Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1127 - How can you be so insensitive?

The orange one was not very conspicuous in the light night, but it was enough to make Snowy jump up

and down with joy.

"It'll look better when the lanterns are all up." The year is finally at the feet, counting the six or seven

years that have passed without crossing the New Year with Dennis.

The people are still there, the children are around the knee, is not the ordinary happiness is just like

that.

It took a long time to realize that I was lost in thought over a lantern, but I really hope that the first light

of the winter can follow the wishes of the people.

Snowy ran back excitedly, envisioning the shocking scene of the lanterns lighting up the whole villa

when the night was deeper, "Mommy, hurry up, Snowy wants to finish the other lanterns and hang them

up too! It's so beautiful!"

Helplessly smiled and lifted her feet to follow, a scene like that, with her efficiency, she only saw it in

her dreams today.

But in fact, when we returned to the living room, the bed sofa has been lying on top of several already

done walking lamps, even Clarie almost done one.

Then look at Jamie and Jeffery, as if they are still relaxed, and seem to have nothing to do with them.

"These two little guys ......" both want to satisfy Snowy's competitive spirit, but also refuse to actually

admit defeat, the bones of a more arrogant than one.

Snowy, however, had no concern for these, and plunged directly into the pile of lantern parts, with a

small frown, a serious preparation to start making the next one.

"Honey," Dennis called out from the dining room at this point, "dinner is served."

"Hmm." I responded and turned my head to call a few little ones, "Kids ~ go wash your hands and get

ready for dinner, and continue after you eat."

"Wait a little longer mommy, Snowy is not hungry yet, eat when it's done!"

She was so focused on doing it alone that Jamie and Jeffery had put down the parts they were holding

and stood up to wait.

"Snowy, no fooling around oh, Daddy and brothers are hungry, are you letting them wait for you alone

with a hungry stomach?" I pretended to be angry and deliberately swindled her,"

Then if you're not hungry, the dessert stew that Daddy made especially for you will be divided between

the two brothers!"

As soon as he heard this, the little one's ears twitched and the next second he immediately ran to the

bathroom, "I'll go wash my hands! I'm the fastest!"

The scoundrel's look screams laughter.

Dennis suddenly came forward and pulled me to the table first and sat down, then opened the stew pot

in front of him and a wave of heat rose up to meet him.

"What is this?" I asked.

"Dessert stew, didn't you guess?" Dennis chuckled for hooking the corners of his mouth.

"I was coaxing Snowy, which know you really did," looked down at the stew pot, smacked his lips, not

much appetite, so he put the lid on, "or leave it to Snowy, just had afternoon tea with Folly outside, not

hungry now, just eat some salad with you. "

Dennis raised an eyebrow and didn't say anything.

Dennis is not a big eater, and the kids were so preoccupied with putting together the lantern that the

meal was over in less than half an hour.

After dinner was over, several children continued to occupy the living room, with Dennis tagging along

to help out. Clarie and I were a little tired and sat down for a while, then went upstairs to take a shower.

Out of the bathroom, a vague smell of sweet smell, follow the smell into the bedroom, you see the

dresser on the familiar stew pot.

Dennis came out of the checkroom in his pajamas, sat straight down in the chair, spread his legs apart,

and then patted the spot on his right thigh, gesturing for me to go over and sit down, "Come." This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

He is getting more and more fancy now.

Pursed lips smiled, lifting the water-controlled towel on his head, went around to him, which sat down,

"What's wrong, want to help me put on a mask?"

Dennis smiled without saying anything, reached out and picked up the stew pot on the table and

opened the lid, used a spoon to scoop a mouthful to his own, took a sip and felt it was not hot before he

handed it to me again, his tone was so gentle that he could pinch out water, "It's not hot, open your

mouth."

I looked at him and dutifully drank all the rest from the spoon, and a warmth surged in my stomach,

"Mmm~ good!"

The business is like a fish in water, cooking is also just right, said dessert, but not too greasy, very

special taste.

Dennis then smiled with satisfaction and took my hand to hold the stew pot, "Drink it yourself."

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Dennis picked up the hair dryer again, one hand lifted his long wet hair, one hand carefully controlling

the temperature and direction of the wind, looking in the mirror with concentration and enjoyment.

The remaining two sips, really can not drink, put down the stew pot, glanced from the mirror, found

Dennis smiling, sweet, demented smile.

God is really partial to this man, even this look, but also do not see the slightest foolishness, but called

people worried about putting him out, but also can charm how many women.

There was such a hint of defiance, secretly fighting in his heart, so he violently put the stew pot on the

table, narrowed his eyes, stared at Dennis's face in the mirror, and slyly checked, "What are you

laughing at?"

After the last wedding, I've gotten to know the full extent of Dennis today.

Now women, power, expanding business territory, in his eyes are irrelevant, cozy wife and children is

the first priority.

Today you can secretly plan a wedding, tomorrow and do a competent home cook, may be when the

mind again, think of what strange and bizarre ideas into action, if not a little psychological preparation,

but also really to be surprised.

Dennis sniffed and looked in the mirror, the corners of his mouth turned up and he frowned, "Did I

smile?"

"Look at you!" I pointed to the corner of his lips in the mirror, "Can't even hide it! Come on, what is it

that you're hiding from me?!"

"Oh ......" Dennis laughed twice and spread his hands helplessly, "No really."

Said here and paused for a moment, put the hair dryer to the side, unarmed for me to organize half-dry

hair, "I did not even find myself smiling, is to look at you happy just, may be now peaceful and happy,

less hooked up with the calculations, are not going to hide emotions."

"Really?" I raised one eyebrow and deliberately made things difficult for him, "Are you trying to make

me happy? People say that the seven-year itch is the time to look at each other, we've been together

for so many years, are you sure that you're not feeling bored of looking at me?"

Dennis did not speak, and turned on the hair dryer, this time the temperature is lower, the cold wind

from the collar into the clothes, so cold I shivered, turned his head and glanced at him, unreasonable,

"You have a personal vendetta!"

Dennis moved and frowned helplessly, "Mrs. George, is it business for me to blow-dry your hair, or is it

business for us to talk as a couple? There is no difference between public and private, how can there

be a personal vendetta?"

That seems to make sense.

Nope, who wants to reason with him!

"I don't care!" Stubbornly raising her chin, she retorted defiantly, "You're just bullying me!"

The words fell, the furrow between Dennis's eyebrows deepened a little, squeezed into a Chuan

character when he raised his hand violently, cupped my chin, without warning in my face a hard kiss.

"Umm-!"

"What are you doing?!"

"You're not saying I'm bullying you?" Dennis's tightly furrowed brow stretched out, a dead pig not afraid

of boiling water look, "to meet the wife's requirements, obligatory, do you need other services? Hmm?"

"You--"

"Drip drip drip ......"

I was about to settle the score with Dennis when my phone rang.

When I picked it up, I saw that it was Folly's note, so I picked it up.

"What's wrong Folly?"

When talking on the phone, Dennis suddenly became restless, the whole face buried in my neck, as if it

were, exhaling hot air from the neck to the ear, tickling.

"Miss Kennedy? Your friend is drunk and I see that you are the person she contacted recently, is it

convenient to come and pick her up?"

"Huh?" I froze for a moment, then nodded and jumped off Dennis violently, "Got it, please send me the

address by text message, thanks."

Hanging up the phone, he headed for the checkroom, while walking, he explained to Dennis, "Folly is

drunk at the bar, I'll go over and check it out."

Dennis did not answer the question, and pulled my hand violently, my whole weight is unstable, and fell

directly into his arms.

"Stop it." I struggled to get up, "Folly's waiting at the bar!"

"I can't believe someone would care." Dennis changed positions, hugged me and headed for the bed.

"The calls are coming to me, who else cares? Dennis, do as you're told, it's late and Folly is not safe to

be alone."

Dennis completely ignored my words, put me on the bed, then the whole person pressed up, two thick

eyebrows depressed squeezed to the brow, "are over the people, why so uncomfortable?"

"What do you mean?" What does going to pick up a friend when he's drunk have to do with unraveling?

Dennis sighed long and hard and fell on his side on the bed, "The bar didn't close that early, call back

after twenty minutes, no one picked up and went again, not bad for twenty minutes."

Although I don't know what Dennis is up to, I can't resist him, so I have to compromise.

The torturous pinch watch waited for twenty minutes, I hurriedly pressed the callback button, the phone

was quickly connected, and before I could speak, a familiar male voice came from the other side.

"Clara I guess, it's Larry, Folly is with me, you don't have to worry about it, go to bed early, good night."