Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 1515

Tina looked a little awkward.

Although when she came out, surprise flashed in his eyes, but she saw it clearly.

Tina had long ago known that she was not the only woman he had kept. He must have mistaken her for someone else just now. For some reason, she lost all her mood to cook porridge for him. She felt very remorseful.

Tina met his gaze and could only put on a fake smile. "Didn't you say last time that if you fall ill again, I would cook you porridge! I just went to Chin's Group this afternoon and I heard the secretary say that you're ill..."

Therefore, she came here to make porridge for him.

The corner of Wilson's mouth was lifted and smiles appeared in his eyes.

Her stomach seemed to have its own mind and could not wait any longer.

He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is it done?"

Tina nodded. "Yes, it's done!"

She called the hospital and told Isla that she didn't have to wait for her. After returning to the TV station to clock out, she took a bus to the No.I Luxurious Residence. The rice was cleaned and then soaked for half an hour. It had been braised for a long time and was soft and sticky now.

Wilson pulled back the chair. "Eat with me. It's lonely to eat alone!"

Since the boss had said so, Tina didn't dare to refuse. "Okay!"

After she received the order, she returned to the kitchen.

When he was ill last time, she cooked for him on the spur of the moment, so she just made rice porridge. Afraid that he would think it was too simple, she specially bought some prickled cucumbers when she passed by the supermarket. After coming back, she fried the cucumber with ham, which could stimulate appetite.

Tina was wearing an apron, without a jacket, which made her figure even slimmer.

Perhaps because she had been staying in the kitchen, her little white face was flushed by the steam, which made her look particularly charming. Her eyes and brows were covered with a soft light, which was very gentle.

She looked like a wife.

Wilson sat at the dining table, and the eyes behind the glasses had been on her all the time.

Tina brought two bowls of porridge and a fried dish. The dining room instantly warmed up, as if this lonely night had become warm.

This was their first time having dinner together.

Unexpectedly, in addition to sleeping with him on the weekend, she also had to eat with him!

Tina sat opposite him and forced a smile dutifully, telling him that he could eat now.

Wilson picked up the porridge bowl, but he still glanced at her from the corner of his eyes.

Just like him, she was also eating porridge. Below her collarbone was her full bosom. His eyes darkened.

Wilson suddenly felt that he would like to eat something more than porridge.

He had no appetite for the whole day, so he did not eat the meal his secretary ordered for him. After eating two bowls of warm porridge, he felt much better and relaxed. After he finished his meal, Tina also put down her bowl and chopsticks.

She glanced at the night outside the window and then glanced at Wilson, who was full, saying, "It's late. I've finished cooking the porridge. President Chin, I'll go back first!" The purpose of Tina's visit tonight was simply to cook porridge.

She picked up the coat on the back of the chair next to her and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she passed by the dining table, her wrist was caught by Wilson. Then she was pulled back, and fell directly on his leg.

After losing her balance, Tina involuntarily hugged his neck to stabilize herself.

In this way, the posture looked more ambiguous.

Tina was shocked.

Wilson still felt hungry.

He held her tightly in his arms and felt her good shape. His breathing suddenly became heavier.

Tina couldn't move at all because of his hug. When she looked up and saw the change in his eyes, she suddenly felt a chill in her heart. She smiled and reminded him, "President Chin, I'm here to fulfill the appointment of making porridge for you. It's not the weekend yet!"

"Yes." Wilson nodded.

Huh?

Tina was trying to figure out the meaning of his words when she saw him adjusting his glasses. He put his thin lips close to her ear and breathed deeply and ambiguously. "But you're already here!" Tina was speechless.

Seeing that he was determined to get it, she tried to replace a reason. "Well, President Chin, my waist is not fully recovered..."

"It doesn't matter. You can sit on me!" Wilson smiled.

Tina was helpless

She didn't want to do that at all!

Wilson put forth strength in his hands, lifted her waist lightly, and strode upstairs with her in his arms.

Tina did not have any chance to fight back.

She felt that she was so stupid that she came here on her own initiative.

In the blink of an eye, she was thrown onto the big bed, her back falling into the soft bedding.

Wilson held her face, and the finger swept over her eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips one by one. Many goose bumped on her skin due to his rough fingers.

After he took off his glasses, his deep eyes were like whirlpools.

Wilson said, "Tina, you look so good.

You don't need makeup when you see you in the future!"

Tina's eyelashes fluttered.

She clenched her fingers as if she wanted to refuse.

Wilson suddenly kissed her.

While they were kissing, his big hand had already unbuttoned her clothes...

This night was bound to be a hot night.

The next day.

The Rolls-Royce drove out of No.I Luxurious Residence and ran on the street against the morning light.

Last night, Wilson didn't stop until two hours later. When she got into the car just now, her calves were so weak that she almost lost her footing.

When the car crossed speed humps and shook slightly, she quickly held her waist.

She looked at the culprit next to her. As before, Wilson was flipping through the files while he was free in the car.

He wore a pair of rimless glasses and an expensive hand-made suit, the buttons of which were glossy. He was gentle, wise and sharp.

Tina remembered that all the female colleagues in the TV station were obsessed with him and regarded him as a perfect Prince Charming.

Tut tut.

He was not a Prince Charming, but a despicable monster!

Tina complained in her heart and turned to look out of the car window.

The morning sunshine was as energetic as a deer. Wherever it went, it gave people a feeling of freshness.

Tina was aimlessly enjoying the street view. When the car stopped at the red light, the huge LCD screen on the office building outside the car came into her view.

She looked over casually and held her breath after a glance.

It was the busiest business zone in the city. At this time, a propaganda movie was playing on the giant screen. A man was sitting in front of the piano, with his slender fingers on the black and white keys. Beside him was endless sea.

A person and a piano seemed to be integrated into the sea.

The man slightly lowered his head, and his hair in front of his forehead hung down. He seemed to be immersed in music. And his profile was extremely handsome.

"The famous pianist, Dylan, is ready to come back for a concert."