Chapter 149 You're Wrong About Mr.

Nightfall. At the table of the southern suburban villa, the maid served the last dish and retreated to the side to wait. Lexie kept her head down and a half bowl of rice quickly went down by half. Alan gave her a look, put a piece of roast pork into her bowl and said quietly, "Eat slowly, what's the hurry?" Lexie clutched her chopsticks and looked at the bowl of sugar-covered roast pork, suddenly her stomach turned inside out and she covered her mouth and ran quickly to the bathroom, vomiting. Alan's face took a sharp turn for the worse. "The chopsticks were slapped on the table with a snap. Lexie cried out in pain as a tearing pain struck her scalp. Alan grabbed her by the hair and forced her to look at himself, "Is the food I serve you so disgusting? Is eating with me so hard for you to swallow?" "Ah!" Lexie struggled desperately, a face turned red. Alan grabbed her by the collar and dragged her to the table, putting a whole plate of roast pork in front of her, "Eat, finis