David Waymond was about to say she could use my card, but Monica rummaged through the black card in her pocket: "Oh yeah, this one's for you! Cool use of this! I made one today" super product" wants to rob me crazy!"
David Waymond could only sigh and drive away: "You just take it, normally I'm very busy, I don't have time to buy things for Pugsley, if you see something suitable, just buy it, of course, I I'm glad you picked out my clothes, too."
"Are you so sure about my aesthetic eyes? Wait a minute, try it, don't criticize it and take it off right in front of me!" Monica also stopped being polite to him, putting the card away: "So when I move out, I'll give you back later! Change your clothes, I'll go out first!"
As soon as she lifted her leg, she was pulled back by him.
Monica was startled, she reflexively wanted to turn around, but remembering David Waymond's half-naked body, she could only shyly hold the position of being grabbed from behind like that: "What's wrong?"
David Waymond gently squeezed her slender wrist: "Monica, Pugsley's condition has improved a lot lately, there's no need to always cling to you. He's very good, very obedient, he will Every day he just needs to see her, wait for her to come home, know that she is sleeping next to his room, he will be very happy, very safe. mind..."
"I know I have no reason to keep you here, but as a father I really wish Pugsley could keep this fun for a little longer."
"Three months, just three more months, okay? At that time you want to go, I will absolutely not force you to stay. Moreover during this time you can consider this as your home, want to work. Whatever you do, don't be afraid of anyone."
"You can swear, you can eat garlic, you can eat durian, you can drink until late at night... I only have one small request, within these three months you can bear with it a little, don't do it. Bring the men back, okay?"
The first part also moved Monica to tears, listening to the latter part she almost vomited blood.
The more I listen to it, the more I see David Waymond as a gentle wife who loves her husband to the fullest, but she is a scum husband who plays a whore?
Monica said with a frown, "David Waymond, are you sure you want to maintain this position to talk? You put on your clothes first and then we can talk, okay?"
How could she think like a fish with a cat's mouth like this!
"Okay."
Finally, David Waymond's reply came from behind. Monica, as if granted a pardon, rushed out of the room like lightning.
Oh, David Waymond is a born speaker, just two or three sentences pierced her heart, especially the part about Pugsley.
It's just, if you stay here for three more months, that's too long, I'm afraid it's a bit inappropriate.
Still twirling, suddenly something soft on his leg. Looking down, he saw a small dumpling, the boy was still holding her leg as usual, holding a picture in his hand.
Monica knelt down and hugged the little bun: "Baby, are you done drawing?"
Pugsley nodded.
"What are you drawing? Can I see it?"
Pugsley immediately showed it to her. Monica just took one look, her eyes were already red.
The colors are still extremely bright and vibrant as before, in the picture she is lying on a small bed, holding a fairy tale book in her hand. Only Pugsley painted this picture from the point of view of the boy lying with his head looking up at her.
Pugsley's overwhelming happiness and satisfaction could be felt as he lay next to her listening to her tell stories through the painting.
"Beautiful drawing is really beautiful!" The balance in Monica's heart was now tilted to one side.
She took a deep breath to regain her composure, kissed the boy's forehead, then cheerfully said: "I bought you new clothes for this baby, do you want to try it on?"
Pugsley's bright eyes nodded.
Monica helped Pugsley get dressed and was about to go find David Waymond, at that moment David Waymond also finished changing his clothes and walked out of the room.
She was confident in her aesthetic when she bought this set for Pugsley, but as for David Waymond, she wasn't so sure. After all, she had never seen David Waymond in anything other than black, white, and gray, let alone this picky sapphire blue.
However, after seeing David Waymond, Monica gasped.
This... Hey... it's too good.....
She originally thought that when she looked at it, it would be too bright or not good at all, but she didn't expect it to be so beautiful when she put it on, not only showed it. broad shoulders, thin waist, long legs, but most importantly, the solemn and melancholy everyday look has also become much lighter and lighter, looking much younger.
David Waymond was captivated by her unconcealed look of surprise: "How?"
Monica nodded like pounding garlic: "Too handsome! It feels like as long as there is a red silk flower on her chest, she can directly be the groom!"
David Waymond: "…." This girl's way of praising others is also unique.
"Pugsley, can you tell me? Is your daddy handsome?" Monica bowed her head and asked the mini version of David Waymond.
Although Pugsley rarely paid attention to his father, he couldn't help but admit that he was much better dressed in this than his usual black appearance, so he also nodded with respect.
Monica immediately snapped her fingers: "I didn't expect my eyes to be so good! Oh, of course this depends on Mr. Waymond too, he's handsome no matter what! But, I feel you should Wear bright colors like this more, maybe employees see you like this, the mood will be better and improve work efficiency!"
Hearing the phrase "you'll be handsome in whatever you wear." David Waymond couldn't help but curl his lips: "Yeah, so if you see something suitable in the future, buy it for me."
"Okay! All right! Just leave it to me!"
Monica extremely confidently patted her chest, looking at one big and one small, the more excited she became: "Oh my, I can't hold it anymore, I really want to take pictures! Come here quickly! Stand together, hold hands ....."
The father and son obeyed, and also coordinated and posed for her to take pictures.
The more Monica took pictures, the more passionately she became a fan, from the balcony of the study to the flower garden, taking dozens of pictures continuously.
David Waymond stood beside her, leaned closer, and said, "Nice shot."
Monica humbly waved her hand: "My technique is also common, I also use a phone to take pictures, it's just because the level of the two models is too high, the background is beautiful, so each photo is very similar. professional Ah, that's right David Waymond, what's your Wechat account Let me add friends and send you pictures Aww I told you so many people use texting now, so annoying I want to die I have to teach Pugsley to use Wechat!"
"Yes, scan my code here." David Waymond feels lucky because he was forced to use Wechat by Isaac Waymond in the past.
"Eh? Your username is also David Waymond... that's not creative at all!" Monica both disparages and makes friends with David Waymond.
David Waymond raised his eyebrows, subconsciously glanced at what Monica's account name was, then realized that he didn't understand Chinese a bit.
EのJi Moshikongshikong?
Why is this name so weird? What does fin mean?
David Waymond really wanted to ask, but was afraid that it was internet slang, asked if he was afraid to reveal the difference between himself and her like last time, so he chose to keep his mouth shut. (Sa - lang - hey - yo ah!)
After adding friends Monica sent all the pictures to him.
When receiving the photo, David Waymond also accidentally noticed Monica's signature, very personal: There is a knife in his hand, killing all the stray dogs in the world!
David Waymond: "..."
Monica saw David Waymond staring at her signature with complicated eyes, immediately distraught, embarrassed, and explained: "That's it, it's a signature from a young age buffalo, keep forgetting to fix it! It's very nauseating, isn't it?"
David Waymond chuckled. "No."
Then one day, he will become the one to make her change this signature.
"My account name too, cough, this is called Mars, it used to be very popular on the internet, now looking back, it makes me feel nauseous, but I'm used to it so I'm too lazy to edit it!" Monica scratched her head and said.
"No, can you help me change a name like you?"
"Huh? You… you really feel it's not nauseating?" Monica was appalled by David Waymond's taste.