that
some jerk should have calculated that she was out of the house for work at this time of day, and even more so after stepping on a foot of garlic chutney and seeing that big turtle on the door, she would be so furious that she would subconsciously put her face to
the
the glue wouldn't have a good paste
in trouble,
was the least common sense, but Giovanna didn't dare to
afford to lose this
his cell phone and was about to call Madelyn to come to her rescue in a hurry when she suddenly heard
the east house was
was pushed open, Giovanna, whose small face was stuck
was tempted
glued to
Don't push.
wall...... Er, is this going
even if she did not scream, he could also see her being pushed
in the east house must have seen her posted through the cat's eye to deliberately open the
Giovanna's puffy chest wasn't very big. If she were Madelyn, it was probably squeezed to a explosion
sleep in spring, you
day, a