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."
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