My Supermodel Wife

Outside of the president's office, the little girl hit the door with her elbow and immediately pushed it.

Without squinting her eyes, she looked at the boss desk on the front left, and she caught a glimpse of Chris' feet on the table while the man was smoking comfortably.

Merry stepped forward and put the teacup on his table, and said softly, "Brother, have some tea."

Chris took out the cigarette and his eyes narrowed. He smiled and said, "So you've decided to be a good girl, huh?"

At this moment, the little girl continued to stare intently at Chris' body, completely unaware of the slightly strange atmosphere in the room.

She lowered her head shyly. "Brother, three days seem to have passed so fast!"

After hearing this, Chris' handsome face turned smooth. "Alright, we'll talk about it later!"

"No, I'm going to say it now!"

Merry couldn't keep her thoughts hidden, especially after confiding with Anna last night, she wished Chris could understand her intentions for the first time. 

Just as Chris was about to speak, the little girl walked around the table and suddenly rushed in front of him, then covered his mouth with her palm. "Brother, don't talk, just listen to me! I've found the answer..."

The little girl's two hands covered his mouth, and his eyes flashed suddenly.

He reluctantly grabbed her wrist and tried to stop her. "Don't mess around, it's late…"

"No! Brother, I have found the answer. Even though we are quite far apart in age, I still want to be with you! I want us to always be together!"

When the words fell, Chris was shocked, and the ashes from his cigarette butt fell onto his pants, breaking into countless pieces.

A strange air drifted again.

After Merry mustered up her courage to express her feelings, she looked at Chris, and tugged at his shirt inexplicably. "Why don't you talk?"

Could it be... he's slow?

Thinking of this, the little girl panicked a little.

It's not that Chris doesn't want to talk, but he doesn't know what to say in this situation!

He stuffed the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray, and made a pointing motion toward the sofa.

Before the little girl could take her eyes off his figure, suddenly there was applause in the big office.

Merry seemed to be struck by lightning.

She turned stiffly, opened her eyes to see the two men by the window, and immediately broke out in cold sweats.

Why are Jean and Tom here?!

Why didn't she see them earlier!

At this moment, Tom clapped his hands, and nodded at Merry pretentiously. "Merry, your courage is very commendable, I really admire it!"

And Jean, who was standing quietly beside him, cast his gaze deeply.

Merry swallowed her saliva and was confused.

"Shut up!"

Chris glanced at Tom, and then squeezed Merry's sweaty palms, gently comforting. "You go back first, I'll see you later."

"OK."

Merry answered blankly. She walked stiffly, stumbling at her swaying steps.

After the little girl left, the smile on Chris' lips could no longer be suppressed. He looked at Tom and Jean in front of him, and shook his toes triumphantly. "How about it, are you jealous?"

Tom smirked. "I'm not jealous, why would I be jealous of you huh?"

Jean, who was silent for a moment, walked over to the sofa and sat down. He folded his legs and asked, "When are you going to tell Samuel?"

Chris felt his legs twitch when he heard this.

Tom also commented at the right time. "That's right, if you really want to be with Merry, will you call Samuel father in the future?"

Calling Samuel as father…

Tom seemed to be reminiscing, but a sarcastic tone made Chris' expression heavy.

Regardless of whether he could do it or not, he was very curious if Samuel was willing to give up his child!

At this time, watching Chris gradually think of several scenarios in his mind, Jean slowly whispered. "Think about this matter carefully. The longer it takes, the more difficult it will be."

Chris pulled his leg back down and said with a calm expression, "I know, I'll talk about it to him in a few days."

Jean was right.

The important thing was that the little girl had thought about spending her life with him, and so he didn't have to worry.

As for the worst scenario... He just needed to expect a broken leg!

In less than ten minutes, Jean and Tom were planning to leave.

Before leaving, as they approached the elevator, Chris tapped Jean on the shoulder. "When I have set a date, I'll let you know in advance. Then...would you like to accompany me to her house?!"

He thought that if Jean was there, Samuel would not jeopardize the relationship between the extended families. 

Hearing the voice, Jean didn't answer, but Tom interrupted. "I'm going too!"

"Damn it!" Chris looked at him angrily. "Don't mess with me and take care of yourself, that's all I need from you."

Tom didn't say a word back, and just as the lift came, he entered with Jean.

After watching them leave, Chris scratched his hair in annoyance, suppressing the anxiety in his heart, turned and headed back to the office.

In the elevator, Tom leaned to the side, staring at the indicator light. He rolled his eyes and said, "Jean, are you going back to the company?"

"What's wrong?" The man looked through the elevator wall mirror.

Tom shook his head and laughed. "I have a business so I won't go with you."

"OK."

A few seconds later, Tom and Jean separated.

He looked at his watch, it was almost nine in the morning. The data analysis department should be working, right?!

Tom walked around the lobby twice before heading back to the elevator.

As a friend, he had to visit Vivi.

... 

Upstairs, in his office cubicle, Merry looked lethargic. She rested her cheeks with both hands and looked into the president's office door, feeling confused.

Are the two men already gone?

Why hadn't Chris come back yet!

When the little girl was waiting impatiently, the office door opened at the right moment.

Merry straightened her sitting posture in an instant, with her little hands still on her knees, her round eyes waiting faithfully at the person who came in.

When she and Chris met each other, Merry called out in a soft voice, with a hint of pleasure.

"Brother Chris!"

Chris raised his eyebrows, stepped into the cubicle, and closed the door casually.

He walked slowly to Merry's desk, leaned on the corner of the table, staring at her. "Are you really sure about your answer?"

Merry took a deep breath, then nodded hastily. "My feelings are clear!"

Hearing the answer, Chris didn't say anything, his eyes fell on the cute and gentle face of the little girl.

Merry was stung by his concentrated eyes but she didn't see the excitement on the man's face. She couldn't help but tug at his sleeves. 

"Brother, are you not happy?"