Stinson realized that Monica was not as stupid as he had thought.
"Why are you staring at me again? Is there something dirty on my face?" Monica raised her eyebrows slightly and asked intentionally.
"How do you know I'll in charge of this competition?" Stinson leaned closer, his thin lip leaning against her ear and asked.
"It's a guess." Monica quickly moved her head away. This man's atmosphere was too intriguing.
"So accurate?" Stinson was speechless.
"In short, you try not to intervene in my matters, okay?" Monica still likes a simple life, and she doesn't want to be interrupted by him.
"Don't worry, if you let me not interfere, of course, I won't do that." Stinson sighed, and originally wanted to surprise her. It seemed that she did not like this kind of surprise.
Monica suddenly felt relaxed, and could not help but drank a few more drinks. Very quickly, her face flushed with a faint blush, but she wasn't drunk, but her eyes revealed a sense of femininity.
Stinson was not drunk at all. He occasionally served vegetables to the woman around him, and his eyes were burning around her. He liked to see her drunk and blurred.
"You're so drunk?" At the end of the dinner, Monica heard the man whisper in her ear.
"Who says I'm drunk? I'm not." Monica stubbornly denied.
"This wine has enough stamina, you're not drunk now, but after a while, you'll." Stinson smiled evilly, did this woman finally stop guarding him?
"Stinson, I remind you, don't do anything to me." Monica trembled for a moment, then she covered her mouth, but she did not know such a cute little trick. .
Stinson laughed, "How dare I?"
Monica glared at him and walked in front of him. The elevator opened, and she walked forward. She felt that the soles of her feet trembled. She could no longer control the seven centimeters of high heels under her feet. She leaned next to the elevator wall to prevent herself from slipping.
Stinson's heart stunned, and instinctively reached out to hold her waist. Monica leaned on his chest, with blurred eyes raised, smiling at the man.
"Monica, you can't be drunk in front of other men in the future, are you clear?" Looking at her delicate and weak appearance, Stinson's first thought was to warn her.
Monica felt that the big hand around her waist was a little hot. She twisted her waist and stood aside. She said in a shy and angry tone, "I don't need you to remind me. . "
"Right, Carlos, is pretty good to you, you treat him ..."
"He's just my boss, you've thought too much." Monica immediately interrupted his guess.
"Do you know that he is a gay?" Stinson asked in a different tone.
"What?" Monica's beautiful eyes suddenly startled. It was hard to believe. "You're talking nonsense."
"I've investigated him. He lives with a man, and they really are that kind of relationship." Stinson said with a certain smile.
Monica glared at him resentfully: "How can you investigate other people's private affairs? You're really bored."
"The man around you, I want to know their purpose." Stinson hummed.
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