Billionaire’s Reborn Baby Chapter 735


    After the Mid-Autumn Festival came the National Day holiday.


    It was cool in the morning. Sitting in the garden, Emily was drawing. Candy was at her feet, pushing the


    ball with its nose and ying back and forth. The guards sat on the tree and chatted idly, each with an


    ice lolly in hands.


    Rex was washing his custom-made suit pants, the fourth one that Candy had peed on … He had


    already washed this pair of pants twenty-three times in total.


    There was also a dead ck leather sofa in the garden. Vincent was sitting on it, with one hand on his


    brow. He was reading a book. A momentter, he did not raise his head. He still maintained his posture


    and asked, “Have you done yet?”


    “Not yet.” Emily took up another brush and said to him, “Alright, you can move your mouth now.”


    Vincent smiled and turned to the next page.


    Emily felt that they had spent a lot recently, so she decided to draw a few portraits of Vincent and sell


    them in Ferne’s hotel. She woulde back to raise Vincent after selling them for a good price.


    Vincent didn’t argue and let Emily do whatever she wanted to. He only sat on the chair with a book.


    When it was almost noon, Emily finallypleted her masterpiece – in a colorful garden, a pure ck


    leather sofa was ced on the greenwn, and a man in a ck custom-made suit was sitting on the


    sofa, his long legs stretched leisurely, one arm leaning on the sofa, his fingers pressed against his


    eyebrows, his dark and deep eyes slightly hanging down, looking down at the book in his hand.


    His fingers were distinctly slender and beautiful, and the ring finger wore a ring, shining brightly under


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    “I don’t want to sell it. I like this one a lot.” Emily stood up and admired it for a while, then walked


    behind Vincent, crossed her arms around his neck, and gently bit the back of his neck.


    Vincent pulled her into his arms and sat down. He pinched her chin and looked at her teeth. “Which


    teeth bit me?”


    “Look for it yourself,” Emily said, baring her teeth at him challengingly.


    Vincent smiled as he lowered his head and took a small bite at the back of her neck.


    It didn’t hurt, but it made her numb. It was as if she had been hit by an electric current. Emily’s ears


    turned red. She raised her head and looked at the tree. Sure enough, she ran into the eyes of the


    guards with binocrs in their hands.


    Emily felt a bit embarrassed.


    “It’s almost noon. Let’s see who will cook today,” she said.


    Lunch was now a lottery system. Whoever got it would cook lunch. No matter how bad it was, everyone


    had to endure it. Emily was lucky enough to get it once. What she made was an overcooked stew, hard


    to tell what was in.


    The guards gave a high yet dishonest evaluation, “Although it doesn’t look good, it tastes not bad.”


    From then on, Emily’s stick in the lottery bucket was directly thrown into the trash bin – Emily still


    wondered why she hadn’t been selected recently.


    Rex, who had just finished washing his trousers, was unfortunately picked. The guards cheered and


    hugged, and some even hugged the dog and shouted, “Long live Candy!”


    There were mixed feelings on Rex’s face. Emily felt sympathetic. She held back herughter and


    patted Rex on the shoulder, then a group of people yielded the kitchen to him.


    There was now an intelligent racing system in the living room. As long as one wore his bracelet and ran


    at full speed on the sensor pad, he would be able topete with the people beside him.


    In addition to running, there were other events such as dancing and ying.


    Emily chose to practice freebat. After she got married, she understood the reason why Vincent


    said she had a bad constitution. It was so bad that she almost fainted every time after they had sex.


    She had to sleep until the afternoon of the next day and her legs could barely prod her up when she got


    out of the bed.


    Therefore, she was determined to exercise.


    The simted characters were artificial, but the feeling was real. Emily was having a good time. At


    least she didn’t need to use much strength. She just needed to make a few moves.


    Vincent was on the treadmill next to her. His leg had been injured before, and he had been sitting in a


    wheelchair for several months. His muscles had atrophied a little. Although he had taken medicine from


    the medical doctor to relieve himself, his muscles still needed to be trained. However, because of his


    leg illness, he could not exercise too much, so he must maintain a bnce.


    Recently, except on rainy days, he stopped walking with the help of a walking stick. asionally, he


    would walk on the treadmill or take a walk in the garden.


    A loud noise went out from the kitchen and the entire living room fell silent for a few seconds. When


    Emily turned around, she only saw guards lifting Rex, whose hair had been blown up.


    Emily was shocked.


    “What was it that exploded?” Emily looked at him. For the first time, she found that someone could


    cook and blow up the kitchen. This was not an exaggeration, but a statement of the truth.


    Rex wiped his dark face. “The wok…”


    The guards quickly opened the windows to get some air, some went into the kitchen to find the source


    of the explosion, and some went in with fire extinguishers to extinguish the fire.


    Emily quickly took a photo, and Rex raised his hand to cover his face. “Little … Mrs. Scavo! Don’t take


    it!”


    The miserable Rex stood there and covered his face with his hand.. Candy ran to the edge of his pants


    and raised his leg without hesitation to pee again.