Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Chapter 1190

For breakfast Channing made bean sprout soup to quench the wine...

Winnie was halfway through her meal when she suddenly noticed Channing's suitcase in the living room. She choked coldly and her eyes widened, "Why did you bring your suitcase too?"

Channing pulled a piece of paper and wiped the soup stains from her mouth, "I'm staying here for the next few months too."

Winnie: "?"

Channing said, "I've seen it, and the hotel is not far from the office."

"It's not a matter of far or not far, how can someone put it at home and not live, run to stay in a hotel, you ......"

"Are you not wanting to stay with me."

Winnie: "......"

How she somehow felt, he said this sentence like some aggrieved look.

Winnie suddenly slowed her tone, "I didn't mean it that way."

Channing bowed his head and ate his breakfast, "That'll do, I've contacted the hotel, no outsiders will be let in and no one will be photographed."

Winnie still tried to struggle a little more, moved forward a few minutes closer, whispered: "I live in the hotel because the crew has rules, and the convenience of commuting every day, if there is a choice, I am definitely still willing to stay at home, or so, I go back one day a week can it, the crew I go to communicate, there will be no problem. "

Channing looked up at her, "But I don't want to be separated from you for a day."

Winnie met his gaze, her eyes blinked, and finally lost: "...... line."

Compared to Channing's previous occasional nasty calls to her sister, or gave her plenty of security, what she can't stand, is his simple and straightforward way.

Who could have refused this?

At that moment, the doorbell rang, Winnie thought it was the assistant calling her, she was about to get up, Channing was already walking towards the door: "Finish eating, I'll open it."

Winnie sat down again. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Outside the door, instead of Winnie's assistant, stood Francis, carrying breakfast and with a headache from a hangover.

The moment the door opened, he apparently froze as well, and made a point of looking at the door number, thinking he was still awake.

After confirming that the door number was correct, Francis looked at Channing again and smiled knowingly, "You're Winnie's brother, right?"

Channing leaned against the door, arms around his chest, and looked at him coldly: "Which one are you."

Francis said, "I'm her colleague, bringing her breakfast."

With that, he wanted to go inside my one.

Channing sidled up to stop him, "She's already eating."

Francis was surprised, "Really? Then I really came at a bad time."

Channing lifted his chin, signaling that he was free to go.

Francis, obviously not about to go back yet, looked up and looked inside.

And at this time, Winnie also finally finished her breakfast quickly and ran over, she stood behind Channing: "Francis? What are you doing here so early?"

Francis said, "I had too much to drink yesterday, thanks to the antidote Ms. Truman sent, and I'm not coming to bring you a breakfast."

Winnie laughed dryly twice: "It's nothing, you're welcome, it's me who should thank you for helping me block the drinks last night, are you ...... feeling better?"

Francis rubbed his temples: "Much better, thanks to the antidote you sent, otherwise I probably wouldn't have been able to get up today."

"It's okay, so what, I've already eaten breakfast, thank you."

Francis wanted to say something else, but suddenly realized that they had been talking apart, he said, "Ms. Truman brother looks quite tall ha, this height can be a model to go."

Winnie: "......"

Channing glanced at Francis: "So now you can be a star even if you're short."

Francis: "......"

He is not short, a meter eight head it, but really short of his half head.

Francis coughed twice: "Brother a look is often play basketball, or when you have time to a game."

Channing didn't refuse: "Okay."

Winnie wondered why these two were somehow choking. She pulled Channing back a little and said to him, "You go back and eat your dinner."

Immediately after, just at the moment Channing turned around, she said to Francis again, "Excuse me, he's not my brother, he's my boyfriend, he brought my luggage over last night."

Channing paused slightly in his steps.

Francis was a little shocked: "I thought Ms. Truman would like the mature and stable type, but I didn't expect to like this ......"

Channing turned back around and spoke with an expressionless face, "This kind of what?"

Francis squared away, "This young and handsome."

Winnie rubbed her temples and turned to Francis and said, "I'll see you in a bit."

Then immediately closed the door and pushed Channing back.

Francis outside the door can not help but some sigh, how is the winter is coming, how even single so many years Winnie are beginning to fall in love.

Back in the living room, Winnie said, "Why did you just ask him out to play basketball?"

Channing said, "Wasn't he the one who asked me out."

"...... too, but you're pretty busy at work, where do you find the time."

"Doesn't he have all the time in the world."

"The nature of your work is different, right?"

Channing raised an eyebrow and walked over to the table, "Nothing's different."

After a pause, he looked back at Winnie: "Will you come then?"

Winnie didn't respond for a moment, "What?"

"Basketball game."

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