"Okay!" Little Nomi was not picky about food. As long as her parents could eat with her, she didn't care what they ate.
"..." Louise's eyes flashed with surprise.
Why didn't Monique take this opportunity to go to the cafeteria for dinner? In this way, they could make Gu Xiaoxiao feel embarrassed.
"It was just a matter just having dinner with a president. It’s not a big deal."
However, before Louise could speak, Monique got up and looked at the computer next to Henry. "Well, Chairman Moore, we want to eat in the staff canteen..." If you were not used to that, you could eat something else.
"Okay!" Before Monique could finish her words, Henry agreed directly.
"..." Monique was stunned for a moment. How could he agree?
Henry went to the cafeteria for lunch at noon today, but people like him should have specially arranged other dishes.
What she was going to do now was to order in the canteen.
Although these dishes were already very good for Monique, for the high and mighty Henry, the food in the canteen should be for the pig.
Monique suddenly looked up and her beautiful almond-shaped eyes met his dark eyes.
His deep, bottomless black eyes were like an endless abyss, unable to reach the end.
She couldn't see him clearly, let alone understand him.
She didn't know if it was an illusion, but his eyes looked a little gentle today.
Just by looking at it like that, she was unconsciously fascinated.
Henry did not expect her to look up at him. This was the first time she had looked at him since he came in.
Her eyes were still so clean and clear. The breeze blew in from outside the window, blowing her hair by her neck and gently floating on her cheek. Her tall and slender figure looked very weak, and there was a trace of pity in his eyes.
She was so thin that it seemed that a gust of wind could blow her away. She really wanted to hold her in her arms.
But she just said, "Well, Chairman Moore..."
Henry's heart seemed to have been pierced by a needle, and they became so distant.
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