Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel Chapter 1013

Harold was speechless.

"Mr. Spencer changed my face?" He asked with uncertainty.

Stephanie laughed.

Harold walked in front of the mirror and looked at his face. It was indeed as Stephanie had said. His skin was very white, like the face of a newborn baby. There was a faint red color, and the blood vessels on his skin were visible. At the moment, his skin was covered with a layer of clear water droplets.

He gently wiped off the sweat.

The feeling of his fingertips reminded him of the big fire caused by the car accident that burned his skin.

Stephanie also came over to look at the mirror with him. "How is it? Is it very handsome?"

Harold shook his head.

Stephanie pointed at the mirror and smiled. "You're smiling."

Harold saw the man in the mirror smiling.

Stephanie pinched his face.

Harold stiffened.

"Your skin is better than mine. Try my skin."

As she spoke, she grabbed Harold's hand and placed it on her face, "Isn't that right? My skin is a little rougher than yours."

"Your skin is very tender and smooth," Harold said, retracting his hand.

Stephanie blushed inexplicably, she looked at Harold strangely, "Are you teasing me?"

Harold didn't say anything.

"Normally, men wouldn't say that," Stephanie said.

"Generally, women would not compare their skin with men," Harold said.

"Harold, you've learned bad things, haven't you?" Stephanie asked.

Harold was speechless.

"Good night." He walked out and closed the door.

"Good night." Stephanie waved at him.

Harold habitually sat on the bed and slept. At night, he had a strange dream and his hand felt slippery. When he opened his eyes, he saw Stephanie sitting on the side, holding his hand on her face. She even asked him with a smile, "Is it slippery?"

When Harold opened his mouth, he suddenly woke up and found that he was dreaming.

Mr. Spencer went out to work early in the morning. The peanuts and corn were almost ripe. Because the area of planting was large, he had to go out every day to check it out.

When Harold got up, he made breakfast for Stephanie and heated it in the pot. Then he also went down to the ground. When he came back at noon and showered, Stephanie came out of the room. She looked like she had just woken up.

"Morning." She closed her eyes and walked in the direction of the bathroom. Harold stood there washing clothes and was hit on the waist by her. Stephanie opened her eyes slightly and seemed to be unable to see what was in front of her. She reached out and touched it.

Stephanie bit her chopsticks and asked, "Grandpa, is the dish I cook very bad?"

"No, it's not bad at all. Why do you say that?" Spencer said against his conscience.

"Then why aren't you eating? You've been eating fish." Stephanie had a look of disbelief.

"I'm afraid the fish will break." Spencer took a sip of tea.

"There is a refrigerator." Stephanie looked at him.

"This fish won't taste good if we put it in the fridge and eat it." Spencer lowered his head and pretended to drink tea.

"OK. Harold, tell me the truth. Isn't my cooking very bad?" Stephanie asked as she looked at Harold, who had been eating silently.

"It's not that bad," Harold said.

Stephanie had a smile on her face as she heard Harold continue, "It's very bad."

Stephanie was speechless.

Spencer burst out laughing.

Harold also revealed a faint smile.

Stephanie was originally glaring at the two of them fiercely, but after a moment, she also laughed.

In the small courtyard, there was pleasant laughter, and the birds on the trees also chirped happily.