Tangled Up In Blue

Chapter 33 Happy Fight The Landlord

"Wendy just graduated this year! She is so young. We are all getting old. "

The three of them found a restaurant to have dinner. They chatted happily. Shirley was interested in Wendy and couldn't help asking many questions.

She was cool in magazines. She didn't expect her to be such a party animal. She was more fond of her and would answer every question she asked.

"Shirley, I adore you and Poppi. Both of you have had a wonderful life and I think this is how life should be like." Wendy said seriously, "I hope I can be like you in the future."

"Do you know what kind of condition it need?" She took a sip of water.

"What condition?" Wendy asked and looked at Poppi. Poppi held out her right hand and rubbed her index and middle fingers quickly. Then Wendy suddenly realized, "is it money?"

Poppi nodded slowly and smiled at Shirley. She then continued, "we share the same experience. We know that men are not reliable. Don't you know that? Only cash can help you get everything you want."

Wendy pondered over it and nodded.

"Come on, don't get pissed off. It's for our cash."

The atmosphere in the box was heated up. Just in the middle of the meal, a call from Malcolm reminded Poppi that she had to go back to cook lunch for her grandma at noon. After eating a few mouthfuls of food, she said goodbye and hurried back to the Imperial Tang Yard without stopping.

As soon as she entered the apartment, she smelled the light meal aroma. After changing her shoes, she ran to the kitchen while shouting, "have you hired a chef at home? Who was cooking? Malcolm Malcolm, you... "

When she reached the kitchen door, she stopped immediately, only to see that in leisure wear and an apron, Malcolm stood in front of the stove, cooking!

Hearing what Poppi said, Malcolm stirred the noodles in the pan, turned around and snorted, "what's wrong with you?"

She thought he is sometimes as common as an old shoe.

"Are you cooking?" Poppi just came back to herself and slowly walked into the kitchen, "grandma said you could cook, but I didn't believe it. Hey, hey, I have a good lunch today!"

"Not your share," Malcolm cast a glance at Poppi and put the dishes on the chopping board into the pan. "Where have you been just now? Why did you come back so late?"

"I Shirley is back. I am going to have lunch with Shirley. I thought of my grandma in the dining room, so I rush back. " Poppi smiled and came to his side, looking him up and down. It was not common for Mr. Malcolm to wear an apron. In this case, she needed to take a photo of him for a while? Thinking of this, Poppi sneaked out her mobile phone, turned on the camera, found the right position, and was about to take photos. But as she was about to do so, as if Malcolm could foresee, he suddenly turned around, squinted, and looked at her and the "camouflage equipment" in her hand. "What are you doing, Poppi? Come and cook for me if you don't have anything else to do. "

"Well, what do you want to eat?" Poppi pretended to take back her mobile phone. But the moment Malcolm spoke, the click he sounded and the picture of his red apron was captured.

Malcolm's face darkened, "delete it."

Poppi shook her head and refused, "no!"

"You're asking for trouble!" Malcolm uttered these words. He reached out to get the phone from Poppi while taking the spoon in his hand. She giggled and took a few more pictures. When she turned around, she was like a rabbit trying to escape. However, good times didn't last long. After Poppi took a step forward, she was in a hurry and was tripped by her slippers. Her body was about to fall to the ground with a degree of 90 degrees

At the moment of falling, Poppi thought, 'people shouldn't be complacent or they would suffer from damnation!'!

But in the blink of an eye, Malcolm stepped forward suddenly, reached out his right arm and grabbed Poppi's waist from behind. He staggered a little so that she didn't fall down.

"Thanks God!" Poppi's hair almost fell to the ground. Her arms were hanging down and her buttocks were upturned. It seemed that she was hanging on the right arm of Malcolm. She let out a sigh of relief, but she didn't realize their position was so ambiguous that he was almost pressed against the ass of Poppi.

Holding the spoon tighter, Malcolm was astonished and his ears turned red immediately. Stunned for a second, she was just about to pick up Poppi. When he raised her head, he saw grandma and Cora standing outside the kitchen somehow. Cora's face was a little red, and the old lady's face was pale.

"Grandma..." With a corner of his mouth twitching, he pulled the body of Poppi and lifted her up. When she stood still, he quickly took a step back and kept away from her.

"Uh..." All of a sudden, Poppi felt dizzy, so she stood up and shook her head. When she saw the old lady standing at the door of the kitchen, she walked over there and asked, "grandma, why are you downstairs?"

As soon as Poppi walked over, the old lady raised her finger tremblingly and put it on Poppi's head then said hatefully, "you, you two, you must piss me off!"

"What's wrong?" Poppi rubbed her head and squeezed her feet into slippers full of doubts.

"You still haven't solved what happened yesterday, but let that brat do whatever he wants! You silly girl! " After saying that, she couldn't help but click Poppi's head again. Then she raised her hand and was supported by Cora to walk towards the table. "Hurry up and cook. I'm so hungry!"

Rubbing her painful place, Poppi turned to look at Malcolm confusedly and asked, "what's wrong with grandma? What are you doing just now? "

"Ahem!" Malcolm covered his mouth and coughed. He turned his head away and said: "don't ask too much. Cook quickly."

Poppi twitched her mouth and did not think much. She just looked at the picture on the phone with pleasure, then put away the phone and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

At the dinner table, Malcolm took a bowl of noodles which were used to express his apology to grandmother. "Grandma, I remember that you said you loved the noodles I made the most. Please have some."

"Humph!" She turned her head away and said, "no! I won't eat the food cooked by the man of your family. "

Malcolm sighed and put on a fawning smile, "grandma, enjoy your meal! I only cooked this for you, and Poppi have never eaten it. If you don't eat it, which will be stale. "

"Yes, yes!" Poppi nodded her head quickly and coaxed the old lady as she said, "Wow, it smells so good! Now that you don't want to have it, how about I have it? "

The old lady took a look at her grandson's face and said, "the problem hasn't been solved yesterday! What was the background of that woman yesterday? And now you are not. You can only keep one eye

on the bowl and the other on the pan, don't you? "

"I agree with you!" Poppi agreed with grandma while clenching her teeth. She thought that since her grandma was here, her waist became stiff as well, so she raised her head and said, "Malcolm, explain it quickly! You can't betray me! "

"The news isn't spreading any longer. I've asked people to delete all the news about yesterday." Malcolm explained flatly, "yesterday, the girl we met at a party. After I finished my work, I ran into a cup of coffee with her. We are not familiar with each other. The news always likes to make groundless reports. Grandma, I grew up with you. Don't you know what kind of person I am? " Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Malcolm didn't tell the truth. If she know she was the daughter of the mayor, his grandma would be angrier. Then he couldn't explain for himself. Because she was robbed by a daughter of a high-ranking official.

The old lady snorted, "really?"

"Grandma, I'm really fine." Then, Malcolm pushed the bowl of noodles in front of her and said, "enjoy yourself."

"Why did she arm you yesterday?" The old lady asked.

"No sooner had she made a hand on my arm than I escaped. The paparazzi may have followed me all the time, so they took this picture and posted it on the newspaper. I was so far away from her when you walked out of the cafe. And it was Sean who picked me up. " It seemed that Malcolm had never said such a long sentence, while Malcolm listened to him quietly. Passing the chopsticks to his grandma, Malcolm said: "I swear that I will never go out with a woman alone."

The old lady took the chopsticks with reluctance, picked up some noodles and said, "don't swear to God. You have to swear to your wife. Anyway, you two are living a happy life."

When his mother-in-law started to eat, he finally felt relieved. Looking at Poppi, he asked calmly, "do you need any explanation?"

"No, no, No. I've got it!" "I trust you," Poppi nodded her head firmly

"Let's eat."

"Grandma, where do you want to go?" After dinner, Poppi chatted with her grandma on the sofa and he sit on the other side asked.

"What are we doing out for? It's so hot outside." The old lady pouted. "I'm at home. I won't go out."

"It's okay to stay at home. Grandma, you might catch a cold," Malcolm answered.

"But it's so boring." She added.

"What about watching TV?"

"I don't like it."

"Tell jokes?"

"Enough!"

"Sleep?"

"I just woke up."

Poppi winked at Malcolm, "Malcolm, would you like to have one idea! It's not easy to have a rest for an afternoon. Let's think about it. "

Malcolm thought for a while and proposed carefully, "or we can chat in this way."

After saying that, Poppi and the lady rolled their eyes at the same time.

"Signing up at the fifth competition of fighting the landlord gold league..."

A voice suddenly came from the TV, which startled Poppi. She quickly held the old lady's hand and said, "grandma, let's fight the landlord? Or do you know how to play mahjong, Cora? "

Cora shook her head.

"Then let's fight the landlord," Poppi twitched her mouth.

"To fight the landlord?"

"Right, it is playing cards!" Poppi nodded her head and took a look at Malcolm, "let's play the game. If we lose, there will be punishment. What do you think?"

Her grandma was interested in it. "I used to be a master of poker games. I'll play with you. Do you have cards? "

"Do you want to play with us, Malcolm?" After Poppi asked, and just when Malcolm wanted to answer, she continued, "even if you don't play, you have to play. there is nobody play with us."

Malcolm made no response. Playing with his grandmother was the most important thing. Although he had not played this kind of card game for a long time.

"A card?" Malcolm asked.

"Yes! I'll go get the cards. "