Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy novel Chapter 1902

Looking at this high—end kitchen utensils and equipment, Monica was a little nervous. She opened the fridge and saw that there were some fresh ingredient inside. She took out a few samples. She can enjoy the night view outside the window when she is cooking.

Monica sighed lightly. Everywhere is full of money. Is this the life of the rich?

"Do you need help?" Stinson stood at the door of the kitchen. He had a long—standing jade, and had a refined and elegant temperament.

Monica turned to look at him and shook her head. "No, I'll do it."

"Really?" The man took a few steps forward, his long arms, and on both sides of her, gently trapped her in his arms. He smiled thinly on his lips and asked hoarsely against her earlobe. "I don't know why, I don't seem to be hungry right now."

Monica was not an ignorant girl. After entering the workplace for many years, she had heard many jokes before. At the dinner table, a lot of male colleagues spoke with a dirty tone, so she understood.She could not help but take the watered finger and slam it on the man's eyebrows. The man took a few steps back in fright and looked at her in a circle.

Monica wouldn't be too soft to clean him up. She snorted in dismay: "you just said you wouldn't touch me if we didn't get marry. "

"I'm just kidding" The man reached out to wipe off the drops of water on his face. This woman really doesn't know romance.

"Stop saying this kind of joke. Otherwise, I will pouch you." Monica put her hands on her waist and looked serious.

"Okay, it is up to you." The man could only sigh, arguing with his two sisters about his family status at home. He finally had to set up his own family.

Could it be that the man who was the Wayne family had this status at home? Even if his father listened to his mother's words, even his uncle would only listen to his wife. Sure enough, rich men love their wives. So to speak, he could be a rich man with peace of mind.

Monica could not help but laugh. For some reason, she was quite happy looking at his grievance.

"You brought me here just want to eat what I cooked?" Monica looked at him.

"I want to eat what Marshall had." Stinson hung the word jealous on his face.

"I've always thought that you're a mature man. I didn't expect that your heart is smaller than a needle. It's a matter of kindness." Monica sighed and shook his head.

"In front of an outsider, I can be a mature man, but in front of you, I just want to have the privilege of being like a child. What's wrong with jealousy? Who stipulates that a mature man can't be jealous?"

"Okay, you win." Monica did not argue with him.

"In the future, you can't cook for other men anymore. You have to promise me, otherwise, I'll be angry." Looking at her as she bent down to wash vegetables, she had an indescribably soft and feminine aura. He was the most able to break into a man's heart. If other men could see her as gentle at home, there was no guarantee that that man would not be impressed by her.

"You're really overbearing, Marshall is my friend anyway. You're angry even when you treat friends?" Monica was completely speechless.

"I'm saying that you can't cook for him alone. If I'm present, it's a different matter." Stinson also felt like he was overbearing, so he could only explain.