Chapter 8 Like Silk

Insurance company??

Jack Franklin glanced down at the one hundred and eighty coat he was wearing, and the shiny green water ghost in his hand. There was no reason that he would look like he was selling insurance.

Was it necessary for her to feel the grand occasion of the "opening bargain" that night before she could recognize him?

Jack Franklin's eyes were deep and bottomless. It seemed that no one could guess what he was thinking. He had always been right and evil. He never acted by the rules.

He supported the gold-framed glasses and smile gently, "Yes, we are the staff of the Franklin Group Insurance Company. Your dad bought our insurance products. After receiving your report, I come to verify it."

It was insured!

Cindy Douglas was happy, she turned and entered the room, "Ah, that's great, then wait a moment, I'll take the information for you."

Jack Franklin smiled gently and followed her in.

Johnson Franklin, who was watching with a telescope outside, he seemed to see Jack Franklin was shaking his big gray wolf tail.

Oh, my god, the little white rabbit fell into the wolf's claws!

Entering the living room of Cindy Douglas's house, Jack Franklin saw that the decoration inside was very old but warm, clean, and dust-free. It could be seen that the owner here was a person who was living mindfully.

Cindy Douglas didn't know that this was a big bad wolf and asked him to drink tea, "Please sit down first, this gentleman, and I will give you the information right away."

Jack Franklin glanced at her tea and teacup and frowned at the dazzling tea dirt in the teacup with an area of about one square millimeter.

He took advantage of Cindy Douglas's going upstairs to get the information gap and looked at their home. They were very poor, but they tried to be as refined as their financial resources could allow.

There was nothing in the room that made him uncomfortable. The wire and sundries were reasonably stored. The wall was pasted with hand-painted wallpaper. The old house exuded a faint floral fragrance.

There were many photos on the TV cabinet, including Cindy Douglas, Yankee Douglas, and two group photos. There was nothing else and nothing about her mother.

Jack Franklin put on gloves and picked up a picture of Cindy Douglas when she was a child. The gold-framed glasses reflected Cindy Douglas's innocent smile when she was five or six years old. She sat in Yankee Douglas's arms and smiled carefreely.

The gap between Yankee Douglas when he was young and now was not particularly big. It was still clean and white, and he looked very handsome and sunny. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was an actor. It was rare to have such a look in their poor village.

Jack Franklin took out his mobile phone and took a picture. Suddenly he heard someone calling outside the door. He put away the phone and looked through the window. An aunt came in a hurry.

Cindy Douglas came down from the upstairs. When she saw the aunt looked a little nervous at first glance, she said to Jack Franklin, "That ... Uncle Jack, can you hide for a while? The aunt is a big gossip. She must talk nonsense everywhere when she sees a man in my house."

Regardless of whether Jack Franklin would like it or not, she already pushed him upstairs fiercely, "Go to stay upstairs for me first, please, don't come down if I don't ask you!"

Jack Franklin did not say a word and went upstairs. The upstairs was not very big. There were two rooms and one hall, with a small study room and bathroom. Cindy Douglas's live broadcast equipment and some paintings were putting in the small study room--she was an art student, usually live painting on the Internet, or singing and dancing, earning some money to subsidize home.

The white-gloved hand gently pushed open the door of her bedroom. Into the eyes were all faint colors, shabby, but there was nothing eye-catching. The clean underwear that had just been taken back was too late to be stored, was thrown on the bed casually. Jack Franklin walked crossed over the debris and opened the bedside table, which contained many materials. For example, the account book of their father and daughter, on which there was information he needed.

He also carefully picked up a few strands of broken hair on the ground and packed it into a pre-prepared evidence bag.

Downstairs in the living room, gossip Auntie took a young man to the house.

"Jane Hunter, thank you for your concern, I'll figure out my dad's medical expenses myself." Cindy Douglas was bent on sending her away, always feeling that this kind of person who usually made a stumbling block behind the door at a crucial moment must not be nice.

Jane Hunter didn't want to leave, instead, she called her son warmly, "I heard that your house roof is leaking. I called Tony to help you mend. Come on, Tony. You talk to Cindy about the roof, I will go back first. "

Jane Hunter went out. Tony locked the door quietly and went towards Cindy Douglas without good intentions. The sloppy face and facial features were full of lust.

"Cindy, I heard that you broke up with the Ham family. I had already advised you not to be delusional. How can the rich family of the Ham family have a crush on this kind of little people's girl like you? Why don't you just follow me ... ... "

Jack Franklin was collecting Cindy Douglas's hair upstairs. Suddenly he heard the sound of 'ping pong 'downstairs. He hurried downstairs to have a look and saw that Cindy Douglas was rubbing a crooked man on the ground.

"Just you? Those who dare to sleep with me haven't been born yet! You want to sleep me, come on, I sleep with you..."

With saying, she buried his face in the flower pot in the living room, letting Tony eat the soil.

Tony looked like a big lad; but in front of Cindy Douglas, he was helpless and was beaten and cried. Jane Hunter was standing outside the window, jumping anxiously.

"You son of bitch, let go of my son! let go of my son!"

Cindy Douglas put her hand on the neck of Tony, pinched his face from red to green, Tony began to roll his eyes. Because the door was locked, Jane Hunter couldn't come in and scolded all the dirty words outside the door.

At this moment, Jack Franklin rushed down and separated the two. Tony was so scared that he opened the door and went out. Jane Hunter received her son and saw that there was a man in Cindy Douglas's house, she laughed angrily, "You are a slut, and there is a man hidden in the house. It seems that no one has wronged you, you little prostitute, just wait and see--"

Cindy Douglas grabbed something and smashed it heavily, "Damn it, I just tested for you, your son has no asshole, your Hunters will not have any offspring, no offspring!"

The two women cursed unimaginatively through the window; one was dirtier than the other. If it wasn't Jack Franklin pulling back, Cindy Douglas would rush out and fight with the mother and son.

Finally, Jane Hunter had been scolded away.

Jane Hunter was gone, Cindy Douglas was still struggling and scolding, "Don't be frightened, old dog! Roll in if you are capable!"

Jack Franklin struggled to encircle her, but he was unexpected that she was so strong like cattle.

If it weren't for the great strength, she wouldn't have been able to 'open' so smoothly that night.

He said, "It`s okay, don't care for a village woman."

Suddenly, there was silence between the two.

Cindy Douglas paid so much attention to scolding just now that until now she felt her chest was wrapped by two warmth.

And Jack Franklin also suddenly felt that the touch in his palm was a little soft, like silk, slippery.