Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy -
Chapter 1905
It is very fine today, with warm sunshine and clear blue sky. Monica stood in front of the wardrobe and carefully selected the clothes.It is the fifth suit she was changing her. "mummy, you look good on anything." The little guy could see that mummy seemed to be dissatisfied with the clothes on her body. He immediately praised her. Monica turned her head and said, "Really? Then pick a set for me."
The little guy had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. He immediately ran over and pointed out a colorful dress: "mummy, this one looks good." Monica looked at her son speechlessly: "mummy is going to see your grandparents today. It's too high-key to wear this one."
"Are you nervous, mummy?" The little guy asked with his big black eyes.
"yes, and you?" Monica squatted down and gently arranged for his son's collar.
"I am not, daddy said grandparents will like me very much." The little guy immediately smiled.
Monica sighed softly: "Yes, they will definitely like you."
"mummy, don't worry, I'll make them like you too. At first, he doesn't seem to like you much either." The little guy had already seen everything through. Monica laughed and said, "You little elf."
Stinson walked in and saw they were chatting in the room. He curiously leaned on the door to see what they were talking about. Unexpectedly, Gabe talked to him. "Son, don't talk nonsense behind my back." Stinson was now careful about this relationship. At that moment, he heard his son's negative score in front of Monica. The little guy mischievously made a face at him and immediately ran away.
"This child is too skinny." Stinson sighed, looking back, he didn't seem so naughty. Monica's face was flushed and she sorted out her wrinkled dress.
"You've got space in your closet. I'll buy more clothing for you." Stinson's eyes circled and said.
"No, I have a lot of clothes." Monica immediately shook her head. She didn't want to be a greedy woman.
"I gave it to you, and you don't want it either?" The man's tone was a little heavy and his performance was sad.
Monica stunned for a moment. She deliberately raised her eyebrows and looked at him: "For free?"
"Do you want to be so clear between us? I can send them for free. Of course, everything is free." The man looked at her even more injured.
"I still don't know that the you are so easy to get." Monica started to tease him.
"Monica, say it again." The man was still weak. Just now, he was imposing, staring at her dangerously. "Do you want to give away in vain? What if I force it?"
What does it mean to be forced to send? She did not dare to think deeply.
"Just the one on you, don't pick it." The man grabbed her hand and walked out.
Monica's face was swelled with anger: "You ... What have you seen?"
"I'm not satisfied when I saw you try on several sets of clothes in one go. I didn't know that you would take this matter so seriously. Actually, it's just a regular meal. Don't worry, you have me.", And gently comforted her.
"You ... damn it!" Monica was really getting angry. Was this man just peeking at her outside the door?
The man finally did not hold back and laughed.
Downstairs, the black car had been waiting for a long time. Monica sat in with her son, and the man bent over to sit in. He carried his son to his lap and sat down. He would do it anywhere, any small matter. In fact, Monica's heart was touched by these small details.
The car slowly exited the villa and headed towards a direction where Monica was unfamiliar.
This city has changed so much that the memories of the past have long been blurred. Monica only knew that the direction the car was driving was said to be the super rich district.
An hour and a half hour later, Monica saw a very spectacular manor house. It was located just over half an hour away from the city center. The scenery was beautiful on both sides, and the door slowly opened. Even though the ugly wife always saw her in-laws, she did not have the confidence in her heart. When the car drove into such a modern yet elegant manor, her only pride vanished. She thought that with the fame and strength that she had gained in so many years of hard work, she would be confident.
But now, she is not.
Her hands were suddenly held tightly by a big hand. The warmth of the man's palm made her tremble slightly.
She saw that Stinson smiled.
"daddy, is this grandparents home? It's so big. It looks like a park?" The little guy was already curious as he looked out of the car window.
"Yeah, this is grandparents house, where daddy played at younger age. After we had dinner, daddy will show you around. You will definitely like it." He was filled with warm feelings in his heart. He recalled his years of growth. No matter what he did outside, his heart would always remember this place of growth.
The car passed through the long avenue of flowers and parked in front of a grand European-style building on the hillside.
"Stinson is back." Suddenly, the car had not stopped yet, and two figures, one tall and one short, rushed out of the living room. The boy is tall and handsome, the girl is cute and exquisite, and they looked sweet.
These two were the lovely kids in the Wayne: Olivia and Suzanne, whose personalities are totally different.
When the door of the car opened, Suzanne slammed a face with Gabe. Two pairs of black and beautiful eyes looked at each other for five seconds.
"She's your little ant." Stinson introduced her gently.
"Ah!" Suzanne screamed.
This shouted out Stinson who was sitting in the living room. He got up and walked out, wondering what the little daughter was fooling around.
In the sun, the middle-aged man had a refined and well-maintained temperament. He looked like he was in her early forties. His facial features were mature and steady, but the moment he saw his daughter, it became gentle.
"Monica, what's going on?" Stinson frowned and asked.
Suzanne picked out Gabe in the car: "daddy, there's a little boy like a brother here."
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