“Then in the future, I tell you everything about my work, and you are not allowed to hide it from me.”
Matthew Grant began to talk terms, but not reasonably.
Blanca Roach rolled her eyes, this man is 100% crazy, Matthew Grant how busy she knows.
If she had to deal with her own work every day while trying to understand what Matthew Grant was doing, her brain would explode.
“Don’t, I’m not curious about what you’re doing.”
Blanca Roach turned her head back to the checkroom to retrieve a swimsuit, gestured to her body in the mirror twice, and put it back in the closet.
It didn’t look good any way, and she was a bit selective.
When she was poor, she didn’t have so many strange problems, and it was good to have clothes to wear, so she didn’t have the chance to pick out a swimsuit.
Blanca Roach sighed and shook her head. It’s easy to forget your original intention when you have money.
He wiped a piece from his closet and threw it into his suitcase, then turned around and found Matthew Grant busy too.
Blanca Roach had a bad feeling that he was going to …
“What are you doing?”
“Going to Thailand.”
As Blanca Roach had expected, Matthew Grant was really going to Thailand with her.
“Hey hey hey, President Grant, you don’t have so much time to spare, do you?”
“I just got a message that the Thailand office needs me to come over.”
Matthew Grant was talking nonsense, and Blanca Roach looked like she had seen a ghost.
“When did you get the message? And you need to go to headquarters on the word of the branch?”
“Just now, I didn’t want to go, but you said I would, so I could stop by, so I could kill two birds with one stone.”
Matthew Grant has a lot of reasons, Blanca Roach can not say him, but a twinkle in his eye, and went back to the checkroom to get a pile of his own clothes all stuffed into Matthew Grant’s suitcase.
It’s not bad for him to go, he can bring an extra suitcase, hahaha, to take away the clothes that are torn to take or not, what a perfect solution to the phobia of choice.
She’s such a little resourceful!
Blanca Roach’s shameless behavior made Matthew Grant have to take another suitcase.
But there was a risk of leaving the swimsuit in Matthew Grant’s suitcase.
Because after arriving at the resort in Thailand Blanca Roach found that none of the slightly revealing clothes were left.
Somehow, Matthew Grant picked them all out, and all that was left were some moderate clothes.
Blanca Roach’s resentment grew wildly like seaweed, but that’s okay.
Inside the ocean view room, Blanca Roach stood in front of the window, looking at the turquoise water with a good smile, Blanca Roach raised her hands to stretch her back.
“Sunny beach, here I come!”
The swimsuit can be bought again, and with Matthew Grant’s bank card!
Matthew Grant didn’t lie to Blanca Roach, he did have a job in Thailand, Blanca Roach went to Bangkok to talk about cooperation first, while Matthew Grant went to Chiang Mai to investigate.
At this time, Matthew Grant in Chiang Mai suddenly sneezed, followed by a message on his cell phone text message, his sub-card is being swiped.
Each purchase was small, and just as Matthew Grant was about to put his phone away, a message came from Blanca Roach.
The phone was sturdy enough, otherwise it could have been deformed by him.
In the photo, there was a new bikini on the bed, covering only three points, the rest of the body, not to mention a piece of cloth, is not a rope.
“Dear husband, I’m going to go sunbathing ~”
Blanca Roach tossed the revealing bikini and another new swimsuit into the washing machine after messaging Matthew Grant that she was going to eat first.
She could totally imagine what Matthew Grant was feeling right now, definitely anxious as hell, and it turned out that she was right in her guess.