Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute novel Chapter 69

Dillon skimmed his lips, "Pity, such a tender place that would have belonged to you, oh, I won't talk about it."

This time, without waiting for Filip to say anything, Dillon consciously kept his mouth shut.

Filip cold face, is about to turn around and leave, but saw Starry who sat inside the car took a thermos bottle and handed it to Izabella.

Dark eyes darkened slightly, he frowned and lifted his legs and strutted towards his car.

When he got into the car, Filip remembered that he had been drinking, he raised his hand to rub his temples and took his cell phone to call a valet.

Izabella was not completely drunk. After Starry helped her to the car, she sat there, not looking drunk at all.

Starry pulled out a thermos from the side with the sober soup she had just cooked and brought out, "Is it hard, Izabella?"

Izabella shook her head and looked at a concerned Starry, she was a little embarrassed, "Little Starry, I'm actually not drunk."

She is a poor drinker, but not so poor as that.

But it was the sight of Filip that made her feel upset.

Regardless of whether Starry and Filip are married by agreement or not, but the past five years, Filip behaved too indifferently.

Sometimes Starry just cared enough to ask a thoughtful question, but he did not even give Starry a good look.

Not to mention that several times he was drunk, Starry went over to pick him up, and he asked the driver directly with a gloomy face where he was going.

The more outrageous one is Starry with sobriety soup over to pick him up, Starry is only kind, he does not drink, he does not drink others can drink ah, but he directly in front of Starry, the thermos bottle cap open, and then the inside of the sobriety soup all poured.

After so many years, they are these bystanders are unbearable, but he is not half compassionate.

It's too cold.

Starry uncapped the thermos, "Careful, it's a little hot."

She didn't seem to hear what Izabella had just said, always with a light smile on her face.

Those good-looking eyes inside like a lake blown by the wind, with beautiful ripples, so calm and gentle, making Izabella more and more embarrassed, "It's so late, and still let you out to make this trip, sorry, Little Starry."

Izabella wasn't completely drunk, but she was definitely drunk and hugged Starry like a baby.

Starry passed the thermos to her lips, "Can you drink it yourself?"

"Can~"

Izabella said, and reached for the thermos.

Just a sip and she was scalded.

Starry hurriedly pulled down the thermos, "It's a little hot."

"A little bit, not very hot."

"So you drink slowly?"

Izabella nodded, "Little Starry don't worry, I'm really not drunk."

Starry smiled, "So I'm driving?"

"OK!"

On the way, Izabella never stopped talking inside her mouth about Sophie and the girls.

Starry over the ears but not the heart, from time to time thoughtful to respond to a sentence or two.

When we got back to the cottage, Izabella was almost asleep, Starry helped her out of the car and assisted her to the guest room, "You're drunk, so don't take a shower tonight, go wash your face and go to sleep, okay?"

Izabella nodded, "Don't worry Little Starry, I'm really not completely drunk yet."

She kept stressing, but Starry thought she was drunk. She watched Izabella wash her face and change into her pajamas before Starry turned off the lights and left the guest room.

Before she left the house, she could still hear Izabella's crumbling voice.