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Sophia was born in a small noble family. After her mother died, Sophia was framed and went abroad for three years, leaving her stepfather to inherit the family business. After returning, Sophia vowed to take back everything she had, but before that, she needed to get married first so that her stepfather could fulfill his promise to return all the property to her after marriage. However, she didn't expect her stepfather to keep speaking out of turn, and her husband turned out to be the richest man in the country. He doted on her and had a domineering temperament. However, the independent Sophia did not ask the richest husband for help, but took back everything with her own efforts and layout. The richest husband could only give Sophia unparalleled love and romance.

I'm The Richest Wife

It's actually quite cost-effective and everything is under control.

But she felt offended when she heard his reproachful words. She stretched her neck to retort, and heard him sigh softly, his voice low and hoarse.

The angry words on the tip of his tongue turned around and were swallowed back.

Sophia's voice was much softer, like a noble Persian cat that had been smoothed out. "It's okay. I just got bumped here! Just blow it for me and it will be fine."

As she spoke, she moved her face closer.

The street lights shone into the car through the mottled shadows of the trees, sprinkling onto the girl's pretty and bright face, casting a layer of hazy color.

Michael frowned and looked at the little face in front of him.

He just saw her looking down and lost, looking a little pitiful, and thought that he had spoken too harshly, so he explained in a gentle voice.

Who would have thought it was all an illusion?

Or are all women's expressions changing so quickly?

"What are you standing there for? If you don't blow it , I won't feel any pain in a while!" Sophia moved her face closer.

Countless thoughts flashed through Moore's mind as he sat in the front driver's seat .

At first he was worried that Sophia would question him, then he was surprised that his boss would actually explain, and later he was shocked at Sophia's direct way of flirting .

Fortunately, she was so rational that she knew that the pain would go away after a while.

Sophia squinted her eyes and stole a glance at him, biting her lip and humming, "Do you think it's swollen? Jones hit me with a teacup, and if I hadn't dodged quickly, I would have been disfigured!"

Michael lowered his eyes and looked at her dimly, "He hit you with a teacup, and you didn't hit him back?"

"They were so numerous and powerful at that time."

She sighed softly, "And if they don't go too far, I don't actually want to do it. After all, it's not on my territory."

Michael said calmly, "You still know you are not on your own territory."

But only a useless woman will take out her anger on her man.

Her man is so gentle and considerate, and he cares about her, so she will never take out the anger she suffers outside on him.

She moved closer, almost leaning into his arms, her beautiful eyes pleading, "Don't be mean to me, it really hurts, can you blow it for me?"

The girl's lips were pursed, her small face, which was the size of a palm, was full of pleading, and her eyes were sparkling with crystal clear light.

Michael's heart thumped and his eyes darkened.

Even though he knew it was childish, he couldn't refuse.

Just as I was about to pout, the car braked suddenly.

Sophia fell forward unsteadily, and Michael subconsciously reached out to pull her back. Then the next second, his thin lips touched the girl's soft little face.

Sophia's eyes widened, and she froze, forgetting to move.

Michael moved his lips away calmly, raised his eyes to look ahead, and warned in a deep voice.

Moore admitted that he was a gossiper. After all, his boss's behavior was too abnormal, so he didn't notice the car in front of him. "Sorry, boss, the car in front of us braked suddenly and I didn't notice it."

Michael didn't intend to pursue the matter. He lowered his eyes to look at the little woman who was still leaning on his arms, and asked calmly, "Does it still hurt?"

Sophia came back to her senses, her face burning, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Sophia slowly sat up, too embarrassed to look at him.

His eyes drifted forward unnaturally and landed on Moore . "Are you his assistant?"

Moore's heart suddenly lifted up. What was supposed to happen finally happened. He knew that the lady would ask about what happened today. He nodded respectfully, "Yes, ma'am."

Sophia frowned and looked at him for a moment, "Be careful when driving next time."

Chapter 33