LOOKING FOR A WIFE FOR MY FATHER
CHAPTER 02: FUNNY BOY (1)

Puff, the expensive water that Chelsea had just been drinking, gushed from his mouth.

"Ugh ugh, what? Men's...Guarding? "

Reaner extended her small hand, took a small handkerchief from the pocket of her coat, and cleaned the water that hit her. 

Oh my god, before he says that again. He also plans to spit water again.

"Eat, play, and sleep together."

'Oh my God, whose child is this?'

Chelsea shed tears, the atmosphere was so quiet, plus the arrogance of this rich man.

'Oh my God, even if you really want to meet this rich man. Does it have to be this way?'

He really did not have any bad habits to ruin his self-esteem.

"Reaner, before you say you want to have a wife early. Shouldn't you go to school to study?

"Be my mother."

"Mother?" 

Reaner almost bit his tongue.

"Yes, for a year, this year, you have to do all my mother's work. And I'm gonna pay off your sister's college tuition for the next three years. I'll also take on all your father's debts."

Reaner's cute face was handsome, filled with seriousness.

Chelsea looked at him strangely. 'Is this a dream?'

"You don't have to doubt my abilities."

Chelsea straightened her body, then extended her hand to the man in black clothes beside her.

The man in black politely, handed him a small piece of paper.. 

"This is a blank check, you can fill in the amount yourself."

Chelsea cried, returning the check to the man in black.. 

Judging from the luxurious cars and the expensive and beautiful clothes, it looks that Reaner's background is truly extraordinary.

He has no doubts, because he has the ability and the money, but….

"Why are you looking for me?"

Reaner lowered her shoulders, her face showed sadness, and then began to speak in a bit of frustration..

"You look a lot like my mom. I haven't seen her since I was born, all I've seen is a picture."

Seeing the sadness in his eyes, Chelsea felt a little guilty.

With resignation, Chelsea finally nodded.

"All right, I promise you."

Hearing his promise, Reaner immediately issued a contract. After they signed the agreement letter, a bright smile emerged from the face that was initially feeling frustrated.

It seemed like sadness just now, it looked like a trick.

Chelsea realized, why did she feel like she was being framed?

Shaking his head. 'No, no, that must be the trick.'

Reaner pinched his chin, so that he would immediately come to his senses from his daydream.

He raised his hand and gestured from behind to the servant. A waiter brought a drink.

"Give this drink to Chelsea!" Then take the orange juice and raise the glass.

Seriously speaking.

"I hope we can work well together."

Chelsea took it and drank it a mouthful. 'Well, this drink is so sweet.'

Seeing him finish a glass of drink, Reaner tilted her lips. Then pick up his phone and quickly send a message. A few seconds later, his phone rang.

Seeing the reply coming in from his phone, he smiled widely.

Chelsea then put down her glass when she felt a little dizzy.

'When this drink is sweet, but why is the effect so strong?'

When he was about to go down, Chelsea felt he had been drunk to the point of not being able to stand up straight.

Reaner ordered the man in black to help Chelsea stand up.

Seeing the man's slightly rude treatment, Reaner couldn't help but stifle his frustration.

"Be careful, if you hurt my mother, then you don't have to appear in front of me anymore!"

The man in black was sad, he was really very careful.

Back in the car, Reaner pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

"Where is my father now?"

"Do you give anything to his drink?"

After listening to the opposite answer, Reaner hung up the phone in satisfaction.

The car stopped in front of a Grand Apartment building.

Reaner helps Chelsea enter the elevator, ascending to the 36th floor. Deftly enter the password on the door and open it.

Take Chelsea to the master bedroom. "Mom, you're home now, so you can rest."

'Tomorrow, the three of us, the family, will live happily together.'

Reaner said in his heart.

"Yes, good night."

The drunk Chelsea, then kissed vigorously on Reaner's little face and turned to enter the room.

He took off his clothes, and threw himself onto the large, padded bed.

Faintly touching something beside him, and moving his hands up and down.

'Eh, since when in his bed was there a big pillow?'

'Forget it, forget it'

After all, it was very comfortable to hold it gently.