CHAPTER 251 THE NEIGHBOUR UPSTAIRS.

"It's none of your business." Chloe said coldly.

Bruce staggered over and held her shoulder. Chloe was sick of him, but she stood still. He was just a drunken maniac.

"You are my ex-wife. We have been in love for a few years, so I am worried about you."

"No need."

"You are quite good. You can support a toy boy after leaving Lynn family. You sing in the bar to earn money. Don't be cheated by others." Bruce's fingers ran across her face.

Aoba's face was not good. It was the first time that someone called him a toy boy. However, he just stood aside to watch the play, wondering how the woman would fight back.

Chloe felt like an earthworm crawling over her face. She raised her hand and grabbed Bruce’s hand. Suddenly, she broke it back and pushed him away.

As Bruce screamed like a dying pig, she said with a smile, "that's my business. Mr. Lynn shouldn’t care about it too much."

She really can't understand why she fell in love with such a disgusting man.

Bruce immediately woke up. When he was so angry, he raised his hand and was about to give Chloe a slap. Seeing that it was about to fall on Chloe face, Aoba moved and stopped him.

"I always think men who beat women are the weakest."

"Who are you?" Bruce thought he was familiar with this man, but he didn't remember who he was.

"The toy boy in your mouth." Aoba chuckled, threw him away and led Chloe upstairs.

The man beside Bruce said, "he is so arrogant! Do you want to teach this boy a lesson?"

However, Bruce was thoughtful, "No.”

Upstairs, Aoba stareed at Chloe's cold face and said. "that man is your ex husband?"

"You knew it." Chloe said it angrily.

"I thought your ex husband was the only one who didn't have taste before. It is the same with you. It is six of one and half a dozen of the other.” Aoba did not forget to laugh at her.

"I guess you are the same kind. Otherwise, how could you sit at the same table with me and have a snack now?" Chloe said sarcastically.

"Well, fellow, what would you like to eat?"

"Whatever. I'm not as picky as you are." He had to go to a high-end restaurant for an evening snack, like a dandy. She really wanted to take a bowl and put the soup on his head. He was particular about everything. He was a human being. Was it necessary?

As Aoba looked through the menu, he said, "People can only live for several decades and hardly are 100 years old. Why do we abuse our stomach?"

He ordered a few dishes and handed the recipe back to the waiter. He leaned over the table. "Hey, are you free these days?"

"Why?" Chloe retreated warily.

"Accompany me for a few days."

"No way." Chloe refused without even thinking about it. She has already known this boy was so annoying. If she played with him, she must be tortured.

But Aoba didn't let her go easily. "Hey, auntie, you're afraid of me?"

"Yes, so what?" Chloe smiled. He just provoked her on purpose. She simply admitted. Anyway, she didn’t suffer any loss.

Just her smile made Aoba's eyelids jump suddenly. He thought it was attractive."You are afraid I'll eat you?"

Chloe scoffed. "Can you eat?"

However, Aoba smiled badly. "Auntie, why do I think you refuse on surface but you are happy in your heart?"

"Nonsense." Chloe really wanted to throw a chopstick to his head and smash a hole in his head to see what was inside. "You can't zip your mouth when you eat?"

"Auntie, do you want to carry forward the old feudal tradition of the Chinese nation: don’t say when you eat or sleep? Mouth is not only used for eating, but also for saying and kissing. "

Chloe glared at him fiercely. His tongue was sharp. A filthy mouth can not utter decent language. He was a rogue. Chloe ignored him and just ate. They were different. She didn’t know why a man can be so noisy.

Wasn't it said that art people liked to pretend to be quiet? But he was not the same. Even if she didn't respond to him, he could still tell cold jokes. It was the most appropriate for him to be a host of gossip not a painter. Content © copyrighted by .

When he was satisfied, he was finally willing to show mercy, "go. It is too late. I will send you back."

Chloe snorted coldly. You knew it was too late? According to her daily life, she had already fallen into sleep. She would not have listened to his crazy words. Wasting her time was equal to killing her.

They paying the bill and going downstairs, her face was cold, but he smiled at her and opened the door for her.

Still unable to completely put down her guard against him, Chloe stood by the door of the car and hesitated, "you won't do anything more, right?"

Aoba teased her, "what else do you want us to do in the evening? I'd love to be with you. "