Wrong Ride, Right Lover novel Chapter 817

The corners of his lips were still raised, and he was as handsome as a monster.

"Well, your teacher is right!" Henry narrowed his eyes slightly, with a meaningful smile on the lips.

Monique widened her eyes in surprise, and she was feeling speechless.

It was wrong for a teacher teach this in kindergarten!

Why did Henry agree?

Monique did not answer the words of Little Nomi and Henry, but asked Little Nomi, "Did your teacher teach you this in class?"

Little Nomi blinked her eyes and smiled cunningly. "Teacher didn't teach me when I was in class, but when I was resting in the classroom. I heard teacher chatting over there, so I asked them."

It turned out to be like this.

"Mommy, I think this seems to be so right." Little Nomi tilted her little head, blinked her little eyes, and looked at her affectionately.

Monique understood what Little Nomi meant.

Her heart ached slightly. She reached out her other hand, which was not held by Henry, and rubbed Little Nomi's head.

She hoped that one day, Little Nomi would understand her decision.

When they arrived at the kindergarten, Henry finally let go of Monique's hand. They got out of the car and sent Little Nomi in together.

Little Nomi said goodbye to them happily.

When they left, Monique deliberately slowed down.

Henry walked in front, followed by Monique.

Henry still walked to the back seat, opened the door, and sat in, looking handsome and elegant.

Then Henry got in the car but did not close the door.

A noble and tall figure was sitting in the inner seat.

The empty seat was obviously for Monique.

When Little Nomi was there just now, they were already very embarrassed when they sat together.

The relationship between them had just eased a little.

Although they had to be separated, for the sake of Little Nomi, she hoped to be separated peacefully.

Even if he asked her to give him the 500,000 yuan of clothes, she was willing to do so.

Monique tried to keep calm.

She climbed into the car and closed the door.

Then her petite body shrank in the seat of the car door.

The man glanced at her movement from the corner of his eye. His outline was as tight as a knife, and his thin lips were pressed into a straight line. His tall and straight body was cold.

The air in the car was so quiet that it was a little stagnant, making people even breathe carefully.

The aura emanating from him was daunting.

Monique wanted to say something to ease the suffocating atmosphere in the car, but she really didn't know what to say. "The weather today is so good!"