Monica saw the man laughing at her. She was stunned for a moment. Shouldn't he be unable to move his eyes away? Why did he look so funny when he saw her?
"Stinson, what are you laughing at? Don't tell me I don't look good in it?" Monica glared at him in grievance.
Stinson walked over gently with his slender legs. He reached out and cut the strands of hair on her chest. He smiled and said, "Of course it looks good. I just suddenly thought of something very interesting."
"What is it?" Monica curled her lips. He wasaccompanying her to try on the wedding dress. But he was actually thinking of something else. Should she lose her temper to prove her existence?
When Stinson saw that she was a little angry, he immediately explained softly, "Don't misunderstand. I'm not thinking about other people's affairs. I just thought that we met when we were young. At that time, you were too young. You might not have any memories, but I remembered them."
Monica was embarrassed. She had heard him say that they had encounteredwhen she was a child. She was like a fool.
"Then what about this one?" After Monica finished speaking, she gently circled around the side. The light veil on her hem immediately seemed to have given her a soul, and it flew lightly, causing Monica to show a wisp of immortal energy.
Stinson nodded in affirmation, "Of course not. Actually, clothes are picking people. It's not for people to pick clothes. Your temperament is good, your figure is good, and you won't look ugly in any kind of clothes."
Monica did not expect his mouth to be so lip—synching, making her flatter. She was embarrassed again.
The shopkeeper and two shop assistants were also praising her. They all hoped that this expensive wedding dress would be bought by the patron in front of them.
Monica couldn't make up her mind for a moment. They all said that she was pretty and she liked it.
"You can try on another festive toast dress." Stinson wasn't a very picky person to buy things. If he liked it, he would buy it. This was strength.
Monica picked another expensive toast dress, and the two of them decided on it.
After leaving the wedding gown shop, the two of them went straight home. Tomorrow, they were going to take the Wayne Group's private plane, so it was enough for them to simply pack up a few things.
Monica was also amazed by the Wayne Group's strength. Deep down in her heart, she felt somewhat inferior.
Although there weren't many people attacking her on the Internet now, they were teasing her in another tone, saying that she only got the upper hand because her son.
But in reality, wasn't that the case? If she didn't have a son, Stinson wouldn't have known her at all, and she wouldn't have had the chance to meet a man of his status.
Monica could only relax her heart. Whether it was because herson or because they truly loved each other, she could only maintain a calm state of mind and live a good life every day.
The next morning, everyone from the Wayne Group came to the airport to see them off. Monica was a little embarrassed. Looking at her parents—in—law's love for her, she felt deeply ashamed, but also warmly moved.
"Stinson, go abroad and take good care of Monica. If you see Creamy, let her return home as soon as possible." Mrs. Wayne warned her son.
"Brother, sister—in—law, I wish you a pleasant trip. Gabe will leave us to take care of." Suzannealso happily sent her blessings.
Olivia smiled and interrupted, "Don't worry, I will definitely watch these two people and not let them fight."
"Hey, what are you talking about? I won't fight with Gabe." Suzanne's small fist immediately smashed towards her Second Brother's shoulder and angrily retorted.
Olivia immediately laughed and ran away.
Mrs. Wayne looked at the small pair and could only shake her head and sigh.
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