Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 805

Emily rummaged through her backpack but still failed to find her identity card. The radio was reporting that it was time to check in and the passengers should get ready in advance.

Since she couldn't find her ID card at this time, she couldn't get on the train.

Emily looked up and saw her aunt's face turn gloomy. She was glaring at her unhappily.

Mrs. Jones scolded her angrily. "You're so careless! I think you don't want to go back to the town with me, so you deliberately forgot to bring your ID card!"

"Er, I didn't..." Emily put her hand on her forehead.

Emily felt deeply wronged!

"Well! If you don't want to go back, I won't force you!" Mrs. Jones sighed.

In this case, Emily stepped forward to hold her aunt's hand and braced herself to say, "Ahem, aunt, you can rest assured that we will pay attention to this aspect..."

After hearing this, the aunt snorted and pinched the back of her hand. "You are the only one I'm worried about. Simon is a doctor.

I'm afraid that you have no sense of propriety!"

"..." The corners of Emily's mouth twitched.

In her aunt's opinion, she was the one who had intense sexual desire.

As time approached, Mrs. Jones took her ticket from Simon and lined up to pass the security check. When she entered the security check, she turned back to say goodbye to them. Especially when she looked at her niece, she was particularly worried.

Simon held on to Emily's shoulder and said, "Aunt, don't worry. I have a sense of propriety!"

"..." Emily glared at him.

"Hmm!" Mrs. Jones nodded with great relief.

When she disappeared in the crowd, the three people who saw her off looked away. Selena seemed to have a date. She left in a hurry after answering a phone call. Before she left, she playfully gave Emily a thumbs-up.

Emily rolled her eyes helplessly.

She didn't intentionally leave her ID card at home.

They took the original route and walked back to the underground parking lot. When they were about to get into the car, Simon took out his right hand in the trouser pocket and threw something to her. He said lazily, "Be careful. Don't throw it anywhere!"

She took it subconsciously, and it turned out to be her ID card.

Emily was shocked.

When Mrs. Jones was about to leave, she gave Emily a warning look. Thinking of this, Emily suddenly felt resentful...

Emily thought in her mind. F*ck, this cunning Simon wanted me to take the blame!

On the way back, Emily was grinding her teeth. When he looked at her with his amorous eyes, she turned her head mercilessly. When they were having dinner at home, she gritted the chicken wings hard and made a creaking sound.

It was dark outside, and the clock on the wall showed that it was ten o'clock.

It was the time for pregnant Emily to rest. Without his warning, Emily turned off the TV, stood up from the sofa, and walked to the bedroom. Meanwhile, she saw that the tall and straight figure followed her.

When she entered the bedroom, she turned back to close the door.

Simon crossed his arms in front of his chest and asked with a sly smile, "Well, what are you doing?"

Emily said with a forced smile, "Sorry, we should sleep in separate rooms tonight!"

"Okay, I'll go there. Send me the restaurant address later, and I'll drive to find you!"

After hanging up the phone, Simon turned around unexpectedly. They looked at each other.

He found that she was staring at him. Emily's face turned flushed. She cleared her throat in embarrassment and asked in a seemingly casual tone, "Ahem, why did she call you?"

"Mn." Simon's expression was languid as he curled his lips. "She invited me to have lunch together."

"Oh!" Emily nodded.

After breakfast, time passed quickly.

The TV showed a video of fetal education, which was purchased on the Internet by Simon yesterday. Almost every half hour, Emily could not help glancing at the clock on the wall. It was over 11 o'clock in the morning.

Footsteps could be heard from the bedroom. Simon walked out from the bedroom. "Emily, which one of the two shirts is better?"

Upon hearing the voice, Emily turned around and saw that he was carrying two greycolored shirts. However, the details were different. One of them was pure-colored and the other had dark stripes.

"Both are good!" She pursed her lips.

Simon took out his right hand, which was behind his back, and asked for her opinion. "What about the two pairs of trousers? Which one looks better, the straight one or the loose one?"

"Both are good!" Emily said perfunctorily, with her fingers scratching the cushion.

Simon raised his eyebrows and turned around to carry the clothes back to the bedroom. Ten minutes later, he came out again after changing his clothes. Every button of his shirt was tied neatly.

Emily thought in her mind unhappily. It was just a meal. He was dressed up so ceremoniously.

After glancing at his well-dressed body, Emily asked unhappily, "Simon, are you going out?"