Noticing that she was still smiling, Leon asked curiously, "What are you thinking about? Why are you so happy?"
"I am thinking about you." For a moment, Michelle blurred out. When she realized what had happened, she immediately raised her hand to cover her mouth and blinked to look away.
Leon became more curious. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are you thinking about me?"
Michelle shook her head desperately. The more she acted like this, the more Leon wanted to ask. "You're thinking about something about me. Why don't you allow me to know?"
"Yes." Michelle nodded.
Leon was speechless.
Since she didn't want to tell him, he didn't care. But he still wanted to know what was on her mind and what could it be about him.
"Don't you really want to tell me?" Leon asked again.
"Yes, I can't tell you." Michelle put down her hand and walked to her seat. She didn't dare to look into his eyes. She lowered her head to drink soup, and her long eyelashes covered her thoughts.
However, Leon had been staring at her. With a gentle smile in his eyes, he asked, "Why can't you tell me?"
Michelle felt a little uncomfortable when she was
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heard that Michelle said with a distressed face, "Ah, Paul, you are so miserable. I shouldn't have send it for you."
Lydia couldn't help laughing and shaking with her back to the two of them.
Wynn's face darkened.
"From now on, Michelle, I am not longer your master!" Wynn cast a sidelong glance at her and stormed forward.
"Hold on, Paul." Michelle chased after him. The three of them walked into the same elevator and Michelle fawned, "Paul, I'm sorry. I'll treat you a big meal, okay?"
"I don't care." Wynn said with a long face.
Michelle continued to please him, "Paul, let me treat you a big meal, okay? I know I was wrong this noon, so please let me atone for my sins. You are still my dear master."
"It's useless even if you beg me." Wynn tried his best to hold back his anger and neglected her apology. No one knew how he felt back then.
He bought the most expensive lunch on the high-speed train. Looking around, he found that the lunch of those people was no match for his. He had a sense of superiority.
As a result, she sent him a picture of delicious dishes!
In comparison, the sumptuous meal in front of him was nothing.
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