Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1103 You didn't pick up the person?

The encounter was so sudden that I forgot to ask Benjamin for a moment to confirm whether there was

a deal between him and Hank.

Hank's disease ...... He said it himself, my life is he took his life in exchange for, false is just, if it is true,

many concerns about the wait and see, will become an excuse for ingratitude.

After six years in a coma, Hank could have taken me away and possessed me forever after I met

Dennis, but he didn't.

It's possible that once Hank knew he was dying, he hesitated between keeping me and letting go, and

ultimately failed to stop it.

The most good people, the slightest hint of evil is enough to destroy it, to the evil, Hank is not, but the

heart of even a momentary flash of weakness, it is not so bad as to be unforgivable.

I was so focused on my thoughts that I didn't even notice when the car stopped.

Dennis leaned over and unbuckled my seat belt for me with a reassuring smile, "We're home, frown

again and you'll have to feel your daughter's suffocating hug."

Thinking of Snowy comforting people, the small body hugging the adult head of the little adult look,

involuntarily was amused, jokingly said, "choking I am also happy, you want Snowy hug her still not

happy!"

They said they each opened the car door and got out, waiting for Dennis to come around and naturally

hold each other before walking in together.

Leo had only seen Dennis cook when he was pretending to have amnesia, so when Dennis threatened

to make Snowy a dessert himself, he was ready to see the joke, circling around the kitchen like a bee,

going in every few minutes to watch for a while, not saying anything, just holding a look of no future,

watching Dennis and the flour and cream in his hands "Tsk" the prick.

Luckily, Dennis was in a good mood and didn't bother with him, so the afternoon went by without

incident.

Dennis's cake was ready to be put in the freezer, but the kids hadn't returned yet.

I thought of going out and waiting, but found that the pick-up car had already been parked in the

garage, and the driver was now sprinkling the garden with a shower, as if he had completely forgotten

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"Uncle Lin?" I called out.

"Yes, Mrs. George, what can I do for you?" Uncle Lin turned around and turned off the showerhead.

"Nothing, I'm back early today and remind you to remember to pick up some kids from school." I said

with a smile.

Uncle Lin is not young, people always forget things, tolerance is not a problem, just ask the children to

wait a little longer.

"What?" Uncle Lin froze for a moment and said with a bewildered expression, "Didn't you personally

pick up the young master and miss, not at home with you?"

"I picked it up?" A bad feeling rose up in my heart.

"What's going on?" Dennis had already showered and came to stand next to me in his pajamas,

snapping condescendingly.

Uncle Lin knew he had made trouble, hurriedly dropped the shower in his hand, came forward only to

coyly explain away, "Sir, Mrs. George, I always leave an hour early to pick up the young lady, but today

to school, happened to see you at the door, originally intended to pick you back together, but you said

to take the young lady to another place, sent me first came back ......"

He said here face has been anxiously red, and after a pause, and said tentatively, "Maybe Mrs. George

you forgot to pick up the young lady this matter? Maybe they are upstairs taking a nap at this moment,

yes, this must be the case, I will go upstairs immediately to find, Mrs. George Mr. you wait for me, the

young lady must be fine, you wait for me ......"

Lost three children how serious, normal people have a good idea, Uncle Lin said while running, his

voice was shaking, did not even hear me say "wait", and ran into the house on the second floor in a

flash.

Dennis and I sighed in unison. It was clear enough that Jannings had picked up the child under the

guise of my name.

Almost simultaneously, Dennis' and my cell phone rang.

He answered the phone, and after a few moments, said nothing and hung up again, with an expression

that didn't have to be much easier just now.

"Who's calling?" I asked.

"Benjamin," Dennis looked coldly out at the open space outside the house, "let's go over to dinner."

Sure enough, the wolves are in cahoots, one shows up, the other naturally has to come out and show

off.

With a deep sigh of relief, Dennis lifted his chin and pointed to my phone, "Such coincidental timing, it

can't be any harassing text messages."

Nodding as an afterthought, he hurriedly unlocked it and then saw the text message: Mom, at Uncle

Benjamin's house, come pick us up.

The signature is Jamie, but the number is not his usual, it should be altered with a computer program.

The tense nerves were instantly relieved, Jamie was so competitive, he knew to ask for help even after

being abducted.

The corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably at the thought of this, holding Dennis on his arm and

heading to the house, "Get dressed and go pick up our wonderful son!"

"The daughter doesn't have to pick it up?" Dennis expressed disbelief.

"Pick up ah, of course pick up." The smile on his face more and more sound, as if there has never been

such a moment of security burst, "pick up the son is not pick up the daughter, the same!"

Dennis laughed meaningfully and didn't break it down.

The mother's love for her children is naturally equal, but also allows for occasional favoritism, as long

as it is not always favorable to one side.

Knowing the existence of Jannings, for a long time, my uneasiness came from the fact that would be

replaced at some unknown moment, unaccountably, among the most worried, is Snowy and Jamie.

They are still young and their memories of people and things are so thin that once there is a more

blatant display of affection and nightly companionship, it is easy to transfer their love for their mother to

that person, as is the case with everything in the world, and my children are hardly an exception.

Jamie's text message is like a firework that dispels all the darkness in my heart that I don't know about.

He could have chosen to ask Dennis for help, but still sent the text message to my phone, intentional or

not, this is the recognition and certainty for me, enough to eliminate all my anxiety.

This is not the first time Benjamin's villa has been visited, but every time it is a different state of mind.

The maid led us into the living room, where Jannings in the side room was trying to build trust with

Snowy, holding the custom-made Napoleon cake from BlackAngle in the morning to feed her, though

Snowy was not very cooperative, standing next to Jamie holding the Barbie doll and fiddling restlessly

with the doll's arm.

The fleshy little face was aggrieved and helpless, but I couldn't help but praise "good boy" in my heart

and smiled with relief.

After watching for a while, Dennis' low voice came online, "Little Snowy."

When he heard his dad's voice, the little one instantly looked at the door with both eyes, made sure it

was Dennis, and ran over at a run, "Daddy!"

Jamie and Jeffery followed suit.

"Mommy." Jamie stood in front of me, head held high, eyes curved into crescent moons.

What a wonderful name, the heart seems to have cotton candy melting open, sweet and warm, rubbed

in his head, smiled and praised, "Jamie, good job."