Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Emily’s only impression of Vincent’s birthday was that her waist hurt.

She woke up until the evening of the next day. She dragged her body that seemed to have been squeezed by a large machine and managed to seat herself on the sofa, gasping and staring blankly at the ceiling.

“It looks like that you love the gift I gave you.” Christy rubbed her shoulders.

Emily was too tired to speak. She turned back and looked at Christy with a harmless stare.

Emma, Sydnee, and the others had rushed back to City Y early this morning. Emily felt sorry that she didn’t get up to send them off. When she picked up her phone and found that it was already the evening of the next day. She suddenly felt sad.

Emily thought that she should make an agreement with Vincent that he shouldn’t sleep in the bedroom except on weekends and the day before!

“By the way, can you give me the painting in your studio as a gift?” Christy asked.

As Emily had difficulties walking around, Christy got out the framed picture from the studio by herself. When Christy came out, she saw a picture of Harold hanging on the innermost wall. A tall and burly figure was standing in the sun, loyal and solemn, even with a wooden face.

This painting was different from the others. Instead of Emily’s, Harold’s signature was written in the bottom right corner.

Christy sighed and walked out with the painting in her arms.

Ferne was still working on the hotel decoration and called Vincent over. There were only two guards at home, squatting in the corner, eating ice cream, and enjoying the air conditioning. They were probably worried that Emily would be afraid of being alone in the room, so they called Christy over.

Christy thought that Emily may wake up until eleven o’clock. Who knew that she would sleep for so long? Christy had checked the painting of Trevor about four times until Emily finally woke up.

chance to ask for

shirt, his eyes clear and clean. He was standing there and looking up at the

It was a painting-within-a-painting.

meant for you.”

it so much.” Christy came over to massage Emily’s shoulders for a

so

tongue and said, “It sounds

lost

he saw the two women on

he saw that Emily was lying on the sofa and laughing with her hair messed up, he could not help but loosen

closely behind could not help but take out his phone and enter the group chat to

What did Mr. Vincent eat

Noodles and cakes last

eating the ice cream: No, I guess it must

eating

class, she found that

ask for leave,

put down her schoolbag

a dozen people stayed in the class. It seemed that the others hadn’t come to class for

day before yesterday. The piano was broken by someone and Class S blamed it on us. They asked us to pay for it.” Tatiana shrugged, “Those in our class who haven’t gone to clean up don’t want to take the responsibility at all. They said that whoever

in our class break it?”