My Supermodel Wife

Chapter 1071 - Haunted By Bad Luck!

Not long after, Chris listened to Vivi's explanation and was very surprised.

"So, he really went looking for a job?"

Vivi nodded seriously. "Yes."

At the end of the conversation, Chris didn't answer.

Whether Tom can really grow up depends on his own effort.

In the past, too many people helped him, making him always think that everything would be fine.

The cruel and harsh truth would be the lesson he had to learn the most from now on.

...

In the evening, Vivi returned to her apartment.

When she reached the door, she stood there and hesitated for a few seconds.

Even though she knew Tom was deceiving her, she did have a hard time.

Vivi felt better pretending she didn't know anything, so as not to break the man's spirit.

After recollecting her mood, Vivi opened the door and entered the house.

It was now half past six, and the room was pitch black. Tom doesn't seem to be back. Could he be looking for work outside all day?

Vivi took the opportunity to sit down, took out her cell phone and hesitated to call him.

Tom coughed and said dryly, "What is it?"

Vivi heard his voice and realized something was wrong. She frowned and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

Tom fell silent. "It's okay!" As he spoke, he coughed twice.

At this time, Vivi concluded that Tom had something to hide, and her tone became much more anxious. "Where are you? Didn't you say that you went looking for work today? Why don't you come back?!"

"I have something to do, you don't have to worry about me. I'm not going to your place today!"

Tom's answer caused a fire to ignite in her heart. She had good intentions, but the other party didn't seem to appreciate it.

"What do you think I am? If you don't come back today, it's better not to come in front of me again in the future."

After that, Vivi hung up the phone.

She didn't blame Tom for messing up her work and her life, but now he's starting to act recklessly again.

Vivi dropped the phone, took off her shoes, and went to the kitchen with a sullen face.

She didn't know what was going on, she wanted to distract herself by cooking, but she couldn't calm down.

In the past few days, she had been with Tom day and night.

Suddenly, he disappeared tonight, and the room was quiet and frustrating.

Vivi subconsciously washed the vegetables, then cut them, placed them nonchalantly on the plate, and then threw the litters... into the trash bin.

Only after the oil in the pot got hot did Vivi realize that the vegetables to be fried were missing.

She turned off the fire in annoyance, turned and sat at the dining table, frowning.

At this time, in the quiet kitchen, she faintly heard the vibration of the cell phone.

Vivi walked around the kitchen, and finally remembered that her cell phone was in the entrance hall.

The call was from Tom.

When Vivi was about to pick up the phone, the vibrations suddenly stopped.

The screen showed that there were eight missed calls, all made by him.

Seeing this scene, Vivi's angry expression faded.

Before she could call him back, the phone rang again.

This time, Vivi picked it up though hesitating. After connecting, she heard Tom scream.

"Are you trying to make me bleed? You didn't answer after I called you so many times. Can't you be a little more caring?"

Vivi couldn't help but lift the corners of her lips when she heard the familiar tone.

She cleared her throat, deliberately lowered her voice, and asked weakly, "What's wrong? Why are you looking for me?"

Tom listened to Vivi's nonchalant tone, paused, and muttered, "Are you really that mad? I was just... kidding!"

"I'm not angry, just tell me, what's wrong."

Vivi sighed silently. Although she was quite critical of him, she still asked patiently.

On the other end of the phone, accompanied by the sound of cars passing by, Tom said less confidently. "It's nothing, I just had a fight with someone!"

"What? You had a fight?!?"

Vivi raised her voice suddenly, Tom's bruised nose and swollen face even appeared in her mind.

After thinking about it, she felt worried again.

Even in a fight, that man could only be battered!

Then, she asked again, "Where are you now? Didn't you say you went looking for a job? Why are you fighting?"

Tom curled his lips. "This matter… It's a long story. How about you pick me up? I'll let you know when we meet!"

"Okay, send me the address!"

After hanging up the phone, Vivi took her coat and her car's key then got out.

She didn't even notice that her footsteps were messy.

There was a deep desire in her to meet Tom soon.

He still has the wound on his leg and was kicked out of the house by his father. He got into a fight with someone on his first day looking for a job.

Did he have bad luck?!

Twenty minutes later, Vivi rushed to the western part of the city.

She turned onto the old road according to the navigation route, and only ten meters after driving, she saw a figure sitting near the flowerbed under the streetlamp ahead.

On a cold, foggy night, Tom, with his swollen nose and face limped to his feet, waved at the car.

Vivi stopped the car and was stunned while leaning on the steering wheel!

Her guess was right!

Vivi leaned over and got out of the car, her entire focus centered on Tom's cheeks. "You got into a fight with someone or did you get beaten up?"

Tom glanced at her secretly and said bluntly, "What difference does it make? Isn't it basically fighting?"

Vivi was silent for a while, shook her head, and said, "Forget it, get in the car first!"

After getting in the car, the lights inside exposed the wounds on Tom's face more clearly.

One eye was swollen, the corner of his mouth was blue, his cheekbones were scraped, his pants and coat were full of footprints, his shirt was wrinkled, and three of his buttons were missing...

This is nothing close to fighting! He looked like he had just been beaten!

Vivi looked at him with a strange expression, then rummaged through the dashboard. She found a wet tissue and handed it to him. "You clean your hands first. Do you want to tell me about it? What happened? Didn't you say that you wanted to go to the winery to apply to be a sommelier? Who beat you?"

Tom took the wet tissue and squeezed it hard. "The winery guard!"

Vivi looked at him sideways, looking confused. "For what?"

Tom lowered his eyes and licked the corner of his mouth, his voice much lower than before as he said, "Everything went smoothly at first, but then… They asked me to try and taste several types of red wine. After two sips, I said that the wine they had was fake, and they weren't happy with my comment!"

Vivi. "..."

"Damn it, but it wasn't my fault!" Tom cursed with a frown.. "I've been to that winery before, and the person in charge of the place knows me too! I used to drink their wine, but this time they gave me cheap wine. When they couldn't accept my comments, we started beating each other!"