Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy
Chapter 1802

When Betty asked, the man held the chopsticks hand and looked up at her: "I'm going to send her to her mother to live with her. This may take a process. She doesn't object to my girlfriend. ." "Oh? She figured it out?" Betty replied indifferently.

"She's already grown up and she's 13 years old. It's time to be sensible." This was what Theodore Shapiro thought. The 13-year-old girl scored well.

"Theodore Shapiro, I have a brother who spoiled me since I was young. I have not suffered any grievances since I was young, and my ability to resist stress is not strong. If I am in the process of dating with you, if I suffer, I might turn around and leave. "Betty put down her chopsticks and looked at him seriously.

Theodore Shapiro looked at her in shock.

"No way, I'm older, I just want to eat candy, I don't want to endure hardships." Betty pursed her lips and smiled. The wise light revealed in those clear and godly eyes made Theodore Shapiro's heart tremble. He knew he was not in love with a little white rabbit but a little fox.

"I'll make you sweet." The man grinned.

The red wine was delivered. Theodore Shapiro poured half a cup for her and Betty replied, "Sweet."

"Doesn't that suit your taste?" The man's mouth rose.

When Betty drank half of the bottle, the man started to look red as he looked at her, and his gaze darkened.

"Betty, what's your drink? Don't get drunk?" The man asked softly.

"I don't have a problem with my drinking." At this moment, Betty was drunk and confused for a moment. She wondered whether alcohol was tricking in the body or the crystal lamp above her head. The axe- like features were profound and full of the masculine sense of a male.

Theodore Shapiro saw her stare at him as she sent her wine to her mouth. That feeling made him feel a little weeping.

Theodore Shapiro's heart trembled. She wasn't a little fox, she was a refined fox? Why did he have a sense of frustration that he would not be an opponent in the future?

Betty's temperament was very unique. It was not a weak girl. It was not like a sweet and salty cute and pitiful girl. Her temperament was very complicated. When she tilted her head, she had a feminine style. When she looked down, she gave a quiet and gentle look.

Betty did not intend to attract his gaze, but between her gestures, there was already the charm of a mature woman. These were all her subconscious expressions.

"What time is it?" Betty was almost done eating. She decided to withdraw.

The man glanced at his watch and answered her with a low voice: "It's about half past eight. It's still early."

"I have to go back." Betty said as she stood up.

"I'll send you, I'm not drinking." The bottle of wine that Theodore Shapiro just called was mostly drunk by Betty. He had been drinking tea for the purpose of sending her home.

"No, I'll take a taxi. My house is not far away from here." Betty did not give him a chance.

"I'm worried about you." The man frowned. Didn't she promise to have a date with him just now? Why did she turn around and forgot it?

"If you give me away, don't I worry?" Betty laughed.

Theodore Shapiro's expression stiffened. Alright, he did not have any intentions either.

"Can I come and sit at your house?" Theodore Shapiro no longer tempted. He had been so painful that he had been trying to get to know her over the years. Since he wanted to go home with her, he asked. Betty was stunned. It was too direct.

"Okay, send me off." Betty thought about it. She seemed to have promised to socialize with him earlier. She had to give him a chance.

Theodore Shapiro's eyes rejoiced.

Betty lived in a high-class district. On the 28th floor, it was considered a high-rise. Theodore Shapiro followed her and saw that her ears were a little red, she was drunk.

Betty wasn't really drunk. Maybe her skin was too white, and a little blush would appear.

Betty opened the door. Suddenly, a white puppy jumped out of the room.

Betty instinctively bent over and hugged it.

"You still have a puppy." Theodore Shapiro looked at her very good with the puppy and could not help but smile.

"This is what my friend gave me to keep for a few months, not mine." Betty laughed and teased the puppy, then let it go. After a while, the little thing came over with its small bowl for dinner. Betty took the feed to feed it, while Theodore Shapiro looked at her house. There were three bedrooms and two living rooms, plus a large balcony, which was very warmly dressed.

Theodore Shapiro walked to the balcony. Suddenly, he saw a man's suit hanging on her hanger. His expression instantly solidified.

How could she have men's clothes in her house?

Betty had already fed the puppy, stood up, washed her hands, and walked out. She saw the man standingat the balcony door.

"Betty, will you bring a male friend to play at home?" Theodore Shapiro was really jealous. He couldn't control the sourness.

When Betty heard him ask like this, she looked up and saw the coat that was hanging: "That's my brother. Last time I left my car, I brought it back to help you wash your hands." Theodore Shapiro's heart seemed to circle the roller coaster a few times, and finally stopped safely.

"it's your brother, I thought ..."

"Why? What do you think of me as?" Betty's eyes glared at him.

"Maybe I'm really thinking too much." Theodore Shapiro also felt that his expression was out of control.

"Theodore Shapiro, kissing... What does it feel like?" Seeing how he looked when he lowered his head and smiled, it was damn charming, she immediately approached him. Theodore Shapiro's heart trembled. In the next second, he realized Betty was already standing in front of him, pulling his neck and blocking his thin lips.