Mr. Right, Spoil Me

“Ernest, have you heard of a saying that you must love the person and all those surrounding her?”

Anne decided to teach him properly. He can’t continue like that.

Arrogance and rude are two different matters.

He kept on using the excuse that he only loves her and everyone else doesn’t matter to him.

Just take the case at the hospital, he just said that he was leaving, turned and left. If there was an elderly person before the elder agreed, how could he just walk out?

No matter who it was, he had to be courteous. He should be respectful and observe the proper etiquette.

“I’m familiar with it,” Ernest said undoubtedly.

“Okay, then listen to what I have to say. Tell me, why are you so cold to others?”

From memory, he doesn’t like to be involved in other’s matters, he doesn’t engage in loose talk, he seldom spoke. Otherwise, he’ll just bury his head in work.

Yet, she seldom saw him working. It was as if he didn’t have to work. He had money even if he was at home. How was this man so talented, where does his money come from?

“Habitual,” Ernest said directly.

Habit? Anne looked curiously. Was this by nature? Was he solitary by nature?

“That’s unacceptable, you have to speak somehow, it’s like I haven’t seen you… haven’t seen you chatting with anyone. It was as if we were together 24 hours a day and have never left each other?”

“Silly girl, do you remember what I said when I asked you to be my girlfriend?”

She blinked at him and searched her memory, “I think I … forgot.”

At this moment, a shrill rang out but this was different, it was with laughter, “Don’t, stop, it’s ticklish, so ticklish!”

a short while, he

useless things into my body and removed those useful

pinched her face and said gently, “Don’t complain about me being

Yes! I remember

wondering why would a man say this to a woman. Shouldn’t this be said

this man

to speak to anyone. Though you are really handsome, what others thought of

not just her. How can his world just

listened calmly to her explanation. He looked at her expression, gestures, and listened to her tone. Each small gesture,

how much she could

you

“What do you think?”

and grabbed both of her feet and kissed the feet

why was he kissing them? But it looks

you never repeat what happened this afternoon, I’ll

and continued to play with her feet, slapping it in a rhythm, having

course, in that case, you agreed?” she blinked her eyes, she felt so

man how to handle such issues and he listened to her obediently. Her status was clear

you to kiss and hug me before

reward for him listening to her. She started

of her feet and position her towards him, spread her legs, lifted her up onto his waist, and carried

comparison, the mood next door

out at the red neon

“Have they found her?”

had a shower. Her jet-black hair was wet and her chemise stretches

a towel in hand and continued

was worried. She came

towards her. His eyebrows twitched, “I’m