"Liar!" Monique gritted her teeth.
What did the boss mean by saying that his mouth was too sweet? He could only listen to his nonsense seriously.
What the boss said just now and he was honey-lipped?
"Sir, you and your wife are really a perfect match. You are a perfect match!" Was this the sentence he talked?
"Sir, you are really lucky. Your wife is really an industrious woman." Or this sentence?
Would he hope that the two of them were a perfect match?
"Does he want me to be his wife and live a frugal life?"
Monique was stunned for a moment, and then she was cut off by her own thoughts.
Impossible, how was that possible?
"Henry treated me good these two days, and how can I think too much again?"
She blinked, and then blinked her eyes again. Her long and thick eyelashes fluttered like a small fan.
She tried her best to regain her senses, and then found that her current posture with Henry was too ambiguous.
She grabbed Henry's sturdy wrist and looked up at him. Henry looked down at her and their eyes met.
Henry's other hand was still on her head, stroking it over and over again, as if comforting a little female dog.
Moreover, his charming black eyes were shining like wolves and tigers, and he was going to eat her soon.
Seeing this, Monique's face immediately turned as red as a monkey's butt, and she instinctively shrank her neck.
At this moment, Henry's handsome face looked very gentle. He looked at Monique with doting eyes. "I didn't lie to you. You can spend your husband's money at will. You don't need to work hard to manage the family."
Time seemed to freeze there.
Monique froze there.
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