"Your smile... Did you have any conspiracy?" Sam Brown stared at Nancy Moore alertly.

"Your sister and I are good friends. You are like my real brother. How can I harm you?" Nancy Moore smiled slyly.

"I'll put Little Kitty here!" June Taylor pushed in the door, holding a box with a Scottish Fold, cat food and cat litter.

"Sister, your friend invited me to dinner tonight. Should I go?" Sam Brown always felt that Nancy Moore was really smiling, which made him frighten.

"Tonight?" June Taylor looked at Nancy Moore with a questioning look.

"Little Earthworm has dinner with me tonight. You have to pack your luggage. So you might be busy tonight." Nancy Moore meant something else. Sam Brown did not understand, but June Taylor knew.

Before Francis Jones married Nancy Moore, Mr. Jones, Francis Jones's father, forced Francis Jones to sign a prenuptial agreement.

According to the agreement, as long as Francis Jones was in the Phoenix City, Francis Jones must go home to accompany Nancy Moore for dinner every Friday, and he must not stay out overnight. If he breached the contract, he was deemed to have voluntarily given up the right to inherit the Jones family.

After three years of marriage, when Francis Jones didn't want to go home, he chose to travel for business on Friday.

On days when he was not on a business trip, he would take different women home to accompany Nancy Moore for dinner. As long as he can hurt Nancy Moore, he was always happy to do so.

Today was Friday. Francis Jones was going home for dinner!

June Taylor's eyes met Nancy Moore's eyes and asked, "Do you mean to start a war with Francis Jones?"

"Can't I?" Nancy Moore smiled and looked at Sam Brown with such a clear and beautiful face. Taking him home would surely make Francis Jones angry.

In the past three years, she didn't know how many mistresses Francis Jones had. She was almost turning into a push-over. So it was time to fight back!

"Okay, I support you!" June Taylor put the box on the coffee table in the office, stepped forward and kicked Sam Brown, who was lying on the sofa and playing with his phone. "Games, games, games. All you know is gaming. Remember the courtesy in other people's home!"

Sam Brown shrank his legs and said impatiently, "I know!"

......

At seven in the evening, Francis Jones stepped into the door and heard someone talking in the room.

"Sister, when should we have dinner?" Sam Brown was sitting on the sofa, smelling the scent of the restaurant from time to time. But Nancy Moore didn't mean to start the dinner. Maybe Someone else would come to dinner?

"Eat the chicken first. Dinner will be ready in a moment!" Nancy Moore took a roasted chicken wing from the plate and walked towards the sofa. But her feet were suddenly tripped by the coffee table.

The whole person flew uncontrollably towards the sofa, Sam Brown instinctively reached out and hugged her.

The female's soft body was close to him. Her lips hit his lips. And when she struggled to get up, her chin hit his chest again.

Sam Brown felt only a warm lip, and his eyes widened in shock. When he realized what was happening, his ears turned red.

Nancy Moore froze and saw Sam Brown's flustered face, embarrassed.

What the hell was she doing!

This was the first time Sam Brown had looked at Nancy Moore so closely. Her eyelashes were particularly long, just like the fluttering wings of a butterfly, and her pale cheeks were baby pink, with the delicate red lips like rose petals. He couldn't help but want to kiss her.

He thought so, and really did it...

Seeing his lips come together to kiss her, Nancy Moore decisively shoveled the chicken wings into his mouth, and said, "Sorry!"

At this time, a cold voice came from behind her, "Mrs. Jones, I fulfill my prenuptial agreement and come back to have dinner with you!"

Nancy Moore was stunned, and quickly got up, just meeting the ironic expression of Francis Jones.

Francis Jones apparently did not expect to see such a wonderful scene.

He stared coldly at the sofa. It was a young boy who looked like he was just 18, immature, clean and well-behaved. And there was a touch of inexplicable charm between his eyebrows.

"Is Mrs. Jones so horny?" Francis Jones showed disgust.