Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy novel Chapter 1881

The little guy was lying in a small basket, only covered with a small white towel, revealing the delicate hands and feet. He was sleeping sweetly, like an elf had fallen into the world from the sky. He did not open his eyes.

The coldness on Stinson Wayne's face was instantly crushed. In the next second, it became soft. Even if he was a big man, he suddenly saw his son's little appearance and his firm and cold eyes. There was also a layer of water vapor.

The second one was a half—year—old picture of the little guy, who was already about to turn around. She was wearing a cute little sheep's clothes, lying on his back, and raised his little face. He had a pair of big black and white eyes. . "Little fellow!" Stinson Wayne did not know how gentle his expression was at this moment. Looking at the little things in the picture, he almost drowned him into his heart, and his thin lips could not help but mumble.

Next was a photo of Gabe, one year old, two years old, and three years old. Although there were only one or two pictures at each age, it seemed as though he had experienced his growth over the past few years.

From every picture of her son, it was clear that that woman was really taking care of him every moment. Just now, she suddenly felt that this woman was not bad and he could forgive her. Once, he can treat her a little better.

After all, she was his son's biological mother, how could he be bad for her?

Turning to the last one, he was still in the mood for it. He rarely sent text messages to anyone. Finally, he tapped his finger: "Send two photos of you!"

With toughness and orders, he waited for that woman's reply.

With this reply, he had waited for a whole night, which also led him to sleeplessness till midnight.

This damn woman was so stupid. She didn't even want to send him a picture of her.

Early in the morning, he had been in bad spirits.

"Daddy, haven't you slept well? You look so bad!" The little guy slept soundly. He was full of energy in the morning. When he saw him, he immediately cared.

Monica White's beautiful eyes quickly glanced at him. Even if the man lacked sleep, his eyes were filled with a fierce and deep leopard—like look.

Stinson Wayne drank a cup of milk and said indifferently, "I have an important meeting this morning. The task of picking up my son will be given to you soon!"

"Me?" Monica White's beautiful eyes were slightly surprised.

"Daddy, let the butler give me away, don't bother Mummy!" The little guy was very considerate of Mummy.

"But I don't know where the school address is." Of course, Monica White was just surprised.

"I'll let my driver send you over. By the way, I'll send you to the company again! Don't drive your car!" Stinson Wayne lazily explained.

"Okay!" What else could Monica White say? Of course, she was worried about letting her son go to school alone.

The little guy was very happy to see that Mummy agreed.

After eating breakfast, Monica White led her son out. At the door, a high—value black car parked at the door. The driver smiled and greeted to them.

Monica White politely smiled and took her son in.

Hearing this voice, Monica White's footsteps stiffened and she turned to look at the man standing on the sofa.

"Why are you here again?" Don Stephenson, the person Monica White did not want to see now.

Don Stephenson's eyes were sweeping back and forth across her body. He wanted to come and see her early in the morning, even if he knew that she hated him, but he could not control his legs. On the way to the company, he just walked down to her company building.

"I just want to come over to meet you, Monica, have you been busy recently?" Don Stephenson looked worried.

Monica White laughed coldly in her heart, and her expression was extremely indifferent: "it's none of your business!"

After that, she walked forward. Don Stephenson watched as she was about to walk into the elevator. He quickly chased over and reached out to grab Monica White's wrist.

"What are you doing? Don't interfere with my work here!" Monica White was really mad. This man's face was so thick.

Don Stephenson's hand froze and then he sighed and took back his arm: "Do you like the flowers yesterday?"

"You gave it?" Monica White's expression was even colder, and sneered. "I don't like it. you do not to send it again."

"Then what do you like? Tell me!" Don Stephenson asked gently.

" I don't like anything you sent. Are you satisfied? Also, you came here to find me, does Taylor White know? You're not afraid of her being angry?" Monica White sneered at him.