My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

Freya, "......"

Freddie, "......"

Originally, Freddie still thought it was okay to admit that he had a brain problem, but now after hearing Kieran's words, he suddenly became incomparably sad inside. He was a good young man with a proper outlook, how could he be described as a pervert!

Freya knew that if she didn't clear up Kieran's misunderstanding of Freddie, there would definitely be no end to it tonight.

She was silent for a moment and simply dialed Kiki's number, "Kiki, I saw Freddie."

Kiki's voice on the other end of the phone carried obvious excitement, "What, you've seen Freddie? He hasn't contacted us for so many years, I thought he had evaporated! Where is he? How is he now?"

Kiki asked so many questions at once, and Freya didn't really know which one to answer first. After a few moments of thought, she simply decided not to answer any of them.

For now, it's time to smooth Kieran’s mood and leave the glorious task of buying underwear and trousers for Freddie to Kiki.

"Kiki, come over and buy some men's underwear and trousers for Freddie by the way!"

After thinking about it, Freya instructed Kiki again, "Freddie wants red!"

After Freya hung up the phone, she looked at Kieran with an innocent face, "Brother, see, Kiki can also help Freddie buy panties, so Freddie and I really are pure friends, can you stop being angry?"

After listening to the phone call Freya made to Kiki just now, he knew that there should really be nothing between Freya and Freddie, but when he thought of Freya trying to help Freddie buy underwear, he was still indescribably upset.

Freya saw that although Kieran did not say anything, he did not want to continue to have a fit, so she knew that the call she made just now had worked.

With a wink at Freddie, she again hugged Kieran's arm, "Brother, you haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll cook something delicious for you."

Kieran gave Freddie a cold glance and was pulled by Freya before heading outside Freddie's room.

lying under the blanket covering his face silently.

It's fucking awful!

college, Freya was a good youth with a good outlook, how come her eyes become so special

curtly at him before tying on her apron

mostly taken care of by the maids sent over by Patricia, and she hardly had to

ingredients were all ready, and she cooked a few of Kieran's favourite dishes, and cooked porridge along

wearing an apron and humming a little tune, carrying the food over, Kieran was in a trance

his wife trying to please her husband, by cooking

her

at Kieran with a big smile, "Brother, try my cooking! If you like my

said this, Freya subconsciously put her hands

times and when she

she reacted quickly and the cut was not too deep, but because her skin was so tender, the

the table without the slightest intention of moving his

moving his chopsticks, she couldn't help but feel apprehensive, "Brother,

"Freya."

his mouth, the man's voice, low and mellow, indescribably pleasant to

wrong with

you haven't even

air, and Freya listened for a moment, then arched her eyebrows

is still obsessing about what

is

that if she laughed too much now, he would definitely get annoyed and angry, and it took

Freya laughed, Kieran's handsome face darkened a little more, and that twisted and arrogant look tickled Freya's heart, making her want to pounce on him

will buy it