Chapter 701 - 709: Spare No Effort to Praise Oneself

James Black had just come out of the kitchen after washing the dishes when he saw Jane Sampson hugging her mobile phone and laughing in the living room like a total fool.

"What are you laughing at?" He walked over and glanced at Jane Sampson’s mobile phone.

Regrettably, she hid it quickly, so he saw nothing.

"Nothing." The guilt in Jane Sampson’s eyes darted around his face.

James Black snorted, pulled out his mobile phone directly from his pocket, did nothing else, and went straight into Jane Sampson’s Moments.

He looked, no new posts.

James Black’s face darkened, "Did you block me?"

Jane Sampson instinctively hid her phone and, giggling foolishly, sneaked back a few steps.

The next second, she turned and ran upstairs.

Oh no, discovered!

Jane Sampson took off suddenly, but James Black was even quicker in his response.

She had just reached the staircase entrance when James Black caught up with her, reached out to pull her in, and embraced her waist lightly, pressing her into his arms.

"Hand over the phone." James Black said.

"No." Jane Sampson shook her head resolutely, "If you see it, you’re definitely going to be unhappy, so you might as well not look and pretend you don’t know."

"Huh, as if I would fool myself like that," scoffed James Black disdainfully.

Jane Sampson didn’t surrender it voluntarily, but for James Black, it was just a matter of a few more seconds. Jane Sampson’s mobile phone ended up in his hands.

As Jane Sampson gazed at the mobile phone in his hands with a pained expression, James Black picked her up and sat her on his lap on the sofa. After he secured her in place, he leisurely opened her Moments from her mobile phone.

"You can get angry or upset after looking at it, but you’re not allowed to delete it," Jane Sampson cautioned, tugging at James Black’s arm.

James Black had not yet seen anything but was already amused by her words, "Looks like you’re asking for a cleanup!"

Continuing to speak, James Black lightly tapped Jane Sampson’s forehead with her mobile phone.

"Hehehe," Jane Sampson grimaced, baring her small white teeth in a smile.

James Black glanced at her smiling face before redirecting his gaze to Jane Sampson’s mobile phone, clicking into her Moments to see the posts she had blocked him from.

Upon seeing the fourth dark photo, James Black’s eyes twitched, and the corners of his mouth followed suit with a restrained twitch. Then he glanced at Jane Sampson, whose guilty eyes started to wander.

"You don’t hold back in praising yourself," commented James Black without deleting the post, and handed the phone back to Jane Sampson, "If I catch you blocking me from your posts again, I’m confiscating your phone."

Jane Sampson quickly grabbed her phone, glanced at the screen, and then hid it behind her back like a treasure.

Thank goodness he didn’t delete it!

Jane Sampson giggled and smiled at James Black, then scooted over to sit next to him.

She was the type who would open a dyeing workshop if you gave her three colors and now regretfully muttered, "It’s a pity I didn’t capture the way you looked in an apron."

If the person sitting there muttering wasn’t James Black’s own wife, he would’ve slapped them on the forehead right then.

Such a handful!

"Shall we go for a walk outside? If we don’t, I’m going upstairs for a bath." Jane Sampson had eaten quite a bit that evening, so James Black was worried she might have overeaten.