Sophia was exposed but she didn't shy away.
He smiled and said, "Oh, it's not a big deal. It's just that your beautiful wife has a problem at work and needs help."
Michael chuckled, "When I need help, she is my dear wife, and when you don't need help, Just become my marriage boss?"
Sophia, "..."
This does sound a bit shameless.
"I've been walking around for too long. My legs are a little sore today."
"I'll go back and give you a massage! My skills are amazing, I guarantee you'll be satisfied tonight."
Her voice was so loud that the waiter's hands shook as he brought the dishes. But after all, he had received professional training, and his facial expression was perfect. He calmly put down the dishes and left.
Michael looked at her expression of trying to please her, and couldn't help but raise his lips. He felt that the two hours of shopping were not in vain. "The food in this restaurant is just average, not good."
"Go to another place! It's my treat!"
Michael said nothing.
Sophia looked at him expectantly for a while, as if she had suddenly been enlightened, "I'll make you a loving midnight snack when we get home?"
Michael nodded reluctantly, "Okay, let's try Mrs. Windsor 's cooking. Let's go."
Ten p.m.
The kitchen was as horrible as if it had been hit by a hurricane. After working for an hour, Sophia came out with a plate of boiled vegetables and seriously promoted it, "Don't make your supper too greasy. I think boiled vegetables are good."
Michael thought about the black mass on the other plates when he passed by the kitchen just now, and suddenly felt that this green plate was quite friendly. He couldn't help but ask a soul-searching question, "How did you survive in a foreign country for three years?"
Sophia placed the dish in front of him, "I'm not picky, I'll eat it when it's cooked."
Michael, "…"
He picked up a piece of vegetable and tasted it, paused for a moment in chewing, then swallowed it without changing his expression.
Sophia looked at him nervously, "How is it? Are you okay?"
Michael picked up the water cup and took a sip, "Don't cook in the future, it's better to hire a babysitter."
Sophia, "???"
She was about to ask, but Michael got right back to the point, "What problems do you need help with? Tell me."
Sophia hurriedly pulled a chair over and sat down opposite him, pushing a stack of documents in front of him and tapping the table lightly with her slender white fingers.
"Look at this."
Michael picked it up casually, leaned back in his chair, and raised his hand naturally to point to his shoulder.
Sophia, "???"
"Too many meetings today, my shoulders are hurting."
"..."
Sophia was confused for a few seconds, then realized what he meant, her eyes twitched, and she subconsciously stood up and walked over to give him a massage.
The man didn't even raise his head, and said in a clear voice, "Wash your hands."
Sophia fretted behind him for a long time, then resigned herself to washing her hands. When she came to Michael 's side, he had already finished.
He raised his eyebrows and concluded, "Your company's new drama is pretty good. Do you want to borrow Entertainment Global 's exclusive costume and makeup company?"
Sophia stood behind him, pressing with an unskilled hand, "I've seen the crews that this costume and makeup company has served, and they're all very popular! I'm a bit feudal and superstitious, and I want to take advantage of it!"
Michael was amused, "So you want Parker to speak up and introduce you guys?"
Sophia nodded, "Yes!"
As she spoke, she leaned in closer and said, "You've been playing the role of his leader for so long. Find a chance and order him to help you?"
The girl's voice was cunning and tentative.
She leaned very close to him, her breath spraying against his ears, and her hair brushed across the side of his face faintly, making him feel itchy and numb, and making his heartbeat irregularly.
He tilted his head to look at her and corrected her, "It's to help you."
After he finished speaking, he realized that they were too close to each other.