My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Look Around Carefully

Before she knew it, it was nighttime.

Since Bernard had left, there was no one to keep an eye on the

old house. Lucille did not hesitate. Under the cover of the

night, she snuck in.

She had come in a hurry last time, so she didn't look around carefully.

This time, Lucille went straight to the room on the second. floor, groping around.

After searching for a while, she still didn't find anything.

Lucille could not help heaving a long sigh.

The layout of the old house was almost the same as what she remembered, and all the decorations had not changed. It was just that her grandmother used to have some of her childhood photos on the table before, but the photos were missing right then. Someone must have put them away.

Taking a casual glance, Lucille was suddenly stunned.

That's right.

Where were her photos?

Lucille got up and rummaged through the photos. She found that all of her grandparents' photos were still there, except for her childhood pictures.

Who had taken them?

She frowned and sat on the small bed in frustration.

Next to the bed frame, there was smiling, dusty little doll. The color of its body had faded, and its furry cloth had already.

begun to rot, revealing the white cotton inside.

That was the doll she used to hug to sleep as a child.

Lucille casually picked it up and gently patted the dust off it.

Thud!

A key fell out of the cotton.

Lucille was stunned for a moment and immediately picked it up to have a look. There was an address pasted on the key, which led to the most prosperous street in Shein City! In addition to that, there was another sentence on the back of the key.

It read: "Go. This is the gift I've worked so hard to prepare for you, Bobo."

The handwriting was beautiful and elegant. Lucille recognized it at a glance. It was how her grandmother used to write!

the key

doll. No wonder Bernard had failed to find it even after coming in

why her grandmother. had left her a key,

her mind, but no

an answer.

come back from outside, she stepped into the door of Madam Grant's house. Nobody would have thought that Joseph

she saw the man's devilishly

hadn't exactly been subtle snooping around in the old

Joseph's voice." Bobo, the moon is quite bright tonight. Do you have time to go out with

want to

the corner of Joseph's lips as

amorous eyes.

for a moment

out of the courtyard

indeed bright that night. The full

the stars in the sky were

wharfully

quiet, and even the wind

end of the path, there was

branches, a symbol that people used to make wishes. The

He side-eyed her and asked, "Bobo, should we make a

Specially Placed

you still believe

try," Joseph said as a piece of red cloth suddenly appeared in

also a small square table. It must have been specially placed by the local villagers

interested in this."

that no one had heard

so many times?

pen and started writing slowly on the red

was a little curious and couldn't

immediately covered it with his hands. "Don't

"So petty."

branch and looked up at the wish written by someone else on a

my exam. I hope I don't get beaten up when I

hope that we can gw old together, get married, have children,

could also see some feeble handwriting: "I hope this year's harvest is good, and I

are safe and sound."

all

raised her head, lost in

slender and clean hands passed over her head and tied the

her toes and tried to see, but she couldn't see anything. That was because Joseph had deliberately tied

for her to be curious. The more she

it, the more she wanted