It was a happy dinner, especially for Andrew's grandpa, who had eaten a lot.
Just during this time, Sarah didn't expect that her phone number leaked out so soon, just after she met Bruce today.
She pretended to go to the toilet several times to hang up the phone. And she was afraid of revealing the truth, so she turned her phone off.
She knew. Maybe it was because that person asked Melissa for her phone number.
When she came out of the toilet door, she saw Andrew packing his clothes.
Sarah didn't understand. What was he doing?
Of course, what she had been thinking about was not finished. So she felt strange why he did it.
"Where are you going?"
She asked, watching him pick up some clothes.
In fact, Andrew was very old-school. His clothes were almost black and white. Except for a few blue coats, there were almost no other colors in the closet. His shirt was the same color and his suit was the same color. Once he wore one, he would throw it away.
"The old man has already gone to bed, and I have to go."
Oh, he just came back to show than for real. He was actually unwilling to stay at home.
"Are you going out again?"
"When did I mention that I wanted to stay?"
Sarah was so disgusted by his words that she was speechless. Why didn't he help her complete that thing?
She curled up her tongue slightly and camp up with an idea.
"Andrew, aren't you really afraid that I'll cheat on you?"
At the same time, she deliberately pulled her collar down, exposed her delicate clavicle with elegant arc and long neck.
The silent action had attracted the man's eyes. He threw his clothes in hands, looked at her with hands around the chest, "Sarah, are you so lonely that you wanted me to have sex with you?"
Putting on this scratchy look will only make him more disgusted.
"You didn't satisfy me in the daytime. Can't you do it now?"
She saw him looking at herself, but he didn't seem to have the slightest intention to come forward. So she pulled her collar lower, revealing a little sexy part.
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