My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

Freya's eyes suddenly rounded, and after a brief moment of shock, there was indescribable joy.

This time, it wasn't her who took the initiative! She reached out her hand and was just about to wrap it around his neck, but he violently shook her off, "Get out!" Freya roared in anger and stomped on him, getting nimbly to the car.

This man was so schizophrenic that he could not help himself. One minute ago he was in love with her, and the next second he wanted to bury her to the ground.

When she returned to the car, Freya was so angry that she didn't even want to talk to him anymore. And she held the book and was inconvenient to communicate with him.

Kieran was terribly silent. But this was good, and the car was less of a tit-for-tat atmosphere.

The journey took more than an hour, which was neither long nor short. When they arrived at their destination, Kieran didn't even give the small and low-rise hotel a second glance, and he threw Freya out of the car and left without a second thought.

Freya sighed helplessly. Avoiding her was really as urgent as avoiding the plague.

Freya was quite tired after all the tossing and turning she had done this evening, but she was still quite relieved to have a delicious meal for the first tin a long time.

She was just about to wash up and go to bed, but she suddenly realized that there was no toilet paper in the room.

The toilet paper sold in the small hotels was of a particularly poor quality and expensive, which was not good value.

Freya, who was used to living a life on a shoestring, went to the small supermarket in the street in front of her to buy toilet paper.

In fact, it was more economical to buy a large packet of toilet paper directly. But a large packet usually cost about twenty, and for Freya, who earned eighty a day, that was not a small amount of money. So every time, she only bought one or two packets.

She was not worried to spend money in a scattered manner.

Seeing her pity, the owner of that supermarket charged her three for two packs of toilet paper at three and a half each time.

Freya nodded gratefully to the boss to say thank you, and holding the toilet paper, she rushed to the small hotel at a fast pace.

Just outside the hotel, a lean, dark figure pounced on Freya.

She was startled by the sudden situation, and after reacting, she hurriedly threw the toilet paper aside and with a backhand, tried to throw the man out.

The man's reaction speed was much faster than she thought, and after dodging Freya's attack, he playfully grabbed Freya's arm, "Dummy, you're out shopping alone at this late hour! How about | accompany you in the future?” Freya looked at the man, who was as thin. She knew this man, Archer, an old bachelor collecting garbage.

Archer did not work and occasionally collected garbage to buy wine. So he was over forty years old and still did not have a wife.

Before that, he thought he would have to be a bachelor for the rest of his life, until he saw Freya.

An old bachelor matches an ugly woman. Although he was at a disadvantage, it was better than ending up alone.

What was more, he heard that this ugly girl was quite industrious, so she could even earn money to buy him wine in the future! Freya only went out to buy two rolls of paper, and she didn't have a pen and paper with her. It wasn't convenient for her to communicate with Archer, and she just shook off his hand to show that she didn't need it.

"Dummy, you're still shy, aren't you? You don't need to be shy! Everyone on our side knew that you. You are sent by God to be my wife!" "With a face like yours and a mute, no man would want to marry you! Only | had a good heart and was willing to give you a home!" Freya frowned in disgust. She did not need that! She wanted to take Archer down directly, but Archer had been a scoundrel for many years and his skills were not bad, so she would not be able to take advantage of him in a fight.

She might as well give him a shot and put him down for good, so that he wouldn't dare to cback to haunt her again.

"Dummy, how do you think? If you don't say anything, I'll take it as a yes!" Archer smiled as he surveyed Freya, "Dummy, since you've agreed, you'll be my wife from now on! It's too late tonight, let's do it tomorrow! Tomorrow night, you'll move in with me! Tonight, I'll just go to your room in a pinch!" With that, he took Freya's hand and headed inside the hotel.

Of course Freya didn't want Archer to go to her room. She was fumbling for her acupuncture kit when Archer's body was kicked out heavily.

Kieran was standing in the cold wind, like a cold-faced Yama from the 18th level of hell.

"Who? Which bloody bastard dared to hit me! I'll kill you!" Not willing to lose dignity in front of his future wife, Archer struggled to get up from the ground, waved his fists and lunged at Kieran.

When he was only a step or two away from Kieran, he finally got a good look at his face.

With a thud, Archer once again fell limp to the ground like mud.

He stammered and spoke, "Mr. Fitzgerald?!" Not understanding how he had provoked this famous Yama in Arkpool City, Archer continued trembling, "Mr.

Fitzgerald, why did you hit me? Did | do something wrong?" "You are too noisy!" Kieran stepped forward, and Archer thought Kieran was going to hit him again, so he was scared and backed up several steps.

"Go away!" Archer didn't even dare to fart, and he clenched his tail and ran towards the alley in front of him, rolling and crawling.

After running into the alleyway, Archer couldn't help but think, "Could it be that he was talking to Dummy and had disturbed Mr. Fitzgerald who was trying to sleep? But he thought it was not right. How could Mr. Fitzgerald cto this kind of place to sleep? What the hell! When she saw Kieran appear, Freya was also shocked. Hadn't he already left? Why did he cback again? Freya half-crouched down, picked up the toilet paper she had thrown aside, gave him a complicated look, turned around and walked inside the hotel.

Kieran did not want to take care of this ugly monster. But when he saw that she had left without even paying attention to him after he had solved the trouble for her, he was filled with a strange discomfort in his heart.

As if possessed, he caught up with her.

"Stop!" Freya meekly stood still and wordlessly asked him, "What's up?" It couldn't be that he was psychologically twisted enough to ask her to stand still and then tell her to go away, could it? Indeed, in the next moment, Kieran said, "Go away!" Faced with this kind of schizophrenic man again, Freya's temper got the better of her. She gave him a look of disgust and hurried off.

Kieran narrowed his eyes dangerously. This ugly bitch really just went away? He was not happy about this! His face was dark and sullen as he followed Freya's steps and headed upstairs.

When he reached the upper floor, Kieran was even more upset.

Was this kind of damn place for people to live? After a short daze, Freya had already entered the room, and Kieran lifted his feet uncontrollably and followed her in.