Purchased A Mr. Right

Desmond turned around.

When he saw the comer, he couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Wilson was wearing a suit jacket with a silk dark-colored shirt, which showed his elegance and a trace of languidness. Offset by the sunset outside the corridor window behind him, he was extremely handsome.

The glass on the bridge of his nose perfectly demonstrated his gentle temperament.

Wilson hooked his lips to Isla who was holding his legs, and took her hand.

Tina was also surprised. "President Chin, why are you here?"

Wilson did not answer her, but glanced at Desmond in the ward and asked him in the same tone, "Why are you here?"

Desmond wanted to say, "Of course I came to lure your woman", but he restrained himself with a guilty conscience.

He stiffened his neck and said coldly, "Why can't I be here! This is a hospital, a public place, I can come if I want!" Wilson slowly took back his sight.

It seemed that he was too lazy to argue with him.

Wilson turned his face and asked, "Tina, are you going out?"

When he entered, he saw Tina holding a child's red coat in her hand.

Tina stuttered, "Uh..."

Desmond's legs shook proudly. "That's right. I'm going to take Tina and Little girl to a children's restaurant for dinner. We're going out to enjoy delicacies now! Cousin Wilson, you'd better not waste our time!" Wilson said, "I ordered the delivery of XX restaurant and it will be delivered soon! We don't have to go out!"

"Eh!" Tina blinked.

She knew that restaurant. He ordered it once when he first came to the ward to see Isla

It was a restaurant that never made deliveries, but he asked them to deliver and they did. He was still rich and willful.

On the side, Desmond almost jumped up on the spot. He said hurriedly, "How can you do that? We agreed to go out and eat!"

Wilson gave him a meaningful glance.

Then he squatted down and looked at Isla. He hooked his lips and said to her, "Isla, do you want to eat in the children's restaurant outside, or do you want to have dinner with me in the ward?" Desmond also looked at the little girl with anticipation, excitedly holding his breath.

From the moment Isla saw Wilson, she blushed and looked very cute.

She didn't even think about it and said sweetly, "Of course with you!"

Although Desmond had persuaded for a long time with his silvery tongue and Isla was indeed very interested, she still chose to dine with her Mr. Right!

Wilson hooked his lips in the year.

Desmond was speechless.

"Why is it always me who is hurt!" He shouted in his heart.

Isla didn't see Desmond's broken heart. She only had Mr. Right in her eyes.

She took Wilson's big hand with her and took him to the sofa. She poured water and fetched fruits for him especially eagerly, and also gave him all the snacks that Desmond had brought to please her. Lying on his lap, she held her little face and kept smiling.

Desmond wanted to vomit blood.

Tina expressed her sympathy.

The takeout came, filling the entire table.

The ward was full of the aroma of rice.

Meanwhile, Desmond received quite a great blow to his heart. He didn't stay any longer. He covered his chest and left in a dispirited manner. When his figure disappeared, Tina immediately made a statement, "It has nothing to do with me. He has been in the ward since I came here!"

It could be said that her desire for survival was very strong.

Although Isla did not know the connotations in the adults' words, she nodded in agreement. "Yes!"

Tina was very gratified.

It's indeed her daughter.

Wilson's eyes behind the lens swept over the door of the ward with a slight coldness. "It seems that I have to find him something to do!"

Tina looked up at him.

"What's the implicit meaning of this?" Tina thought.

Soon, it was weekend again.

Tina stayed at the hospital with her daughter during the day. At four o'clock in the afternoon, she went to the commercial street in the west of the city, which was very lively.

The commercial street was very large,

various kinds of shops gathered together.

One of the streets was dedicated to selling fabrics. This was a place frequented by many clothing designers and cloth-making enthusiasts. When Tina were in the university, she would often come here. However, at that time, she selected fabrics in stalls on the sides the street for her assignments.

Tina had come to pick a good piece of fabric this day.

The design of the suit for Wilson had long been completed.

Last time, she didn't know what to give him as birthday gift when she went abroad. She regretted that she hadn't realize the design at that time.

Therefore, after returning home, she wanted to put it on the agenda.

In fact, it was very simple for Tina to find a well-known studio or factory and ask them to realize the design.

When she was in college, she entrusted the design for Dylan to an experienced tailor.

But Wilson especially stressed that she should be more devoted to his suit than to Dylan's...

Tina decided to do it herself.

She walked for an hour.

After she had visited almost all the shops on the street, one of them finally got her favor.

The boss asked her with a smile, "Miss, what do you need?"

Tina said, "I want a piece of fabric for a suit!"

"A suit?" The boss smiled and asked, "For marriage?

Tina was stunned, and then her face turned red. "No..."

She selected a navy blue piece among the fabrics in the shop.

Most of Wilson's clothes were very stylish and exquisite, and they were mainly in dark colors. Navy blue was dignified in low-profile, which was in line with his aura.

She fantasized about the way he wore it. She felt that he would definitely be very handsome.

Tina picked a piece of fabric carefully.

The delicate textile skill could be felt in combination of cashmere and silk by the touch of fingers.

She was very satisfied.

Tina bought the corresponding fabrics according to Wilson's sizes. She bought cotton for chest piece and shoulder pad.

After buying them all, she paid and returned with full load.

Coming out of the restaurant,the blush on her face had not completely faded away.

When the boss of the fabric shop mentioned marriage, it made Tina think of the horse field in New City where the staff mistook her for Wilson's wife, and he did not deny it. The water of her heart lake was once again disturbed.

Tina touched her cheek with the back of her hand, trying to cool the temperature down as soon as possible.

She went forward with unwitting light steps.

She went back along the road of the commercial street. When she was about to hail a taxi on the side of the road, her cell phone rang.

Tina took it out.

On the screen, the number of Desmond was displayed.

Tina held her forehead and waited for a moment before she slowly picked it up. "Desmond?"

Music could be heard from the speaker.

It was a bit ear-piercing. The rhythm was especially fast. There were even drum beats.

When Tina frowned, Desmond's voice finally came from over the phone. "Tina, I will give you half an hour. You will immediately come to the Peninsula Bar. No. 39 on the back

street!"