Mia: "..."
Maeve looked at her seriously, tilting her head and said, "Isn’t that right? Can it understand human language? We have to speak dog language."
"Haha," Mia pinched her cheek and smiled, "Let’s just speak human language, after a while it’ll understand. Chancellor is well-behaved. Let’s shake hands first."
"Huh?" Maeve was taken aback.
Mia held her hand and held Chancellor’s outstretched paw in her palm.
"Hehehe," Maeve wasn’t satisfied, she lunged over and hugged Chancellor’s thick furry neck.
Chancellor struggled a bit, turned its head, shook its body twice, and left with elegant steps.
"Don’t go!" Maeve quickly chased after.
Then—
Chancellor ran off.
Maeve was stunned and quickly started running after with her little legs.
One person and one dog, circling around in the hall.
Mia couldn’t help but laugh, looking at Maeve’s cheerful appearance, she finally felt relieved, changed her shoes, and went back to the room to put things away.
Koa Jackson ca for the first ti, naturally accompanying her inside.
Aurora Cooper had just returned to the country earlier that year, and the Cloudy Capital house was actually previously purchased by Bradley Cooper.
It wasn’t as large as the one Old Master Jackson had purchased.
But it wasn’t small either.
Mia’s bedroom was very large, with spacious walk-in closets, a small living room, and a bathroom, bathed in sunlight, with a balcony that afforded a view of the garden pond.
Koa Jackson glanced around but didn’t comnt.
The house was very warm, Mia changed in the walk-in closet and stepped out, only to find Koa Jackson standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window lost in thought.
She quietly walked over and shouted, "Dr. Jackson."
Koa Jackson turned his head, just about to speak when he paused upon seeing her.
Mia was wearing tight jeans and a large round-necked blue T-shirt, looking very relaxed and casual.
Koa Jackson was surprised by the fact that she was wearing a wig.
A head of chic short hair, it looked so real.
"Do I look prettier?" Mia asked, tilting her head.
"Hmm, no," Koa Jackson replied seriously, with thinly pressed lips.
Mia frowned, looked at him for a while, then pouted and pulled off the short wig, throwing it onto the bed, "Forget it, I won’t wear it."
"..." Koa Jackson was stunned, helplessly said, "A bit temperantal."
"Hmph," Mia bit her lip, looking at him gloomily, "You said it’s not pretty, so if it’s not pretty, why should I wear it?"
"I didn’t say it’s not pretty," Koa Jackson couldn’t help but smile, leisurely said, "I just said it didn’t make you prettier. Hmm, after all, no matter what, in my eyes, you’re always the prettiest."
He didn’t often speak sweet words, especially, Mia, who hadn’t really heard him speak such words before.
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