Happy Mommy Happy Daddy

Chapter 5

Chapter 5 Do You Know What True Bullying Is? 

Samir opened the door with a grumpy face. The room was reeking of alcohol. On the coffee table, there were several bottles of wine that he had collected for many years. Each worth millions. At this moment, the bottles of wine were completely empty.

A certain woman was lying on the sofa, her cheeks flushed as she scolded a man. Occasionally, she would mention the name, Mr. Rowan,

It was a mess.

The man’s face had a trace of displeasure.

She had just gotten a marriage certificate with him, and she was already revealing her true colors? Hearing the noise coming from the door, Alora burped and turned around, “Who are you?”

intoxicated and had already lost her sense of propriety. When she saw a person coming in from the door, she stood up and

him

eyebrows. His lines were as sharp

did you drink?” Samir asked with a hint of anger in his cold eyes. “I didn’t drink…” Her body was so soft that she couldn’t stand steadily after being held by him. “Truett, I miss you so much.” She threw herself at him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Truett, don’t blame me for being dirty, okay? I didn’t mean to…” she cried softly, her face flushed like a girl who had just fallen in love. The woman’s tears, through the thin fabric of her shirt, dampened his strong waist. Samir frowned, his face gloomier than the rainy weather. He lowered his eyes to look at her. At this moment, the woman’s small hands were

and picked up the woman.

hot

was so

“Splash!”

and unconscious Alora was directly

Truett’s name in a delicate voice. I’m so cold.” She reached out and grabbed Samir’s trousers. “Can you hug me?” The woman’s eyes were blurred and her face was flushed. She looked at him like a spoiled child. “Can you carry me out? I’m so cold…” Her ending tone was like a touch of chocolate as it streaked across Samir’s heart. It had been a long time since he had felt this way. He had to admit that she was very different. However, she was still calling out to that man called Truett. “Who am I?” asked the man as he squatted down and held her chin with one hand. “You are Truett,” said Alora, pursing her lips. There was only Truett in her intoxicated eyes. The man frowned furiously and

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