Hello, Mr. Brent

Chapter 194

Emily didn't even get a call from her mother on her birthday. I don't know if I forgot or didn't have time.

But it didn't matter to Emily. As long as he was with Franklin, the others didn't matter.

The two of them spent almost a night in a frenzy, not knowing how many times, but in the end, Emily

was knocked out.

The next day, when she woke up, she turned around and looked around. Franklin wasn't there.

Emily went to take a shower, put on her clothes and went downstairs.

As soon as he got downstairs, he smelled something in the kitchen. He couldn't tell what it was. It's a

little fragrant and a little sticky. It's weird anyway.

"What are you doing?" Emily walked to the kitchen door and was surprised to see Franklin working

inside.

Franklin turned around, wearing an apron. However, it was not against him to wear it, but it was more

of a warm man's temperament.

However, his face was not very good. When he saw her coming down, his brows furrowed even more

and he whispered, "Why did you get up so quickly?"

"It's getting late. It's ten o' clock," Emily said.

"Wait a minute, I'll be right back," Franklin said.

Only then did Emily see that he was actually cooking, but he didn't look very good. It looked a little

strange, and I didn't know if I could eat those things.

And in the trash can next to him, there seemed to be a burning smell.

She walked in and saw that half a bucket of noodles had already been poured inside.

No, some of them can be called dark ground cakes. If it weren't for the fact that there were still some

noodle heads around, she would hardly have recognized them.

"Are you making me longevity noodles?" Emily understood instantly and asked with tears in her eyes.

Franklin finally finished the food in the pot, took a look at it, sighed and said, "Try it! If it doesn't taste

good, pour it. I'll make it again." Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

He had done it five times in the morning, and this was the only time it wasn't burnt.

With tears in her eyes, she took the chopsticks and took a bite.

To be honest, it was not good at all. It was the worst noodles she had ever tasted.

I don't know what Franklin added in it, but it tastes weird. Most importantly, the noodles were so badly

cooked that they almost turned into mush.

But Emily took a big bite and smiled at Franklin, "Yummy. This is the best noodles I've ever had."

She would cook herself a bowl of noodles before Abigail's car accident, but ever since her car accident,

she had lived with Anthony and never had a birthday. This day meant nothing to her. She waited until

she grew up and could cook her own noodles. For many years, no one had cooked her noodles once.

"Is it good?" Franklin looked doubtfully and took a sip with his chopsticks.

He had always been picky about eating, and the chef's exquisite skills could not please him, let alone

the kind of noodles he cooked.

So after taking a bite, he couldn't help but frown. He immediately put down his chopsticks and said,

"Stop eating and pour it out! I'll try again."

"No, it's so delicious. Why pour it out? I want to eat it all. It's so delicious," Emily said stubbornly.

As he spoke, he ate it in large mouthfuls, as if it were really delicious.

Franklin said anxiously, "It's obviously not good. Why should I be wronged? I'll make it again. Maybe it'll

be fine."

"This is great. Why waste it?" Emily retorted as he ate.

Seeing that she was almost finished, Franklin could not help but sigh, and his heart was moved. After

she finished eating, she hugged her and kissed her again.

But this time, they just kissed and did nothing.

The bowls on the table were gone, and the two of them hugged each other and sat on the sofa

watching a movie together. The movie was a movie that Emily found. It was a plot that he used to like

very much, but he had seen it many times. In fact, it was not interesting to watch it again. So on the

way to the movie, once they touched each other, they kissed uncontrollably.

Such a wet and soft kiss made their hearts flutter with unspeakable tenderness.

As she leaned on Franklin's shoulder, she could not help but think that the end of the world had come.

At noon, Franklin ordered someone to come over and deliver lunch. While eating, Emily smiled and

said, "It's not as good as your noodles."

Franklin hooked his lips, picked out the fish bones for her and put the fish in her bowl.

Emily smiled at him, wanting to blurt out the words "I love you."

It was the most meaningful birthday that Emily had ever had, even though neither of them had done

anything. He ate, slept, watched a movie, went out for a walk, and at night sat on the balcony and

looked at the stars with astronomical telescopes.

But for Emily, there was nothing more meaningful than this birthday, and there was no better longevity

noodles than Franklin's.

The next morning Jason came to pick them up, and Emily looked back at the villa with some

reluctance.

"Let's come again sometime!" Emily said.

Franklin nodded, patted her head lovingly and said, "You can come whenever you want. I'll accompany

you."

Emily laughed and clasped his hands together.

"Mr. Brent, do you want to go home first or to the company?" Jason asked after getting in the car.

Franklin said, "Go home! Take Miss Johnson home first."

"No, let's go to the company first. I want to go to the store too," Emily said immediately.

Franklin knew she was thinking for herself and didn't want to run twice. She smiled and told Jason to

go to the company first.

After two nights of tossing and turning, Emily was actually quite tired. She leaned on Franklin's

shoulder and closed her eyes.

Franklin was afraid that she would be cold, so he took a blanket and covered her with it.

But just as Emily was sleeping soundly, she suddenly felt the car shake and wake her up.

Emily woke up in a daze, rubbed his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

Franklin suddenly held her in his arms nervously and said in a low voice, "It's okay. Close your eyes."

Emily suddenly woke up. The car was shaking too hard. How could she close her eyes and sleep? She

didn't believe that Franklin was right. Looking ahead, he saw how nervous Jason was driving.

Looking back, there was a car chasing them all the time. And several times, it was so dangerous.

Emily was dumbfounded. The car was definitely intentional. What did he want?

It was a bit of an attempt to kill them when they drove over in such a hurry!