Matthew Grant didn’t want to get up, but the phone rang like it was trying to fight him and kept calling out.
Matthew Grant had no choice but to kiss Blanca Roach until her mouth was swollen, and then he got up.
The clothes on his body were not messed up at all.
“Damn Matthew Grant! It’s really no time, no place, anytime, anywhere rutting!”
Blanca Roach saw that Matthew Grant had stood up to answer the phone, indignantly squeezed his small fist, waved twice at Matthew Grant’s back.
The various foods on the table were already cold.
In fact, Blanca Roach had already eaten hot pot before coming, and how much can a little girl eat?
She could not eat anymore.
But Matthew Grant did not return for the time being, Blanca Roach had to sit nicely in her seat, bored to snap her fingers and give Isabel a chat.
“How’s it going over there?”
“It’s broken up. Everyone stayed for a while after you and President Grant left. It didn’t take long to disperse. How are you? I had so much fun with President Grant, I can’t believe you had time to talk to me!”
“…”
Blanca Roach sent an ellipsis over.
She thought of Matthew Grant’s behavior just now, it was like a hungry wolf preying on her lips, kissing her so hard that her mouth was still tingling.
Blanca Roach rubbed her lips, feeling her cheeks burning.
“All right, all right. Give everyone the day off tomorrow. You give notice.”
“Okay President Roach! Thank you President Roach!”
“…”
I could feel Isabel’s excitement from across the screen …
The corners of Blanca Roach’s mouth twitched.
In fact, this evening to play so late, thinking that everyone should not be in the mood to work tomorrow. And Blanca Roach is not the kind of person who only knows how to exploit everyone.
Put down the phone, Matthew Grant has come in.
“What’s going on? Did something happen?”
Blanca Roach saw Matthew Grant’s not-so-good expression and asked cautiously.
These days I’ve been so busy with the studio that I’ve really neglected Matthew Grant. Matthew Grant, as the president of such a large company, naturally has a lot to keep him busy.
I should care more about him.
With that in mind, Blanca Roach reached out and poked Matthew Grant in the arm, and Matthew Grant took Blanca Roach’s hand in his.
“Silly girl, why do you look at me with such an expression? Is there anything your husband can’t fix?”
“You hate …”
Blanca Roach blushed at Matthew Grant’s phrase of husband.
She wanted to pull her hand out of Matthew Grant’s hand.
But Matthew Grant yanked it to death and wouldn’t let it go at all.
“You, you let go.”
Matthew Grant pulled Blanca Roach into his arms and stroked her hair, “I’m going out later. Let Goss take you home?”
“Where are you going?”
Blanca Roach almost blurted out.
Only after asking did she realize that she seemed to be overly concerned about Matthew Grant …
Sure enough, a little smile slowly spread across Matthew Grant’s eyes.
“Don’t want me to leave?”
Matthew Grant’s fingers traced Blanca Roach’s cheek, exhaling a soft breath.
It made Blanca Roach lower her head immediately. She didn’t dare to face Matthew Grant directly.
She muffled the words only not.
“Okay, okay. I really have something to do, I’ll have Goss take you back later. Hmm? Be good and wait for me at home.”
“Oh. Okay.”
The two finished their meal, Matthew Grant had already called Goss in advance, and watched Blanca Roach get into Goss’s car before Matthew Grant smiled and withdrew his eyes.