With her eyes closed, Tracy felt nervous all over What's the meaning of this?
But she heard his voice sounded very serious.
Tracy still closed her eyes indifferently. With a resolute smile at the corners of Brody's mouth, he
continued, "If you make trouble out of nothing and get angry next time, close your eyes and sleep
alone!"
Tracy's eyes widened in anger. She glared at him, out of breath. Staring at her anxious face with his
black eyes, he said lightly, "I promise I won't disturb you. "
Tracy was so angry that she sat up from the bed, stared at him and shouted, "Am I making trouble out
of nothing?"
It was he who made her angry on purpose. But now, he said he was making trouble out of nothing. The
more Tracy thought about it, the angrier she became. Especially when she saw the triumphant face of
Brody, she felt even more unbalanced.
Brody's face was calm, and his black eyes were filled with seemingly invisible complacency. He had
never seen Tracy like this before, especially her aggrieved, big eyes with tears. She looked so pitiful
that she lacked a woman to love!
Tracy got out of bed in a rage. It was not until then that he sat up in a hurry and pulled Tracy back. "Are
you really angry?"
His low voice came to her ears with a faint smile. Tracy's face turned pale, but she still felt angry. He
always made fun of her when he had nothing to do all day long.
Tracy struggled a few times and pushed him away. She turned her head and stared at him, "Brody, you
are too idle. I don't care about your business. You will go to work tomorrow. Besides, the sequela of
your arm has nothing to do with me. I'm afraid you can't even drive when Melissa and Alston need to
go to school!"
Brody's handsome face froze. He looked at Tracy's serious face with his black eyes and said seriously,
"Can't drive a car?"
Tracy stared at him and said, "Can you? "
Brody didn't say anything. He raised his eyebrows. Tracy hated his arrogance the most. She glared at
him and lay down on the bed angrily. "If you really have nothing else to do, you can go to work by
yourself. Now it seems that you'd better work overtime at midnight to make me feel better."
Tracy didn't know what to say. Brody used to be a workaholic, and she knew it clearly, because every
time he came back to work, it was usually three o'clock in the morning, or one o'clock in the morning. *
No wonder it was only twenty-three o'clock at most now. He didn't make her angry, which was his fault.
He didn't discuss a good thing.
Brody lay down, put his arm around her waist and whispered, "Melissa has told me that she won't go to
school for a week. As for Alston... Even if he is going to school, he is still pretending. Skipping classes
is his main course. "
Hearing this, Tracy was even more furious. She sat up all of a sudden and said, "Brody... Are you really
angry with me or you really don't want this child? " If he continued to act like this, she would really
doubt that he did it on purpose. It was good for her to be angry with the baby. And if he agreed, he
could naturally give up the baby.
Seeing that Tracy was really going to get angry, Brody couldn't help laughing. "Lie down. I won't make
fun of you anymore. Why do you always make trouble out of nothing? "
He pursed his lips. Indeed, as Tracy said, he was really bored!
Tracy was so angry that her face turned pale. He turned her face to him, sat up and pressed him on the
bed. "I'm not kidding you!"
Tracy was so angry that she was speechless. The smile on his face disappeared. He bent over and
kissed her on the cheek and forehead. "Don't be angry!"
His overbearing words made Tracy even angrier. He tried every means to annoy her, but he didn't want
her to lose temper?
Smiling, Brody kept kissing her cheek and forehead, "Okay, don't be angry. I'm too idle. I'll go to work
after apologizing to Alston!"
Tracy angrily turned her face to avoid his kiss. With a frown, Brody stared at Tracy's little face. Noticing
his dangerous sight, Tracy still didn't look at him. Her reaction finally annoyed him. He bent over and
kissed her little mouth again.
After a long time, he finally let go of her. Tracy was still so angry that her face turned blue and red. With
a frown, he stared at her face and said, "If you don't talk to me anymore, I will really..."
Tracy sat up abruptly and glared at him, "After all, you don't like this child, do you? I don't care! " Brody
was speechless. Did it work? He was coaxing her!
"Are you kidding me? How could I not like her? If I am still angry, I will leave and ignore you!"
Tracy still ignored him and turned her back to Brody. Seeing that Tracy still ignored him, he turned over
and put his arm on the head of the bed. In a few seconds, he suddenly took a flower from the drawer
that hadn't completely withered.
The little flower was actually a bridal bouquet with tape. He glanced at Tracy on purpose and found that
she was still angry. With a weird smile, he carefully moved it over her head and secretly stuck the bridal
bouquet to her hair.
Because her long hair was draped over her shoulders, he couldn't find a suitable place to fix it. At last,
he had to make do with it and stuck the flower above her ear. He nodded and secretly glanced at Tracy,
finding that she was still angry.
Then, he took the phone and held Tracy in his arms. He said softly, "Look at you. How beautiful you
are? But I'm also curious. Don't you look in the mirror all day long? "
Brody's words attracted the attention of Tracy. She turned her head and looked at him in confusion. He
used the screen to let her see her clearly. Tracy immediately widened her eyes and looked at the
reflection on the screen in astonishment. There was a small flower above her ear. The flower inserted
into her hair, making her face look particularly funny. Where did the flower come from?
Numerous question marks appeared in Tracy's mind. With a serious look on his face, he said, "Well...
In fact, flowers were beautiful and people were beautiful, but... The flower doesn't seem to be good
enough for my baby. And why do I feel it so familiar? "
Tracy regained her composure and reached out her hand to grab the flower, but was stopped by Brody.
Tracy didn't insist. The flower was still clinging to her hair. She looked up at him in confusion. It seemed
that she had taken Melissa to the shop not far from home, and... HMM... She seems to be walking
around in her own yard. "
Tracy stared at him, a little embarrassed. Was there a flower on her head? When it fell on her head?
How?
Brody's face became particularly serious. "Don't you look at yourself in the mirror? I just found it out.
Oh Why don't you like jewelry? It turns out that you have a crush on these wild flowers and plants. But
there are few women who dare to wear flowers in public and go shopping. At least I haven't seen them
before. "
Brody held back his laughter. He knew the answer. He knew exactly that Tracy didn't like to look in the
mirror.
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