Purchased A Mr. Right

Tina was very thin and her waist was slender. Her skin was white and delicate, which made the dark blue color very obvious.

Wilson's eyes darkened slightly.

After the ointment was absorbed, he took back his hand and wiped it with a tissue next to him.

Tina slowly sat up from the sofa and put on her unbuttoned clothes. She didn't know what medicine he had applied, but the pain at the back of her waist was almost nonexistent. She turned to look at him.

Wilson leaned against the sofa, folding his legs, and sat in a very lazy position.

When he didn't speak, he looked very gentle and elegant, with a kind of calm and selfrestraint temperament.

Tina was rather surprised. She paused for a moment before asking, "President Chin, how did you know that I was injured?"

Wilson squinted and asked, "Are you flattered?"

"Yes!" Tina nodded. "There are so many reporters, and everyone is excited. I thought you only cared Mona and would not pay attention to me!"

After listening to her words, Wilson asked with a faint smile, "Are you jealous?"

Tina shook her head with a smile and said jokingly, "No. A mistress has no right to be jealous, hasn't she? However, if you are busy and don't need me during the weekend, you can inform me, so that I don't have to stay there alone!"

Wilson raised his eyebrows.

He seemed very satisfied with her answer, but at the same time, he felt a little unhappy.

He didn't know exactly what he was unhappy about.

Wilson grabbed her hand, as soft as her slender waist.

He put the ointment on her hand and said casually, "This is an ointment specially designed for traumatic injury. When you go back, remember to apply it yourself. I don't like women with ugly scars on their bodies!"

Tina held the medicine lightly and could still smell the fragrance of the medicine.

When she was young, her mother had not died of illness. Every time she played happily with the children in the alley, she didn't know that there were scratches on her skin, but as long as she returned home, her mother would always find out the first time.

Then she would very gently apply medicine to her scratches just like what he did just now.

Tina was not hypocritical. She said sincerely, "President Chin, thank you!"

Wilson's eyes narrowed. "That's all?"

Tina was speechless.

Wilson raised his chin slightly, the meaning of which was obvious.

Tina felt helpless.

She could not remain unmoved.

Tina clenched the ointment in her hand and leaned towards him with a red face. She quickly kissed him on the lips.

After that, she wanted to return.

Wilson seemed to be very dissatisfied and felt that it was not enough, so he wrapped her with his long and powerful arms. He held the back of her head and kissed her again.

He opened his mouth and kissed her deeply.

Tina's struggles and refusal were useless. Her lips were hot and her tongue was numb.

Wilson looked gentle, but in fact, he was very aggressive and domineering. His kiss seemed to swallow her every time.

The kissing became more and more intense, and the hands on her back began to move.

Under such circumstances, Wilson wanted more.

He didn't mind being on the sofa or being in broad daylight. It was just that she had a large bruise on her waist. If they really had sex, it was inevitable that she would be injured again.

This damn self-control in front of her!

Wilson held her in his arms with his chin on her neck, gasping violently.

The heat in the air gradually subsided.

Tina finally broke free from his arms and tidied up her wrinkled clothes with a red face. It was unknown whether she was hot or shy.

She looked at her watch and said, "It's getting late. President Chin, I have to go back to the TV station!"

With these words, Tina ran away, afraid that he would really do something.

Wilson lit a cigarette in the room. After his boiling blood calmed down, he put out the cigarette and came out.

Outside the corridor, Terry was waiting respectfully.

When Wilson came out, he immediately reported, "President Chin, everything is clear! This group of sudden reporters is not a coincidence, but someone deliberately informed them and gave them corresponding benefits!"

Wilson narrowed his eyes, which were sharp.

He did not ask who the person was, but said coldly, "I see."

Terry asked, "President Chin, do you need me to deal with these news?"

There was obvious displeasure on Wilson's face, but after thinking for two seconds, he said coldly, "Forget it!"

"Yes!" Terry said respectfully.

As Wilson walked toward the elevator, his phone rang. It was a call from his father, Bellamy.

He answered it with a serious look.

At dusk, the sunset glow filled the sky.

The spring wind caressed our faces. The willows planted in the hospital grew more and more lush. Many patients were taking a walk downstairs.

Tina returned to the TV station and clocked out. After work, she went straight to the hospital.

She had dinner with her daughter and was hanging the washed clothes on the balcony. And Isla was helping her hang the clothes one by one like an adult. Hearing someone open the door and come

in, Isla turned around and said, "Aunt Malee!"

Tina turned around and saw her good friend coming in with a lot of bags. She knew that she came here to send something delicious to Isla, so she smiled. Malee had another thing to do.

Not long after she sat down, she pulled Tina and said, "Tina, let me show you something!"

Tina looked at the webpage on her phone and asked in surprise, "A clothing design competition?

Malee nodded and said, "Yes, I saw it online. The details of the competition haven't been decided yet, but it's said to be held by a well-known foreign company. How about you join it then?" Tina refused without thinking. "No. I have already given up on the clothing design!"

Malee persuaded, "You really don't want to consider it? When you're free, you can pay more attention to it. I know that giving up clothing design has always been your regret. This may allow you to continue your dream..."

Tina continued to shake her head with a smile.

Seeing that her attitude was firm, Malee could only give up and stop talking about this topic.

She looked around the room and asked in

surprise, "Where is Isla?"

Outside the hospital building, a black Mercedes-Benz stopped by the flower bed. The door of the driver's seat was opened, and Wilson jumped out of it.

Usually, the driver would drive for him. He only drove in person in private. Wearing a pair of glasses, he always gave people a feeling that he was gentle and elegant. Such a domineering and wild car didn't seem to match him. But when he stood there, his momentum particularly fit the car.

When Wilson was about to walk into the building, he suddenly felt a pain on his calf.

Something soft hit him.