“Matthew Grant, when are we going back?”
In the hotel, Blanca Roach sat on the sofa and looked at Matthew Grant.
Although she was happy to be here with a pleasant view, but after all, the company still had a bunch of things waiting to be dealt with.
“You want to go back? Wouldn’t it be nice to stay with me?”
“Yes. But … we can’t always be here, right?”
Blanca Roach bit her lip.
Matthew Grant helplessly walked up to Blanca Roach and rubbed her head.
I knew Blanca Roach was an idle one.
Matthew Grant originally thought that Blanca Roach was too busy and wanted to give her a break, but even after coming here, Blanca Roach was still working in her heart.
On the way back, she took her phone and ordered a lot of things.
“Why do I feel that you, the little boss of the studio, is even busier than me?”
“Hee hee hee … that is definitely different ah. Your company is so big, things are handled in a well organized way. But the studio has just been established, a lot of things need me ah.”
Blanca Roach tilted her head and grabbed Matthew Grant’s arm with both hands, trying to make Matthew Grant agree with her by being petulant.
Matthew Grant pulled the corner of his mouth.
“Go back tomorrow.”
“Matthew Grant you are so nice!”
“…”
Matthew Grant grimaced. Raising an eyebrow with some irritation.
He is not good he is not good at all, if he is good, Blanca Roach heart can still only company it.
I didn’t think that President Grant would be reduced to the point where he would have to compete with the company for favor …
It’s really hard to say it all.
This night Blanca Roach had a good night’s sleep.
The next morning, Matthew Grant drove Blanca Roach back.
…
“Your house is so big.”
After entering the room, Isabel put down all the ingredients, and then neatly prepared four dishes and one soup.
Fortunately, there is still the previous handicraft, so it is quite comfortable to cook.
“Average.”
Curtis Irwin took out the dishes from the kitchen. He lives alone and seldom opens the fire, but only cooks occasionally when he is in a good mood. — Curtis Irwin can cook, but doesn’t really like it.
Or maybe the smell of grease and smoke doesn’t sit well with him.
Looking at the exquisite dishes on the table, Curtis Irwin shifted and felt at home.
“Sit down and eat. I don’t know what you like to eat, so I’ve made a few of my favorites. They’re all pretty tasty, try them.”
Isabel said a little shortness of breath.
Pulled out the chair and sat down.
Curtis Irwin was very natural, or perhaps because he was indeed a little tired and hungry after a busy day, so he naturally ate.
Isabel stared at the way Curtis Irwin was eating, and the corner of her mouth hooked.
“What are you smiling at? Why aren’t you eating?”
“No… just feel that what I made should be quite delicious. That’s why you’re eating so well.” Isabel snickered.
One cooks and eats for the person one likes, and then he eats very well, is there anything more happy than this?
Isabel gave a heated smile.
“Little goofball.”
Curtis Irwin glanced at her.
In fact, taking Isabel home, he already knew what it meant …
After finishing the meal, Isabel still wanted to clean up the dishes, just like a home virtuous little wife, Curtis Irwin looked and stopped her, “Put it down first.”
“Hmm?”
Isabel just turned around and was pulled into the arms of Curtis Irwin.
She let out a startled cry, the man’s hot kiss had already fallen down in an overwhelming manner.
“Curtis Irwin …”
“I am.”
Curtis Irwin with a smile on his lips, had picked the person up by the waist and carried her directly into the bedroom.