Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy novel Chapter 1853

"I don't want people to misunderstand!"

"Misunderstanding? The children are so old. Is it too late now that you worried about that?" Stinson Wayne sneered.

Monica White stopped, and glared at him with anger: "You still have a face to say. Why you help the scumbag to frame me?"

Stinson Wayne's expression instantly changed. He looked at her angry face with an unfathomable look and lowered his voice and said, "Are you sure you want to quarrel with me here?"

Only then did she find that there were a lot of local residents who were going downstairs and having dinner. She had said too loudly. Someone had already listened.

Monica White turned around and left without saying a word, but her heart was filled with anger.

Five years ago, she was framed by Taylor White and Don Stephenson. She had always thought that it was a nightclub because it was definitely because they were using money to do bad things.

But she did not expect her son's father to be Stinson Wayne. This bastard is already so rich. Why should he do such a shameless thing?

Take the elevator upstairs, there were a few girls squeezed in the elevator, the moment they saw Stinson Wayne, they all blushed and straightened their eyes.

Apparently, they had never seen such a handsome man before.

Stinson Wayne used his son's little face to block his handsome face. Now, he was not in the mood to provoke someone.

When he thought of himself as a man with a son, he instinctively restrained all women.

When he entered the door, he found that this woman's living environment was so bad that she could only fit a bed.

In the eyes of Stinson Wayne, it was a nest, but in the eyes of Monica White, this was her warmest little home.

"Put it lightly!" Monica White was really afraid that he would throw his son on the bed, so she reminded him with a cold voice.

Of course, he was very gentle. The little guy mumbled, his two little hands still reaching out for a hug.

Stinson Wayne looked at his son's cute little gestures, and gently patted his shoulders gently. Then, he bent down and pressed his handsome face to the little guy's forehead. He raised his little hand softly, and soon fell asleep again.

When his son fell asleep, Stinson Wayne turned on the air conditioner, adjusted the temperature, and gently closed the door.

Monica White turned her back to him, and stood in front of the French window. The fact that Stinson Wayne was her son's biological father caused the pain that she had buried in her heart.

If she had restrained herself from thinking about it, she wanted to investigate.

Now, there was no way to suppress that anger.

Stinson Wayne squinted and looked at the woman.

Today, she wore his wide shirt, revealing two slender, straight white legs. Her black narrow skirt was covered by an overly long shirt, making people feel that she was the only one from head to toe. It was a romantic and ambiguous thing for a woman to wear a man's shirt.

Stinson felt the heart's speeding up again, and his blood sizzled.