Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 956

They went to the supermarket before going home that night.

Emily followed Simon and changed her slippers. She couldn't help but yawned. It was too early for her to get up in such early morning, so she didn't have much energy all day. She made great effort from falling asleep when giving classes to the children.

The culprit, Simon, on the other hand, looked languid and a little satisfied.

It was all his fault!

Emily ground her teeth and inevitably felt a little unbalanced in her heart. She glanced at the shopping bag in his hand and suddenly said, "Simon, I also want to cook!"

Simon, who was walking to the kitchen, stopped and asked in surprise, "You also want to cook?"

"Why not?" Emily raised her eyebrows, pretending to be indifferent. She gave him a meaningful snort and said, "In case someone says that I'm not virtuous!"

Simon coughed unnaturally.

Since he was not pleased that she lied that Tyler invited her to see the sunrise, she was also unhappy that he had brought his female colleague back to cook together. They looked so close in the kitchen for so long, and he even complimented that colleague to her face!

Emily washed her hands and put on the apron. Then she turned around and lifted her chin like big boss.

Seeing this, Simon went forward and tied the belt.

After more than half an hour, the kitchen ventilator stopped buzzing.

Four dishes and one soup were placed on the dining table. They were all home-cooked dishes, such as braised beef, steamed fish, stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots, garlic fried wheat with garlic sauce, and a bowl of vegetable egg soup. The fragrance was all over the place.

Emily took off her apron and asked him with a smile, "Simon, am I virtuous?"

When Simon heard this, he looked at the four dishes and one soup on the table. Well, she stayed in the kitchen with him all the time. But except for washing and cutting the vegetables and turning off the fire after he finished cooking, he did everything.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he struggled to squeeze out two words, "pretty virtuous."

Emily was satisfied with the answer. She pulled out a chair and sat down to enjoy the meal.

After washing the bowls and chopsticks, the sky had grown dark. She took the towel that he handed and wiped her hands, muttering, "I'm so sleepy, I want to go to bed early!"

It was as the saying goes: Getting up late ruins the morning while getting up early ruins the day.

The sound of running water in the bathroom stopped. Two minutes later, Emily, who had put on her pajamas, came out of the bathroom. Her white skin was flushed naturally by the steam, and the fluff on it could be seen clearly. She held a towel in her hand and wiped her long wet hair hanging down to her chest while walking.

Simon, who had already finished showering, was sitting at the head of the bed. He was wearing a dark gray bathrobe, but the belt around his waist was not tight. The neckline of the shirt was wide open, revealing his charming chest muscles.

He waved at her and said, "Emily, come here!"

Emily walked over obediently as if bewitched and sat next to the bed like a little pet.

Simon took a hairdryer next to him and let Emily lie on his legs. His slender fingers were between her hair. After connecting the hairdryer to the power source, he began to dry her hair.

The temperature was just right, and Emily's eyes even narrowed because of comfort.

The dryer was blowing. But, gradually, she felt that something was wrong, and she could feel that his breath became somewhat unstable.

The big hand in her hair held the back of her head, and suddenly her head was raised. In her sight, it was his enlarged facial features, and he wrapped her up with his fine masculine aura.