Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy -
Chapter 1915
The man's unruly words made Monica blush. She glanced at him: "Don't say that."
"Don't say what?" The man teased her, pretending not to understand.
Monica's ears were hot, and she turned around and sat on the chair beside him to demolish the food brought by the man.
"You mean that you still need me." The man answered for her.
Monica chuckled. It was the default.
The food packaged by Stinson was made by the top chefs, including three dishes and one soup, as well as delivered fruit pastries.
Stinson also sat down lazily. Suddenly, he noticed that some of her colleagues were looking around curiously. He thinned his lips and asked Monica, "Your colleagues are outside.
Monica was shocked that she shouldn't have eaten alone, so she got up and took out the pastries and fruits.
"No, no, no, no, we're off work." The girls were curious about Stinson. It wasn't all these foods. In their eyes, this man's value was simply a show of wealth. It was hard for them to meet in this life. Monica show-up scared them away and she had to take it back.
"They're afraid of you." Monica guessed.
"Why? I don't eat anyone." Stinson shrugged, innocently.
"You don't eat people, but your eyes will be shocked. If you look at them more, their hearts will fly." Monica laughed.
"Am I so charismatic?" Stinson smiled as well, so happy that she would praise her like this.
"Mm, I can't even resist it. I can't resist anyone else." Monica told the truth.
Stinson's eyes were deep, and she locked her heartily. At this moment, Monica took a beautiful cherry and put it on his mouth to bite. The man's heart itch, and suddenly got up. Before she could bite it, He stole her cherries and sucked on her tender lips.
"You..." Monica was shocked. She did not expect this man to be so bad.
"Don't do that, there's a monitor here." Monica pointed to a corner of the ceiling.
However, he did not take it seriously: "I'm not shamed of anything."
"Okay, you win." Monica could not laugh or laugh. She split the food in the incubator in half, and the two of them enjoyed a different meal in this office. "Why are you so desperate to work? Are you lack of money?" After eating dinner, Stinson saw that she was sitting back in her seat as he was unhappy. Was he not as important as her job?
"Sorry, who thinks his money is enough?" Monica replied casually.
In the next second, a black card was placed in front of her: "take my card."
Monica's beautiful eyes widened in surprise, holding the card: "No, I don't need."
"Then keep it. When you want to use it, you can save the emergency." Stinson whispered.
Monica's heart trembled, and she still returned the card to him: "Stinson, I still don't want your money. Otherwise, I will feel that I have the potential to eat the free meal, then I will lose my goal." "You're a woman, oh, my God, which woman doesn't want to spend her husband's money? Do you want to play AA with me after you get married? Alright, you can play on the bed. I'm going. "Stinson was suddenly annoyed. He really didn't like the feeling of being rejected, as if he had released her true feelings.
Monica was shocked by his analogy, and her face flushed with redness: "What are you talking about? I just feel that we have not married yet. I feel uncomfortable spending your money."
"Then, don't spend it, but you have to take this card." Stinson also had his insistence.
Monica had to take the handbag, open the wallet, and put the card in. "Okay, I accepted it."
At Wayne House.
Edwards and Lily sat in front of the dinner table, watching Gabe eating.
The little guy ate a few mouthfuls, and his big black eyes looked around. He noticed that his grandparents did not eat at all.
"Dad, mom, you guys scared me." Olivia immediately said.
Edwards and Lily realized that they had acted excessively, so they quickly picked up their chopsticks and together they put the dishes into the small bowl of Gabe's.
Suzanne laughed loudly: "Gabe is afraid that he will be spoiled by you."
Lily gave her daughter a glance: "Eat your dinner."
Stinson also quickly put a piece of meat into his daughter's bowl, and his voice was gentle: "Suzanne, after dinner, you can send Gabe back together."
"Okay, I like little nephews the most." Suzanne looked at the little guy with a smile. Stinson snorted, "I think you want to knead him as a dough."
Suzanne kicked her brother under the table. Gabe blinked a pair of black eyes and blinked her small shoulders. Little aunt always liked to hold his face and kissed him. He was really afraid of her. Edwards and Lily like this grandson the most.
"Mother, if you said that if your sister-in-law had a second child, would she have a twin?" Olivia asked curiously.
Lily shook her head: "I'm not sure about this, I'm giving birth to you because our family's genes." Gabe immediately asked curiously: "Can my mummy still have a baby? I want a sister." "Really? That's great, they will a second child."
"Mother, do you mean that if Monica gets married in the future, does she have a gene for having twins?" Suzanne asked interestingly.
When Edwards heard it, he looked at his son with a serious look: "You and Suzanne are too young to talk about this."
Suzanne immediately said angrily: "daddy, I heard that Olivia plays basketball at school. and many girls are sending him water and towels."
Edwards's gaze sank, and his handsome face turned pale.
Olivia explained anxiously, "Father, don't listen to her nonsense. Those are all girls who worship me. I've responded before.'
"No matter what, you should focus on your studies now. After you graduate from university, you'll think about falling in love." Edwards still believed in his son.
"Don't worry, I'm not interested in girls." Olivia glanced at his sister.
"Olivia, are you a gay?" Suzanne asked curiously.
"I ... of course not." Olivia was already gnashing his teeth. With such a nosy sister, there was nowhere else he would gossip to talk to other girls. He could not hide anything from her big mouth.
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