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Chapter 2327
Beth was stunned. He didn’t expect him to return, let alone give her a red rose.
This is the first time he has given her red roses.
Seeing his clumsy and blunt appearance, Beth burst into tears and smiled, “Where the red rose comes from, you will go out for a while, it is impossible to go out and buy it.”
“Picked in the back garden.”
“…I do not want!”
“Then what do you want, I will go out and buy it for you, but you are not allowed to run. I’m afraid you will run away as soon as I go out.” Wilson said with a handsome face. He is not sincere, he is afraid that he will be late. She ran away.
Beth felt soft, she reached out and took the rose.
A piece of the bed collapsed, and Wilson sat on it. He turned his thick back to her and cursed in a low voice, “Beth, you are so kind, you won’t chase after I have gone out!”
Beth was very sad at first, but when she heard these words, she quickly curled up her lips, Wilson, the man she loved.
She looked at the man’s back, and he sat on the edge of the bed with anger, not knowing whether he was still angry or having trouble making life. The man’s tall and sturdy body bent down, he touched a pack of cigarettes and drew out a cigarette. Ready to ignite.
Beth quickly stretched out her little foot and kicked him, “No smoking!”
People are not allowed to touch, and cigarettes are not allowed. Wilson’s cold, handsome face turned black into charcoal, and his rough fingers crushed the cigarette and the packet of cigarettes and threw them in the trash can frown irritably.
Turning sideways, he squinted and saw her little feet. Just kicking him, her little feet were still on the side of his strong thighs. She was wearing a pair of pink socks. Now the socks have fallen off, revealing her young bean sprout like white little toes.
Wilson rolled his throat up and down, the rough big palm grabbed her little foot and put it on his thigh, he lowered his eyes to put the pink sock on her.
“Still angry?” he asked her calmly.
Beth was not angry, not angry with him, she was only angry with herself, but now she was not angry at all. Seeing him put on her socks, she was all compliant.
She didn’t speak, Wilson raised his heroic sword eyebrows and dropped her little feet. He pulled off his long legs and came to the bed cabinet, opened the drawer, and took out a knife.
The sharp blade was glowing with white cold light, and Beth was startled, “Wilson, what are you doing?”
Wilson stared at her, “If you are still angry, give me a knife.”
Beth’s black and white pupils shrank suddenly, and his delicate body rushed forward and hugged him, “Wilson, you are crazy!”
Wilson directly threw the knife and held her in his arms. He stared at her condescendingly, his blood-red ink eyes showing a bit of hostility and softness, “Aren’t you angry?”
Beth couldn’t do it. Her little hand came to his abdominal muscles and twisted it hard, but unfortunately, she couldn’t twist it at all. His abdominal muscles were as hard as iron, “You deliberately frightened me.”
Wilson snorted coldly, “How can I coax you?”
Beth looked at him stepping back, feeling sour, “Wilson, I’m sorry!”
Wilson stared at her little goose-egg face, her white eyes were still red, and the inside was watery, eyelids blinked and looked so pitiful, he was really moved.
“Beth, what’s wrong with you?”
Beth didn’t want to say anything, “Wilson, I want to go to the toilet.”
Wilson let go of her and got up.
But the soft little body also came up, with two small hands around his neck, “Hug.”
Hug.
Wilson was made all over by her two soft and coquettish words, and now she wants him to leave her.
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