Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy novel 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?