Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

The owner of the guest house brought them breakfast, saying, “You young persons are here to exercise, so you should have got up early. The air here is fresh. Have a good time here after finishing your breakfast.”

The landlady also brought some porridge to them. “One of you did get up early, but it was too early. She asked me what to eat for breakfast at about five in the morning. She must have wandered around for long.”

Looking at each other, they finally realized that Arabella wasn’t here.

Why she got up so early was that she didn’t have dinner yesterday and woke up due to hunger. Everyone knew it clearly, so none of them said a word but enjoyed the porridge.

Sitting opposite Vincent, Emily was eating porridge. She suddenly found someone was staring at her. She looked up, seeing Lord Top look at her as if he wanted to tell her something.

Emily knew what he wanted to say, so she made a gesture to ease him.

Lord Top felt relieved and let out a grateful smile towards her.

Emily thought to herself that no wonder he rarely smiled. Maybe she should say she rarely smiled.

Her smile was so attractive, and so were her fair and slender legs.

Emily admitted that Lord Top did look cool without a cap after looking at her for a while. Her shoulder-length hair was combed backwards and fixed with a little gel, showing how delicate she was. When she was enjoying her porridge, her eyebrows were slightly up. Her nose was high and her mouth…

A big hand appeared in front of her eyes. The joints of the hand were distinct, and there were some thin calluses on its palm. The fingers were long and slender. Most importantly, it almost could the whole face of Emily.

She retracted her gaze and raised her head to see Vincent raising his eyebrows to look at her. He followed her gaze and saw that the group of members eating porridge. One of them looked very cool and just smiled at Emily.

Vincent did say anything else but to remind her, “Have your breakfast.”

a sip of the porridge, Emily glanced at

a bit weird. Emily looked like a cheated wife who was about to explain to her

looked at

more of their eyes on beautiful things. And you also told me last time that the desire to look the attractive

explanation didn’t work at all.

should say something more to fix

as she was looking at Vincent’s poke face that was way too attractive. She reached out to touch the corner of Vincent’s mouth. “After sizing up his appearance, I think good-looking face doesn’t matter that

What a perfect explanation!

would like to thumb up for

held her hand that was about to touch his face and

gentle and seductive but helpless. However, it sounded so attractive to Emily. How she was feeling was like a stone thrown to a lake, and her ears turned red quickly for no

her head, she continued to eat her porridge while casting a peek at Vincent every once in a while. She wasn’t flattering him. Instead, she was quite serious. Vincent really was the best-looking one in her eyes. Especially when he stared at someone with his eyes narrowed, he was so affectionate. He was indifferent and he always buttoned up his shirt tightly, sort of like a celibate. The contours of his face were as clear as those of

age as Randy, Jaquan and the others, but he wasn’t as lively as the people of his age. What others could sense was only his calmness and reserved

a decoration company last night, and offered a ninety percent discount which was

course, she could only accept

if she was with Vincent. Biting the spoon,

each of them a bottle of water and cheered them up, “Come

their victory. Who would have thought it to be a mountain climb? Quite a lot of them thought that they would take a cable car

that they had been

was also called Mount Phoenix Forest Park. The top of the mountain still maintained its original state, since it had not been developed.

the lead

set out. She wore a khaki wool skirt, a fur coat, and knee boots. She also put on some makeup, looking so delicate in the

of boots?” Looking at her with a frown, Randy was critiquing Jaquan in his heart. What was more,