Chapter 79

Obediently ate the fish. The delicious tuna actually reminded her sleeping stomach and gave a cooing warning.

Her stomach is already protesting. Monica hasn't eaten since morning.

Tracy heard the embarrassing noise in her stomach and smiled more. Monica's cheeks turned red and she was embarrassed to look at him.

Tracy took her hand back, slowly cut off a piece of beef and handed it to her mouth again. "I don't know if it suits your taste. The taste and taste of the veal are good. Try it."

She continued to feed her mouth so attentively that a warm current surged into her heart. Monica didn't behave like a little woman and ate it in a big way.

Tracy stared at her quietly, as if she couldn't see enough. The cloud on Monica's face was obviously gradually dispersing, which made him feel a lot more comfortable.

Monica licked her lips after swallowing the beef. She was cool and charming with a hint of playfulness. Tracy caught every detail of her and found a little oil stain on the corner of her mouth. She took up the napkin cloth and put it in front of her to wipe it off.

Then he pressed the pager. For a moment, the red haired stewardess came with light steps, with a professional beautiful smile, nodded to Tracy, "I'm glad to serve you."

Seeing the young and golden Tracy, I unconsciously bent my eyebrows and eyes, but I caught a glimpse of the cold and gorgeous Monica and closed my mind with some guilt.

Tracy gently fed Monica a fruit salad and said to the red haired stewardess, "last order is Bacon pasta, fried scallops, fungus soup and fresh milk pudding."

After a pause, she looked at Monica and asked, "would you like some red wine?"

Tracy ordered some food for Monica directly, which may be disgusting at ordinary times, but now it's like a warm current wrapping Monica's heart.

She nodded slightly. Tracy asked the stewardess, "is there a 00 year Bordeaux on the plane?"

"Yes, St. emmeron in '00."

"Well, bring it up together." after ordering food for Monica, he thought there were two girls behind him and said to them, "Rosie, tell the flight attendants what you want to eat. Don't be polite to me. By the way, ask Renault outside. Everyone should be hungry. Go and see how the coffee on the plane is and make me a latte."

"OK, boss."

Tracy didn't care about Rosie and them after he told them. Just now he patronized to eat and forgot to take care of the entourage.

As a boss, employees can only stare if they don't speak first. Rosie was really hungry. Looking at the boss who ate quickly, he was really greedy.

Just now Tracy fed Monica herself. Rosie admired it. If only she were herself.

However, this unrealistic idea flashed through her mind. Rosie knew that Tracy was not interested in her, and the new little assistant attracted Tracy's eyes more than her.

To be honest, Rosie is not bad, no less than the Black Pearl Harry berry, and has a good figure, but Tracy really doesn't like this one.

However, black sister's skin texture is really good, cough

When the food was neat, Monica couldn't wait to bring her ideas to her face, slightly smelled the taste, showed a satisfied smile, gently pulled her drooping curly hair on her shoulder, regardless of her image, and ate.

The scallop meat is not small. Tracy carefully cuts it into small pieces and puts it on the sauce. And pour her a glass of red wine with a decanter.

Monica ate a few mouthfuls, thought she would drink a mouthful of soup, and then went to eat the cut scallops.

She will take care of Tracy's leftover fruit salad and tuna fillet. Tracy simply pushes the plate in front of her.

Monica seems to be hungry, but Tracy always feels like she's venting. The eating method is completely different from the last time I ate in an Italian restaurant.

She still eats a lot, but now she's more casual. She used to pay attention to her manners.

Tracy would love to see her like this. She gives people an appetite. She is still beautiful anyway.

Infatuated with married acquaintances?

Tracy was embarrassed at the thought of Natalie's cunning and jealous eyes, but she immediately smiled indifferently.

It's just the pursuit of beautiful things. Malena in Sicily has already lived in his heart. No teenager has fantasized about her. Besides, now it's close at hand, why should we let go of the good intentions arranged by God.

Monica, who is full, frowns slightly and touches her slightly raised belly. She wants to flatten her belly with her hands. Recently, she is on a diet, but now she can't control herself.

In Sicily, Tracy has no requirements for her figure. It's good to be rich and beautiful.

But then she had to take part in the matrix, but the director specially reminded her to keep fit.

Tracy seemed to notice her troubles, raised her glass and gently touched her glass. "Cheers, Monica. Drink some red wine after dinner to help your stomach digest."

Monica was a little lazy and drank it all at once. Tracy wanted to have a taste, and she took it with her.

"Don't drink too fast."

"It doesn't matter. I can drink well."

Monica fills herself up and pours Tracy a drink.

With a lazy smile, she raised her glass to Tracy, and then drank it again.

The third cup was not drunk in a hurry. It shook gently in his hand, with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned. He relaxed and lazily leaned on his back, narrowed his eyes slightly, and your blush had already risen on his cheeks.

The peaks that can't be wrapped up are rising and falling along the breath, which is even more spectacular.

In the past little meeting, Monica drank the third cup, extended her arm holding the cup forward, opened her red lips and said, "pour it for me."

Is this filling yourself.

Tracy shook her head reluctantly, poured her a glass and whispered, "Monica, come on, you can tell me what you think. You told me before that you can tell you what you think. Similarly, I can be your listener."

"Don't worry, I don't care. I just want to drink." he drank it again.

The strength of red wine is not enough, but the aftereffect is not small. If you drink so quickly, the strength of wine will come up soon.

Monica was already a little dizzy, but she still didn't forget to ask Tracy to pour her wine.

I'm afraid the calm before the storm is just what Monica is now. Tracy continued to add wine to her. After she got drunk, she didn't have to think so much.

The red wine in the decanter soon bottomed out. Monica slightly opened her eyes. She was full of beauty and looked at Tracy. "Do you think I'm beautiful?"

BAM, BAM... BAM, BAM

Looking at her like this, Tracy's heart beat faster. Such an suggestive question made him feel dry and open his mouth slightly. After a moment, he replied, "beautiful... Beautiful. Nothing makes my heart beat faster and suffocate me..."

"Giggle... Do you want to go with me..." Monica interrupted him with a smile, basically without implying.

"I... of course..."

"Oh, man."