C16 The Bed Is so Messy

"..."

Patrick hung up the phone silently.

"Who called?" Emily asked. Her ears were sharp, and she could hear a few words. She couldn't help but get up. "Are your family members coming? I'll put on some clothes right now..."

It would be embarrassing if other people saw her like this!

Emily struggled to get up, but sadly found that her entire body was in so much pain that she couldn't even stand up. She almost fell down. Fortunately, Patrick was quick to react and held her in his arms.

Emily's expression was not very good. "I want to go back to my room!"

"I'll carry you."

"..."

Damn it, this body was just tossed around last night. Why was it so disappointing? She had even been able to sing twenty concerts without any problem.

Emily's expression was not very good. She put on a blanket and changed into a new set of clothes. When the man carried her into the room, Emily's expression became even worse.

Patrick sized up Emily's room with a face full of criticism and said, "Why is your room so messy?"

It would be too polite to say that it was messy.

The room was dark and gloomy. The curtains were tightly drawn, and the big piano was placed in the corner. There were many expensive instruments piled up together. There were messy pens, papers, and books on the floor. The bed was also in a mess. Fortunately, there were only some clothes scattered on the floor. There were no underwear or socks. That was not called messy. It was super messy.

There were also some compressed biscuits and mineral water piled up on the messy table. One of the biscuits had already turned white and molded. Patrick raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why are there compressed biscuits?"

"Sometimes, I can't think of anything. I would lock myself in my room for half a month or a month. It's good enough if there isn't any smelly food."

Patrick's gaze was so piercing that it hurt Emily's pride.

She was an artist. Of course, she had to be beautiful and flawless. Well, cleaning the house... Well, she had to be more casual.

Emily leaned against the bed and watched as Patrick lined up the books from big to small on the table. If it were any other person, they would have messed up.

However, in Patrick's hands, everything was neat and tidy, as if it was specially made for aesthetics.

It was only then that Emily realized that Patrick was a person who had a slight obsession with cleanliness. It was no wonder that his room was so clean and tidy.

Suddenly, her phone rang again.

It was Patrick's call.

Patrick picked up the phone with an unpleasant expression. He heard a joyful voice on the other end of the phone, "Child, we are here to see you. Is your daughter-in-law home?"

Patrick's hand trembled and he immediately hung up the phone. He said to Emily, "My mother is here!"

Emily also trembled. She quickly rubbed her old waist and ignored Patrick's fiery gaze. She put on her pajamas and combed her hair.

Patrick then thought of something and said in shock, "That's right, my mom has the key to my door!"

As soon as he finished his sentence, a dark shadow rushed into the door.

Patrick was holding an exquisite wooden box in his hand. When Emily saw it, her expression immediately changed.

The most precious memories in her mind were all in there. No one could touch them, including Patrick.

She subconsciously rushed over to snatch the box.

Patrick quickly said, "Be careful!"

This time, Emily really understood the disadvantages of the messy room. If she was not careful, her foot would be tripped by the violin.

She staggered and fell to the ground.

Patrick was quick to react. He put the box on the table and rushed over to hug Emily. The two of them fell to the ground. At this moment, a dark shadow appeared at the door.

A middle-aged woman who looked to be in her early thirties opened her eyes wide. "Wow, it's so early in the morning. As expected of my son..."

"Isn't that girl, Emily, the one who sang so well in the TV series? The female lead is so talented!" The old lady pointed at Emily, her hands trembling.

"Isn't that girl, Emily, the girl who sang so well in the TV series?" The old lady pointed at Emily, her hand trembling. "Isn't that girl, Emily, the girl who sing so well in the TV series?"

"..."

The group of people stared at the two people in the room. In front of so many people, Emily blushed. She was a little annoyed, but she could only whisper to Patrick, "Get up!"

Patrick smiled and carefully helped her up. Then he turned around and shouted at the group of people, "Can you not disturb us this early in the morning? Go, go!"

"Okay! You guys continue. We'll come again next time."

The old lady and Mrs. Xiao said in unison. The other relatives also nodded and left the villa.

Emily stood up with Patrick's help. She was still trembling.

Ever since she had gotten her marriage certificate, she knew that she would have to face Patrick's family sooner or later. She had thought of thousands of ways to meet them, and she had prepared countless lines. Who would have thought that fate would be so unpredictable? This was the first time they had met, and it was so awkward.