Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

Blanca Roach suddenly just couldn’t hold back her laughter, then giggled.

She put down Matthew Grant’s hand, “Such a big injury, we’d better go to the hospital.”

After saying that she also looked at Matthew Grant’s expression, her eyes were full of playful smiles, and then said, “Forget it, I think you should heal yourself without waiting for the hospital.”

She had been fooled by Matthew Grant again, good grief.

“Well, not going to the hospital.”

Matthew Grant stifled a laugh and passed a piece of dessert to her mouth.

Blanca Roach grunted and took a bite, looking very arrogant and cute.

In the evening there was a fireworks show in the park, and with their family together, time did not have to pass and it was soon evening.

Fireworks suddenly rose burst, gorgeous streams of light sprinkled the sky, such as a vast river of stars, reflecting the starlit castle, as if stepping into a fairy tale virtual world.

At this time, the sea of people also became a corner of the scenery, they willingly detached from reality, into the dream woven by fireworks at this moment.

Blanca Roach felt that she was not romantic enough, and she still could not get involved in this scene.

The colorful fireworks made her face light up and down, she quietly looked up at the fireworks, not jumping and laughing like others, but more beautiful than the starry sky.

Matthew Grant suddenly came up to her ear and said, “I’m sorry to have worried you.”

Blanca Roach froze for a moment, her eyes moved from the fireworks to Matthew Grant’s face, looked at the tangled guilt in his eyes, and suddenly burst out laughing.

“I thought I was the only one who wasn’t concentrating.”

Blanca Roach stopped laughing and rubbed Matthew Grant’s head, which he didn’t anticipate and subconsciously squatted down in response.

She gave his ear another smooth squeeze, and he loosened his slightly furrowed brow, the tight corners of his mouth relaxing in response.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Then you must tell me next time, so I don’t have to worry about you like a little fool.”

She was perceptive enough to know what was on Matthew Grant’s mind.

The two insufficiently romantic people ignored the diffuse stream of light and stared at each other in a cacophony of noise.

“My feet are a little sore.” She let go of Matthew Grant’s hot earlobe that was being rubbed.

Matthew Grant immediately bent down and picked the person up by the waist.

Blanca Roach exclaimed, seeing that she was about to attract more people to look at them, and hurriedly asked Matthew Grant to put her down.

“Go over there and rest, you can see the fireworks too.”

Blanca Roach shook her head as she pointed to a girl wearing Donald Duck shoes and gave Matthew Grant a longing look.

Those shoes just looked so soft, and she wanted to try them on.

Matthew Grant understood and told her and Alice to wait for him where they were while he inquired where they were bought.

Ten minutes later, Matthew Grant returned with two pairs of Donald Duck shoes, breathing a little sharply and disorderly, sweat faintly visible on his face.

Matthew Grant helped Alice change her shoes first.

Alice was so happy to put on the new shoes that she jumped twice in the same place as Donald Duck and asked Blanca Roach and Matthew Grant with a smile, “Mom and Dad, do I look like Donald Duck?”

“What a cute little Donald Duck!”

Blanca Roach bent down and squeezed her daughter’s soft cheeks.

Matthew Grant helped her take off her flat shoes and helped Blanca Roach to put on her new shoes. He was very strong and his hands were hot and strong as he held Blanca Roach.

Blanca Roach couldn’t imagine that she would have this day too. The moment she changed her shoes, she felt that she couldn’t hold on to her weight.

The shoes were as soft as cotton, so it was hard to even lend a hand.

She put on the shoes and took a step in the same position as before, and almost didn’t trip over the huge upper that was made.

Luckily Matthew Grant was there to hold her up, otherwise she would have fallen.

She followed Alice’s example and took a few steps, then suddenly burst out laughing, laughing without any image: “It’s too soft and no heel, it’s like stepping on cotton, I’m going to fall backwards.”

If it is said that the normal beauty of her wandering, beautiful light without fireworks, then at this moment she is really out of confinement, she carved into the bones of the tense dissolved, revealing the full self. With her charming and beautiful appearance, to use a word to describe is “innocent there is evil”.