As soon as the man finished speaking, Monica saw his sluggish expression. She had already bitten her lips and secretly laughed.
Stinson suddenly didn't want to continue this topic, it was too depressing.
"What's so funny about it? The hostess is the core of the family. From old to young, she needs to be thorough. As a man, he should bemagnanimous and graceful both. I feel that a man who respects his wife at home is to set up correct values for his children. It's not embarrassing." Stinson guiltily explained what he had just said.
Monica stuck out her tongue mischievously, "Why are you explaining? Did I make you afraid of me?"
"How could I be afraid of you?" Stinsonwas flushed as he argued.
"I'm not afraid of you either." Monica said.
Stinson suddenly felt that they were a little childish. He couldn't help but laugh, "That's right, as adults, we have to learn to respect each other."
Although Monica did not say anything, she was inexplicably happy. Family traditionwas very important. What kind of environment a person grew up in also determined his views. Since Stinson's family tradition was so good, then Stinson should also be a decent gentleman.
The atmosphere immediately eased up a lot. Monica lazily said, "I'm a little sleepy. I'm going to take a shower."
Stinson looked at her like a cat, lazily taking off hercoat and walking towards the bathroom. His heart trembled slightly, and he really had the urge to follow her in for a peek.
Unfortunately, he was just talking about his family tradition, and now he was like a hooligan, as if he had slapped himself in the face, so he could only take out the iPad and deal with the work he had piled up today.
Monica took a bath and walked out wearing a white bathrobe. Her long hair was stained with water and her tail curled up. There was a feminine charm in her.
She walked out and saw the man leaning on the sofa, looking at the iPad in his hand with rapt attention. She did not go over to disturb him. Instead, she took out the drawing tools she had brought with her and sat on the floating window of the bedroom. She looked at the scenery outside the window as she thought of a new design.
It was already eleven o'clock. Monica rarely grasped a bit of inspiration. The sleepiness she felt just now was swept away, and her writing became more and more flexible and sensible.
Stinson thought she was asleep.He knocked on her bedroom door and entered. When he saw her sitting in the floating window, he was slightly shocked.
"Didn't you say you were sleepy just now? Why aren't you sleeping?" He felt a little heartache and also had some ideas on her.
Monica happily raised her blueprint, "I have inspiration now. I want to draw more manuscripts for later use."
"Don't fight too hard. Your life is yours." Stinson walked to her side and glanced at the manuscript she had drawn. He couldn't help but laugh, "You and my mother were really fated. Back then, she was also a designer. Why don't you ask her for advice another day and see if she has any good suggestions for you?"
"I don't dare." Monica immediately shook her head and said in horror, "Auntie used to be a leading figure. How dare I let her guide me at my level?"
"You're too modest. My mother's level is actually a little higher than yours. She it was also modest." Stinson still felt that they would have the same interest.
"Then one day, I'll find an opportunity to consult her." Monica was encouraged and couldn't help but be happy.
Stinson touched her head and said, "Go to bed early. I'll take you to the lake tomorrow."
"Mm, I went to sleep after I finished drawing this one." Monica's pretty face turned hot. The feeling of being touched just now was very warm.
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