Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 989 You come to be my mother

As soon as they left, the whole room was quiet.

After waiting for a while, I felt that no one was outside, and only then I padded my feet and tiptoed out.

Just as I reached the door, I got a strange feeling and turned my face to find Jamie, the little boy I met

at the intersection that day, looking at me with a smile on his face.

He stood nicely, seemingly not at all surprised that I was here.

Just when I was feeling awkward, Jamie was the first to break the awkwardness, "Have you seen

everything?"

I froze, not responding for a moment, "What?"

"That woman just now." Jamie's tiny arms intertwined in front of her chest, posing in a sophisticated

way, "She's my daddy's fiancée, daddy doesn't like her, I don't like her, and she doesn't really like me, I

like you, you look like my mom, someone has to marry my dad and be my mom anyway, how about

you come and be my mom?"

The face is full of collagen, but the tone of a small adult, I was a little confused in the matter of "like"

and "dislike" and could not help but laugh.

Hands on the knees, bending the upper body to talk with him, "Children, adults are not allowed to

interfere in the affairs of children, oh, and, casually call a girl's mother, is very rude."

When I said this, I kept staring at Jamie's face in order to show my sincerity, but the more I looked, the

less courageous I became.

Such a beautiful little doll, called what can not be angry it.

It is really so cute and clean, fleshy little face, so want to pinch it.

Jamie sniffed and frowned, not quite seeming to understand, "Do you hate me?"

This harmless face, who can hate it?

I pursed my lips and said helplessly, "Auntie didn't mean that, I ......"

"That means you like it." Jamie didn't give me a chance to go on, pouted and said with a proud face,

"Don't worry, my dad is good looking and treats me well, he will treat you well, as long as you say yes, I

will set you up!"

I was amused by his serious look, "Little Ann, do you know what it means to set up?"

"What's so hard about that." Jamie raised his chin divinely, "Auntie taught me, more time for Daddy and

that woman to stay together is a set up so I can have younger siblings, I don't want that woman to give

me younger siblings, I want you to give me, so I'm going to set you up with Daddy."

I was so shocked that my eyes widened, the children nowadays are too precocious, this Jamie seems

to have inherited the high IQ of the richest man, and his logical reasoning ability is not ordinary.

But in the end, children are still too naive, and the messy point, actually found only one side of the

woman's head.

I took a deep breath to calm down, I walked up, rubbed gently on the top of his furry head, patiently

said, "Children, two people together is not that simple, even if I agreed, your father will not necessarily Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

like me ah, forced to set up, that is forced, is not right know?"

Speaking of which, I suddenly remembered what Dennis said the other day - you think your father I can

look at all kinds of women?

Well, not necessarily, but I'm definitely not Dennis' type.

Self-deprecating shrug, I said again, "Well, auntie still has an appointment, to go out and wait for it, you

be good and listen to your father, wait here for your uncle."

After that, I stood up straight and walked out, but a small hand suddenly pulled my little thumb, and

looked down, right into Jamie's black grape-like eyes.

"Don't wait, I'm the one who asked you out."

"You asked me out?" Of course I didn't believe it.

The Gibson family's maid was bribed to arrange for a car to pick them up and meet them at night to

avoid Hank, how could a five or six year old do such a thorough arrangement?

"Hmm." Jamie nodded his little head with an innocent look on his face, "Nine o'clock tonight, Kimdock

608, I wrote that."

Hearing him say that, I couldn't help but believe it.

The six-year-old child, a good handwriting, looking at his background is not too strange, but I am

curious, how he managed to direct so many people to work.

I turned around, squatted down, grabbed his two arms, tone of voice serious, "Children can not lie oh,

tell auntie, you do not know the person who asked me out?"

"Don't you believe me?" Jamie calmly finished, turned around and walked to the dining table, picked up

the microcomputer above, then sat down a series of operations, look extraordinarily focused, if not

seen with my own eyes, I really did not think, will see in such a small little face so mature expression.

Inexplicably infected by his seriousness, afraid of disturbing him, I quietly approached and observed his

operation from behind.

On the palm-sized screen, countless computer codes scrolled, and Jamie's fleshy little hands were

tapping away.

Before long, a huge English word "success" popped up.

This ......

The image of hacking a computer quickly flashed through his mind, shocked, "You hacked someone

else's computer?"

"No," Jamie explained in a milky voice, "I just made up a little program, disguised as Daddy, and sent

separate text messages to the family driver and Uncle Toby's men, telling them where and when to

meet you, so that they could find you out and make an appointment here, and they didn't dare disobey

daddy, so of course they arranged it."

I see, this child is smart, know the trick to fake the holy decree.

But it still amazes me a little that you can play with programming software at such a young age.

Seemingly convinced, he picked up the Facebook computer on the table and looked at it, then looked

at Jamie and confirmed again, "Is it really you?"

"Yeah!" Jamie nodded affirmatively, like he was afraid I wouldn't believe him, stubbornly puffing up his

chest and assuming his little manly pose.

I was silent and laughed at his appearance.

I thought I could get some memories back tonight, but I didn't expect to make a mess, so I was happy

for nothing.

What can be done, the child's whim is just, can not be counted with him.

He sighed helplessly, put the microcomputer back to the desktop, pretending to be angry to admonish

Jamie, "You are very smart, but, in the future, the matter of meeting strangers, can not be hidden from

your daddy know, you are the richest child, in case someone finds out, it will be very dangerous do you

know?"

Jamie blinked her watery eyes, not sure if she understood.

I am a little discouraged, no mind to discipline children for others, "Well, auntie you see, I also refused

you, this meeting is over, too late, auntie first go back, bye ~"

When I was ready to leave, Jamie's little hand grabbed me again and she cried out in aggravation,

"What do you have to do to be Jamie's mom?"

For some reason, his own obviously childless, hearing his voice with a cry, but subconsciously soft

heart.

Just as I was about to open my mouth, a stern voice rang out from the doorway, "Nonsense."