Chapter 2187 - 2195: You Know Best

Hey mom, are you online? Are you done with your work? — Little Protein Prince.

Finished, oh, your brother is blow-drying my hair, my hands are free, perfect for playing games. — Princess Egg-Yolk.

In the whole world, only you can treat him like the Chief Steward. — Little Protein Prince.

Jane Sampson burst out laughing, patting James Black’s arm, cheekily saying loudly to James Black, "Peter Gingery says you’re the Chief Steward."

"Am I or not, you know best." James Black sneered, "I’ll deal with him when we get back."

Jane Sampson seriously thought about it, nodded her head, "You are indeed!"

He packs her luggage, handles her three meals a day, manages what she wears, what she drinks, and even blow-dries her hair.

"Am I?" James Black’s voice raised slightly, "Jane Sampson, say again whether I am or not."

Jane Sampson froze, how does this tone seem a bit displeased.

Could it be that this question has a hidden answer?

A few seconds later.

Jane Sampson’s eyeballs swiftly turned, repeatedly shaking her head to remedy, "Of course, you’re not."

James Black is a true man.

Yes, at this point, he’s right, she knows best.

She truly knows him best!

Who told her about that aspect!

James Black finished blow-drying Jane Sampson’s hair, and Jane hadn’t finished a game yet. James Black didn’t rush her either and went to the bathroom himself.

When he emerged from the bathroom, Jane Sampson was still holding the phone fighting and killing.

"We’ll drive tomorrow," James Black lied beside her and spoke.

"Oh, oh, left side! Left side! Wet nurse! Wet nurse! Quickly nurse me!" Jane Sampson’s eyes did not shift, her mouth seemed to agree with James Black or maybe not.

James Black wasn’t angry though; Jane Sampson only has this hobby, which he can tolerate.

After finishing the game, putting down the mobile phone and flicking her wrist, James Black asked her again, "Changed to a different game?"

"Yeah, just now on a whim, I played an old game, my hands were rusty, wiped out in less than three minutes." Jane Sampson presented her wrist to James Black, "My hands are sore from playing, quickly rub them for me."

It truly is, the first time raw, second time inclined, by the third time proficient beyond belief.

She doesn’t even need James Black to speak, simply reaches out for service.

James Black glanced at her fair little hand, reached out and gave it a gentle yet firm rub.

"By the way, did you just say we are driving tomorrow morning? I’ll tell Brother James Carter about it." Jane Sampson said.

"I’ve already told him," James Black nodded, "Your script wraps up filming tonight, likely there’ll be lots of waiting journalists, probably more at the airport than high-speed train station."

"You’re right." Jane Sampson nodded repeatedly.

On Twitter, there are still a lot of fans commenting on Jane Sampson’s last wrap-up photo. It’s only been two or three hours, but the number of retweets has gone over 100,000.

Her fans’ activity level is increasing.

The next morning, Jane Sampson woke up without needing James Black to call her.

A biological clock only takes seven days to form.

For nine consecutive days waking up this early, Jane Sampson opened her eyes at this time point.

Only because they were driving themselves and didn’t need to hurry, Jane Sampson lingered in James Black’s arms and didn’t get up.

James Carter didn’t leave with Jane Sampson.

James Black drove a car taking Jane Sampson, while James Carter’s assistant drove James Carter’s own car taking James Carter away.