Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1094 No need to learn to know

Dennis embraced me against the head of the bed and tossed and turned all afternoon, but no one was

sleeping.

The house was awfully quiet, fingers fiddling with the quilt covering Dennis' body, but thoughts had

drifted away.

Couples, the world's closest to the relationship, once the enthusiasm fades, the lucky ones look at each

other without words, more are looking at each other, love for life of the few, it is an honor, we are that

one in a million.

Six years of slumber and meet again, to Dennis, less a trace of righteous impulse, but today, all

dissipated, romance and ritual is always the magic technique to bring love back to life.

Who can resist the long and heartfelt confessions of a man who is so shy about words? It is no

exaggeration to say that at that moment I was even fully immersed in the age of twenty - the age when

I had the hardest crush on Dennis. The days of those grudges, now that I look back, are finally not so

bitter and painful that I can't face them.

"What's on your mind, madam?" Dennis's husky voice sounded low, and even the air in the room

became loving and delicate.

Changing to a more comfortable position, closer to his chest, "No, I was wondering when you sneaked

back to Newton Town without telling me, when you could have taken some of the kids with you to see

Grandpa."

Dennis smiled slightly, his broad palm unconsciously rubbed on my shoulder, "What do you think I'm

going to record a proposal video at the George Residence, grandpa he, should be relieved now."

After a pause, he said to himself again, "I am in debt to THE George family."

Edgar's selfishness and narrow-mindedness ruined all the George family, so many regrets, eventually

to remain in time forever.

No one can fight against time, the deceased has passed, the only way for the living is to take solace

and live well in the present, in order to live up to the good intentions of the past.

Knowing that he is sad, comforting up in the corner of his mouth sparrow pecked rice like a kiss,

smoothly hanging on his neck as a pendant pampering, "the George family because you have Jamie

so good late, grandpa if you know, will not blame you, you sure you want to say this on our wedding

night?"

The ghosts and gods of life and death taboo is not very concerned, just do not want his emotions have

been low, men and women are not very different in nature, encountering sadness, who can not be as a

spectator to pull themselves away.

Dennis laughed, lowered his face to my side and exhaled hot air deliberately, "Yes oh, almost forgot, a

moment of spring is worth a thousand gold, if you have rested enough, you should continue with your

business."

The other side of the heart really a tease on the soft, face mind crispy numb, took a lot of effort to

restrain to keep calm, from his arms to get up, aggressive change of topic, "I'm hungry, want to eat egg

fried rice, you go to me to do."

Dennis looked like he suspected he had heard wrong and smiled bitterly helplessly, "Mrs. George, at a

time like this, fried rice with eggs ...... It's too fatal to the scenery isn't it?"

Unconvinced like a ripped quilt will be their entire package, fixed only to find forget Dennis what not

wearing, shy hurriedly turned away, brutally unreasonable said, "I do not care, in any case can not eat,

I'm hungry, you also do not want to eat full!"

The quiet house suddenly resounded with a long sigh, followed by the sound of hip-hop dressing.

The corners of the mouth hooked upward, without having to look also know, to please the wife of

someone did not get an inch, "the wife of the biggest" principle or remembered in mind.

Just as he was snickering, he heard Dennis say indifferently, "Get dressed and take you to the night

market."

"No going." I crossed my arms to show my refusal, "I'm tired and you caused it, so you're responsible,

go buy it back alone!"

"Ninety-nine couples are getting married together, sure you don't want to see it?" Dennis moved

familiarly to put on the wedding dress of the big wedding, and in between talking did not forget to make

a faux squint to seduce me.

After three seconds of stony consideration, I unapologetically lifted the covers and got out of bed and

began to get dressed.

But again, the difficulty, the luggage before is Folly and two other girls to help me put on, this backlock

complex wedding dress, inside and outside several layers, I completely can not tell which one to take

first to the body.

Dennis saw me standing still, walked straight over, picked up the bedside tulle-like one, calmly put on

for me, slightly sideways, the armpit ties intertwined.

The movements are focused and meticulous, and the thick eyebrows are slightly arched, like two flared

falcons, waiting for the moment of thick and thin.

The light is not very clear, from my perspective but I can see well the expression on his face, faint, a

sense of security naturally emanates.

The world is so quiet at this moment.

"Dennis," I called out.

"Hmm." He responded, picked up another one and put it on for me, still in the same position as before,

lacing it up.

"Do you love me that much?" Delighted and with a hint of sweetness, it had been a long time since I

had asked such a question.

"Love." Turned into the word-shy president again, but before I pouted added a good-natured, "Like

breathing, you don't have to learn, you'll die if you don't breathe, and you don't love you."

Difficult to make strange intentions, but against the warmth of this man, the little sex are embarrassed

to make out again brightly, murmured, "But I am not good at all, easy to emotional, and love to make

fun of you, before today, I think I love and care most is the child ......"

The voice is getting lower and lower, losing its own breath.

I don't understand how I can be so double standard, forbidding Dennis to be sad, but I am sad in the

spring.

Dennis's movement paused for a moment, and instantly as if he hadn't heard, leaned down and picked

up the outermost layer of the dress, and said calmly while putting it on, "Because it's you, so those Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

don't matter, and as I said at the wedding, no one can compare with you."

He tucked in my collar, and his dark eyes met mine straight on, "Remember Mrs. George?"

The tip of my nose was sour, as if tears would fall down once I opened my mouth, so I could only nod

obediently, "Hmm."

Dennis curved his eyebrows in satisfaction, turned around and put on his outer robe, and found a mask

from nowhere to put on for me, "Tonight is the night of mystery, all vintage long dress lovers wear

masks, so that they are not easily recognized."

It is not unreasonable to consider, on the exaggerated level of today's wedding, once discovered,

inevitably be surrounded.

The reality, however, is that just as we entered the downtown area, we were recognized.

"This wedding dress, why does it look like the two sets that Dennis and Clara wore today?"

"You're wrong, the organizer said there are ninety-nine couples tonight, the wedding dresses are all the

same, so what's the difference?"

"There is no mistake, although the style is the same, but only Clara's wedding dress is inlaid with

diamonds, look, those two passed by the street light, clearly reflective!"

"Still! Mrs. George!--"

"Shhh! What's all the yelling!"

One of the gossips seemed to be about to make a scene, but was stopped by another person.

"Rich people are also ordinary people, people's couples specially bring masks out to shop, is not to

experience the life of ordinary small couples, the gentleman has the beauty of adults, we still pretend

not to know anything good."

"Well, you're right, but it's never too much to see the love life of the richest couple without tearing them

apart and secretly following them!"

Then there was a very bizarre scene.

Dennis and I were picking up and going, behind us slowly, slowly gathered a bunch of people tiptoeing

along, holding up their cell phones, silently shooting ......

"I thought you said you couldn't recognize it!"

"Fumble, fumble, just pretend they don't exist."

"......"

A street is almost blocked, how to be?