Purchased A Mr. Right

Unlike the past, Wendy took the initiative to hug him this time.

She buried her face on his chest, and her hands were crossed on his back. She hugged him tightly, and there was almost no gap between them.

Charlie's body froze.

His hand, which was going to take out a cigarette, stopped in the air. He looked at the girl who suddenly rushed to him and raised his eyebrows silently. Then he hugged her back slowly, with his palms putting on her back and waist.

Wendy's face pressed against his chest, and she was breathing on it.

She could hear his steady and powerful heartbeats clearly.

The water in the pot started to boiling, but Wendy didn't want to loosen her hands. She just wanted to feel more warmth from him. After a long time, until his calm voice sounded in her ears, "If you don't let me go, I want more."

"..." Wendy blushed.

"Really?" Charlie's palms went down.

Feeling something protruding, Wendy let go of him in a panic. Her face seemed to be swollen worse, and her ears were hot.

Charlie put his two arms on the countertop and then leaned over to circle her. He controlled her in his arms and said, "I don't mind doing more exercises, but your best friend..." "Don't!" Wendy pushed him, and dared not to look at him, "I'm going to cook the eggs. You can stay out..."

When she turned around, the eggs in the pot were rolling.

The steam rose up, and she felt someone bit her neck.

He bit gently, which made her itchy. Wendy touched her neck and felt there was a teeth mark and some saliva on it. In her sight, Charlie was walking lazily out of the kitchen. When Wendy took out the eggs and put it on the towel, there was a sound coming from the door.

It was Emily who had been out before. She seemed to have done it on purpose. When she changed her shoes, making some noises loudly. She waited for a while and went in.

Emily ran to the kitchen with the breakfast. She looked at Wendy, who was turning off the stove fire, and then at Charlie, who was flicking smoking ash in the living room. She blinked her eyes and said, "Have you guys finished?"

"..." The eggs in Wendy's hand almost fell to the floor.

"So fast!" Seeing Wendy's blushing face, Emily thought that she had admitted it.

Wendy was embarrassed and was about to deny it, but she heard Emily continued, "But it seems that it hasn't been an hour since I left. Including the foreplay, Mr. Hogg is not very durable..." Wendy covered her mouth.

This time, the eggs fell to the floor and broke.

Wendy had no time to pick them up. She whispered in a low voice, with shy and embarrassment, for fear of being heard by Charlie in the living room, "Emily, lower your voice! Don't talk that anymore..." She stayed in the kitchen for a long time then came out.

Charlie just came out of the living room with the car key and phone in his hand.

"Uh, Emily bought soybean milk and fried dough sticks. Do you want some?" Wendy didn't dare to look at him, and her eyes kept moving.

"No, thanks." Charlie shook his head and waved his phone, "Farr called me just now. We need to see a customer."

"Oh..." Wendy nodded.

She watched him walking to the door. When he was about to leave, Emily came out and said goodbye to him, "Mr. Hogg, take care. You're always welcome to be here!"

After the door closed, Wendy let out a long sigh of relief and went back to her bedroom. She lay on the bed and wanted to have a rest.

As she found a comfortable position, her phone rang.

'Charlie' was on the screen, and she held her breath.

Wendy swallowed and picked it up. She could heard the sound of the car engine. "What's wrong?"

Charlie paused for a while and asked in a low voice, "Well...do you think I'm not durable?"

The sun was setting, and Wendy got off from the bus.

In the afternoon, she received a phone call from Charlie, saying that they would go home for dinner together tonight. He had a meeting which might end one hour later, so he asked her to come to his company after work and wait for him.

Wendy took a look at her phone when she walked across the road. It seemed that the time was just right.

As the green light was on, she followed the crowd across the road. She saw a towering building.

As soon as she came in through the revolving door, Wendy slowed down.

Charlie, dressed in a black suit, walked out of the private elevator of the president. The staff in front of him nodded respectfully and called him Mr. Hogg. However, the one beside him was not Farr but Yolanda. Just like that day at Wendy's home, she was crying all the way.

She opened and closed her mouth, and her tears kept dropping. But Charlie didn't even cast a glance at her. He walked fast and didn't stop to listen.

Yolanda followed him closely on her high heels, and she didn't want to give up. It was obvious that she was apologizing for what she had done in Wendy's home two days ago.

Wendy looked at them from a distance. It was not difficult to see that Yolanda really liked Charlie so much.

Even Charlie was so cruel and merciless to her in the bar, she did not complain at all. Instead, she put her hatred on Wendy.

After Helen married her father, Yolanda took her place and became the apple of her father's eye. Yolanda had been arrogant all the time, in her eyes, only Charlie could match her.

"Charlie..."

Wendy could vaguely hear Yolanda's voice.

While Wendy was in a daze, Charlie had already walked to her and held her hand, "What are you looking at? Let's go!"

Wendy blinked her eyes and was dragged out of the building by him. When they went through the revolving door, Yolanda was still chasing after them.

The white Land Rover was parked on the side of the road. After they got in the car, the car started and left.

When they passed by a chain supermarket, Charlie drove into the underground parking lot. The noodles and eggs were used up, there were only a few cans of imported beer left in the refrigerator.

They took the elevator up. When they arrived at the entrance, Wendy pushed a shopping cart and took a piece of promotion poster from the shelf. She put some noodles and eggs in the cart. After thinking for a while, she pulled him to the vegetable area in the front.

"Let's buy some vegetables and meat. We can't eat noodles all the time. It's not nutritious." Wendy stopped at a shelf where selling spinach and started to pick some. She took a look at him and muttered, "By the way, you are sick of eating noodles..."

Charlie pushed the cart and leaned over to her. He said in a voice that could be only heard by them, "Your noodle is just like your body. I can never tired of them."

His words were lingering in her ears.

Wendy blushed and bit her lips. An aunt, who was waiting in line after them, became impatient, "Hey, have you finished? Just give out of the way!"