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Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire novel Chapter 787

Chapter 787

As soon as Crystal turned over, she was picked up from behind. Harold said, 'TH let you sleep well tonight."

Crystal was vigilant. "Is your sleep a verb or noun?"

Harold asked, "What do you think?"

Crystal said, "It's possible for a cunning hooligan to think of anything. Who knows if you want me to do it with you? I don't want to be on the top. I'm really tired."

The man stopped in his tracks and sighed softly. "Crystal, you're really delicate."

"We can't do it by the window, and you don't want to be on top. You like to cry, and you scratch others when you cry."

"..." Crystal said angrily, "Don't you know why I cried? Don't you know why I scratched others?"

"Yeah, it's all my fault." Harold coaxed her. "You will stay beneath tonight."

"Didn't you just say that you will let me sleep well tonight?"

"Yeah," Harold said frankly, "I told you to sleep well with me."

Crystal,"..."

This man was really good at bluffing.

On the first day of the long holiday, Crystal stayed in bed for the whole morning. In the afternoon, she received a call from the study committee member, asking her to help send things to school.

Many students had gone home for the long holiday. Those who lived in City W were either traveling or busy with other stuff. It took a long time for the members of the study committee to finally find a little kid who had time and was also in City W.

Dana nodded.

In fact, this matter could not be blamed on the members of the study committee. There was a piece of information in their class that was sent online. However, the old professor was too old to use electronic equipment. He did not even have a smartphone. Crystal had no choice but to follow the orders of the members of the study committee to print the information and send it to the old professor.

She printed the documents in the school's printing shop and followed the address all the way. Crystal knew this old professor. Even if he was in A University, he was well-known. He was also the teacher who was in charge of the experiment sessions of Crystal's class, but she had not taken the subject yet. She could only attend his sessions after the holiday.

The old man had no children. His wife had passed away a long time ago, and he spent his holiday in school. Crystal knocked on the door of the office and heard a voice younger than imagined. "Come in."

Crystal pushed the door open and saw an old man with white hair. It was said that Professor Falkner was already in his 70s. But when he turned his head, Crystal felt that he was less than 50 years old. Except for his white hair, he didn't look old. It could be seen that the old man was very healthy.

"Hello, Professor Falkner. I'm here to deliver the documents," Crystal said gently.

Professor Falkner stared at Crystal. After a while, he took off his glasses and asked, "Which class are you from?"

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