My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

Freya looked steadily at the man in front of her.

She did not know who he was.

The "pampering" that Freya is talking about is really a very innocent way to go back and tell the fortunes of those

few men and play cards, but when Kieran heard this from her, he obviously thought wrong.

Only, now that Freya was so drunk, she was in no mood to explain to him!

Those few young men saw Kieran staring at Freya grimly and could not help but feel worried about Freya, but he

was Simon whom they could not afford to mess with, so they looked at Freya sympathetically and hurriedly turned

around, intending to go back to the compartment to sing with Catherine.

"Stand still!" Before they had even entered the box, Kieran's cold as ice voice rang out behind them.

Their bodies shivered uncontrollably and they subconsciously turned to look at the icy face before them.

"Tonight, you keep her company?"

The men didn't know why Kieran would suddenly ask such a question, but they knew that whatever the reason for

him asking it, they had better answer it obediently and truthfully.

They cannot afford the consequences of deceiving Simon.

After a brief exchange of glances, those few men pushed the one at the front to be their representative and answer

Kieran's question.

That man who was pushed out, looked at Freya and then looked at Kieran, then stammered, "No ...... no ...... not

just a few of us. We have ...... a total of ...... a total of eighteen men accompanying her tonight."

"Heh!"

Kieran sneered so hard that the corners of his lips were twitching, this woman really was capable!

She can't even satisfy herself with two men, she ordered 18 men in one night!

Freya was so drunk that her brain was chaotic, and in her daze, all she heard was something about eighteen.

Freya's eyebrows involuntarily knitted, she stretched out her fingers, and with a distressed face, she began to

count.

"One, two, one, one, two, one, why can't I count to three? Don't be anxious, you guys! When I count to three, I will

continue to come and spoil you all!"

"One two one, one two one ......"

Freya counted carefully on her fingers, but no matter how carefully she counted, she still couldn't count to three.

Suddenly, her head snapped up and she jerked her face up, her eyes suddenly lighting up.

"I got it! You're three! Come, you come and keep me company! When I've had enough, I'll spoil you!"

Saying that, Freya stretched out her hand and went to pinch Kieran's face, "Come on, show me a smile. Hey, hey,

just smile like that!"

Seeing that Kieran still had a dark face and had no intention of laughing at all, Freya's face was wrinkled.

She wrinkled her eyebrows and looked at Kieran with great displeasure, "Just smile! What's wrong with smiling?

With your black face, you look like someone owes you tens of millions, with your bitter face, who is interested in

pampering you?"

Bitter face?

Kieran's handsome face darkened even more, she would rather pamper this group of men than pamper him?

As far as she was concerned, he was no better than this bunch of men who were out for sale?

"Freya!" Kieran gritted his teeth.

Freya's eyes were starry, she grabbed Kieran's arm hard to steady herself, she didn't even hear Kieran call out her

name.

She turned her face and looked at the men with a bright smile, "You guys go back and wait for me! Don't follow me!

I've already said I'll spoil you all, so it's not like I'll run away!"

When those few men heard Freya's words, they hurriedly ran into the front compartment, fearing that if they were

slow, they would be lambasted by the terrifying Simon with his eyes again.

Seeing that the men had all obediently returned to the box to wait for her to pamper them, Freya couldn't help but

smile in satisfaction.

She lifted her feet and continued on, but she found that the wall before her came back and she could not walk.

"Please move over! I'm busy!" Freya's hand was hard, so she intended to push Kieran away directly, but she failed.

"Heh! Busy?!"

Kieran's voice sounded sarcastic to the extreme, "Busy going back to spoiling a bunch of pimps!"

"What pimps! Are you out of your mind! They're so cute, they're not pimps! They're all my little stars!" With that,

Freya began to show off her pentatonic voice, "Twinkle, twinkle, little stars, how I wonder where you are ......"

The corners of Kieran's lips twitched as he was furious.

He's pissed off at this woman right now!

Yes! And she had the nerve to call him crazy! Why didn't he break her legs!

The thought had just flashed through Kieran's mind when a cold, threatening sentence spilled out from two thin, icy

lips, "Freya, do you believe I'm going to break your leg?

Break her leg?

Freya's body jolted, this voice was so familiar!

Freya had a psychological shadow of this threat from Kieran, and the moment she heard these words, her alcoholic

mind instantly sobered up, she was able to roughly see Kieran's face clearly in front of her.

Freya burped and then smiled fawningly at Kieran in front of him.

No wonder, she felt that the man in front of her looked so good even with a dark face, so, he was Mr. Fitzgerald!

Her favourite, favourite Mr. Fitzgerald.

Freya hugged Kieran's arm ingratiatingly, and her head rubbed against his arm like a puppy.

Kieran had a disgusted look on his face, but he did not shake off Freya's hand.

Freya directly pressed most of her body against Kieran's chest, and touched his well-muscled chest.

After being grabbed by Freya, Kieran's body jolted as if he had been electrocuted, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Freya didn't notice Kieran's strange appearance at all, she smilingly tilted her face up, "Mr. Fitzgerald, let me tell

your fortune!"

Freya said, "You will meet a woman today, and, I am that woman."

"Freya, I'm Simon!"

Seeing that Freya had mistaken him for his dead brother again, Kieran's heart was not happy, and his voice

suddenly became several degrees colder, "Kieran is dead!"

Freya's body stiffened violently, and her originally boneless body instantly hardened into a stone block.

She stared blankly at the face etched deep in the marrow of her bones, her fingers withdrawing.

Yes, Mr. Fitzgerald is dead, dead in her heart.

Freya wanted to cry, but whether it was because of the alcohol, she giggled.

She continued to grab Kieran's hand, "You're not my Mr. Fitzgerald! Brother, let me tell your fortune!"

Kieran just wanted to stop coldly, Freya already smiled and spoke, "Brother, I figured out a big secret! Your head

...... has ...... shit in it!"