  Eric Brown lowers his head sharply and bites Agatha Frost's shoulder.

  

      "You-" Agatha Frost struggled.

  

      Eric Brown, on the other hand, held her tightly, and his mouth was very hard.

  

      Moments later, he straightened up and slowly wiped a trace of crystal from the corners of his mouth.

  

      The tall figure covered Agatha Frost: "The mole is a little ugly. I'll bite it off for you."

  

      "Pervert!" Agatha Frost pushes Eric Brown, but he doesn't move.

  

      There is desire in the eyes. Looking and wild, he pinched her chin: "Next time, think about how to put out the fire, and then point."

  

      "So Mr. Brown needs a woman to put out the fire? Agatha Frost has seen Jacqueline Holland at the door.

  

      So she put her arm around Eric Brown's neck. "Not your nanny?"

  

      "To pry into my privacy?" Eric Brown's lips.. A flap is shaved

  Eric Brown narrowed his eyes and locked them on Agatha Frost like a hawk. "No."

  

      This is the privacy of the Brown family, and he can't let a woman he's only known for a day get involved.

  

      What's more, he didn't believe what Agatha Frost could do.

  

      But at that moment, a tender but sharp voice came from inside: "Ah-"

  

      When Agatha Frost heard the sound, her heart twitched for no reason.

  

      Faster than her brain, she had pushed the door open quickly.

  

      There were heavy curtains in the room, and the light was dim, but you could see the mess all over the floor.

  

      A little boy was sitting on the ground with a broken vase in his hand.

  

      The edge of the vase cut his little hand, but he didn't seem to feel any pain.

  

      When the door was pushed open, he almost unconsciously threw the vase at Agatha Frost.

  

    

  "Wait!" Eric Brown suddenly spoke.

  

      Agatha Frost turned her eyes and raised them slightly. "What's the matter, Mr.?". What advice does Brown have?

  

      "Come with me to the Brown family after work." Eric Brown said lightly.

  

      "Yes." Agatha Frost did not ask the reason. Her red lips were raised, and her ending voice was like: "That Mr.?". See you tonight, Brown.

  

      Seeing her follow the front desk to the elevator, Jacqueline Holland's heart was pounding and her palms were sweating.

  

      She couldn't help asking, "Eric, why did you invite her? Do you have a crush on her?

  

      "No." Eric Brown said lightly.

  

      Jacqueline Holland gritted her teeth at the thought of Agatha Frost's eldest son in the old house.

  

      Agatha Frost must not see it!

  

      "Eric, that woman is so young, dressed up and flirtatious, where does she seem to have real ability? I'm afraid her reputation abroad is a lie.

  

      "Don't bring everyone back to the old house. God knows if she has an infectious disease!"

  

      Hearing this, Eric Brown frowned, and there was obvious impatience in his eyes:

  

      "I need your permission to ask someone to go back to the old house?"

  

      Jacqueline Holland's face froze and she started to cry.

  

      "Take your place." Eric Brown dropped that and just walked away.

  

      He can't stand Jacqueline Holland anymore.

  

      If he hadn't been saved by Jacqueline Holland in that village when he was young and met her by accident five years ago, he wouldn't have tolerated her so much.

  

      After all, the first impression was so good.

  

      But now, he just wants to spend money.

  

      Jacqueline Holland looks at the back of Eric Brown as he leaves, trying to hold back the gloom in her eyes.

  

      It has been five years since she met 'Eric Brown by chance, but he is getting farther and farther away from her.

  

      She couldn't even hold his hand!

  

      Agatha Frost, on the other hand, was able to give Eric Brown three children!

  

      She has to do something.

  

      In the evening, when Agatha Frost was sorting out her research equipment, she felt a gaze staring at her.

  

      Thanks to Eric Brown's pursuit, she's very sensitive to this kind of look. Sense.

  

      The culprit was in sight, and Agatha Frost didn't want to do nothing.

  

      What's more, Jacqueline Holland is in the office across from her.

  

      She didn't believe that Jacqueline Holland wouldn't come with Eric Brown.

  

      A white coat was worn by Agatha Frost out of the taste of the runway show, and the lachrymal mole at the end of the eye will subdue the lure. Confusion has been brought into full play.

  

      She walked up to Eric Brown, leaning forward slightly, exhaling like an orchid:

  

      “Mr. Brown, aren't you afraid your nanny will be jealous?

  

      Eric Brown raised an eyebrow: "Do you have the capital to make her jealous?"

  

      The collar of his shirt was unbuttoned, and everything from his Adam's apple to his slightly exposed collarbone was transparent. Feel undisciplined.

  

      Have you, Mr. Brown has the final say. Agatha Frost said and ran her index finger across Eric Brown's chest.

  

      She drew a circle around his chest, then slowly followed the muscle texture:

  

      “Mr. Brown, do you want me to feel your pulse?

  

      Eric Brown hates to be touched by strangers. His pupils tighten and he wants to throw the woman in front of him.

  

      However, just as he was about to do it.

  

      An electric current shot up from the skin they touched, following the path of Agatha Frost's fingers, and hit him straight in the lower abdomen.

  

      Eric Brown's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his pupils suddenly darkened.

  

      This woman, unexpectedly lets him have that aspect desire. Wang!

  

      And his body went wrong six years ago.

  

      I don't know if I was disgusted by that ugly woman and had a psychological shadow.

  

      Since that time, he has no interest in women!

  

      See a woman, but also feel instinctively repelled!

  

      Eric Brown snaps Agatha Frost around the waist and pushes her against him.

  

      The distance between the two men suddenly returned to zero.

  

      Agatha Frost's white coat was pulled back, and Eric Brown saw a mole on her shoulder in the strapless dress she was wearing.

  

      "Thorn-" The white coat was torn open by Eric Brown.

  

      The mole was suddenly clear in the light, just like the position of the ugly woman at the beginning!

Eric Brown lowers his head sharply and bites Agatha Frost's shoulder.
  
      "You-" Agatha Frost struggled.
  
      Eric Brown, on the other hand, held her tightly, and his mouth was very hard.
  
      Moments later, he straightened up and slowly wiped a trace of crystal from the corners of his mouth.
  
      The tall figure covered Agatha Frost: "The mole is a little ugly. I'll bite it off for you."
  
      "Pervert!" Agatha Frost pushes Eric Brown, but he doesn't move.
  
      There is desire in the eyes. Looking and wild, he pinched her chin: "Next time, think about how to put out the fire, and then point."
  
      "So Mr. Brown needs a woman to put out the fire? Agatha Frost has seen Jacqueline Holland at the door.
  
      So she put her arm around Eric Brown's neck. "Not your nanny?"
  
      "To pry into my privacy?" Eric Brown's lips.. A flap is shaved across Agatha Frost's forehead.
  
      He found that she had penetrated into 

Chapter 7 Eric Brown has a son?