Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

After the Mid-Autumn Festival came the National Day holiday.

It was cool in the morning. Sitting in the garden, Emily was drawing. Candy was at her feet, pushing the ball with its nose and playing back and forth. The guards sat on the tree and chatted idly, each with an ice lolly in hands.

Rex was washing his custom-made suit pants, the fourth one that Candy had peed on … He had already washed this pair of pants twenty-three times in total.

There was also a dead black leather sofa in the garden. Vincent was sitting on it, with one hand on his brow. He was reading a book. A moment later, he did not raise his head. He still maintained his posture and asked, “Have you done yet?”

“Not yet.” Emily took up another brush and said to him, “Alright, you can move your mouth now.”

Vincent smiled and turned to the next page.

Emily felt that they had spent a lot recently, so she decided to draw a few portraits of Vincent and sell them in Ferne’s hotel. She would come back to raise Vincent after selling them for a good price.

Vincent didn’t argue and let Emily do whatever she wanted to. He only sat on the chair with a book.

When it was almost noon, Emily finally completed her masterpiece – in a colorful garden, a pure black leather sofa was placed on the green lawn, and a man in a black custom-made suit was sitting on the sofa, his long legs stretched leisurely, one arm leaning on the sofa, his fingers pressed against his eyebrows, his dark and deep eyes slightly hanging down, looking down at the book in his hand.

His fingers were distinctly slender and beautiful, and the ring finger wore a ring, shining brightly under the sun.

it for a while, then walked behind Vincent, crossed her arms around

and sat down. He pinched her chin and looked at her teeth. “Which teeth

for it yourself,” Emily said, baring

he lowered his head and took a small

was as if she had been hit by an electric current. Emily’s ears turned red. She raised her head and looked at the tree. Sure enough, she ran into

a bit

Let’s see who will cook

was now a lottery system. Whoever got it would cook lunch. No matter how bad it was, everyone had to endure it. Emily was lucky enough to get it once.

dishonest evaluation, “Although it doesn’t

thrown into the trash

his trousers, was unfortunately picked. The guards cheered and

Emily felt sympathetic. She held back her laughter and patted

now an intelligent racing system in the living room. As long as one wore his bracelet and ran at full speed on the sensor pad, he

there were other events

bad that she almost fainted every time after they had sex. She

was