Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1096 How can a madman make any sense

Until the little girl thanked me and left, I came back to my senses and continued on with Dennis, but I

couldn't concentrate on how.

The two people who look exactly the same, it is indeed difficult to distinguish who is who, if it were me,

how many people around me can recognize it?

Thinking out of mind, a moment did not notice Dennis a few steps behind, walking out a large distance,

the afterglow glanced at the side of the position empty, which stopped, turned to look behind.

With the playful streets and tourists coming and going, Dennis stood out even if he was just dressed as

an ordinary knight with the absolute advantage of his height.

Even so, the street between us was quickly separated by foot traffic.

"Ninety-nine couples are about to perform their rituals on the main city stage. Those who wish to

observe the rituals should make preparations quickly."

People running around in the hustle and bustle were eager to get to their destinations, and they were

unaware of the shoulder rubbing, so I had to stand on tiptoe and hold myself tight to avoid being

squeezed away.

I had only seen the crowded state of the City P subway on the TV news before, and I thought that

people were just a little bit closer to each other, but now I know how great the force and collision is for a

thin person like me, who may be drowned in the sea of people at any time if I am not careful.

The moment his feet slackened, he finally didn't resist calling out, "Dennis!"

Just now also vowed to be inseparable, now people are almost squeezed out but no one is visible.

So the next second, a pair of large hands went through the crowd and rested on my waist.

I felt the hand lend a hand, and instantly Dennis's face came over, and their bodies pressed together,

and he looped his hands around my waist.

I didn't react for a moment, and my expression was stunned.

Dennis just opened his mouth unannounced, "I would recognize it."

He paused to take a breather before saying more seriously again, "No matter where you are, how

many identical Clara's there are, I will recognize you at a glance, Mrs. Fu, can't you give me a little

more confidence?"

I knew he had the ability to understand human nature, but still did not expect him to observe so

carefully, the slight mood swings were still captured. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Only the uneasiness in his heart has nothing to do with him, all come from the fear of unknown events,

do not know what to say, pursed his lips, did not answer.

Dennis sighed bitterly, pulled me into his arms for a comforting hug, and after releasing it, naturally took

my hand and moved in the direction of the crowd, "Go to the viewing first, and take you somewhere

later."

Soon, we arrived at the site of the salute.

Steps were set up on the stage, and the ninety-nine couples stood together without blocking the face of

any pair.

Warm light shines on the wedding dress, leaning forward a little bit of the audience face are infected

with this happy atmosphere.

Unlike the excitement and satisfaction that filled the entire brain at the time of their own wedding, the

feeling of being so happy that they were about to faint, this moment was more like being cured by the

blatant love on stage, silently applauding and blessing at the same time, the heart's anxiety was

temporarily suppressed.

After the newcomers retired, Dennis took me by the hand and left.

While walking aimlessly in the street, while speaking with me, "If you like, after this cultural city day by

day to hold a wedding."

Knowing that he was using this to distract me, I laughed and teased, "How come you don't host one for

me every day, it costs too much?"

Dennis converged his eyes and imperceptibly curled the corners of his mouth, "I am indifferent, afraid

that you can not eat."

"Underestimate me?" Bowing his head and following him, he muttered in a small voice to himself, "It's

not like you have to put in any effort to be a bride, you can sit in a sedan chair after a few steps ......"

Dennis still laughs, but this time without a word, feeling strange where.

Not long after moving away from the crowd, I found that Dennis was leading me in the direction of out

of town and was almost at the city gates.

"Going back?" Well at least it was the wedding night, still selfishly wanting two to stay.

It's been a long time since I've felt this way, wanting to spend a long time alone with Dennis, clinging to

him, and doing nothing is wonderful.

I think it's probably because the lull between us is safely over.

"Not yet." Dennis responded indifferently and led me to the entrance of the city, in the direction of the

parking lot.

Soon, found the black commercial vehicle Toby had driven before, pulled open the door and helped me

sit in it.

There was no one in the car but a laptop. Once Dennis sat down, he picked up the computer and put it

on his lap and started operating it.

Soon, a group of photos appeared on the screen, Dennis a point open large, while I looked at the

pupils dilated.

The person in the photo is no other than "me" and a different man in a fancy club, but obviously, the

woman is not me.

With the last one, I was able to see the incomplete photo I saw in the woman's purse last time.

The man who only showed half his face, finally unraveled the mystery, but nothing to be surprised.

It's Benjamin.

This man is the best at raising the best, one shot to abolish the entire the Vance family, if he is behind

everything, then things seem reasonable.

"Relieved to know who's behind this?" Dennis asked, his eyebrows all relaxed and soothing, seemingly

unstressed by Benjamin's persecution.

"A little bit." Exhaled deeply and looked at the photos on the computer for the hundredth time, "Why

bother, Benjamin hates the Vance family and wants to be free, and now that he's achieved his goal,

he's biting at us."

Dennis laughed mockingly, "Crazy people don't make any sense."

"But this is very diabolical." The target was identified, the emotions instead had a vent, "We could have

lived our own lives in peace, how come he has to appear like a fly to harass us from time to time?"

Even if you don't want to believe, but I have to admit that there are so many people in life who can't see

others happy and stable, always looking for trouble without knowing what's good or bad.

Is it really necessary to fight until one side completely disappears from the world to end?

After the excitement, gradually calm down, turn to discuss with Dennis, "Should we take the initiative to

ask Benjamin to meet, to see what he really wants, money, power, reputation, status, apologies or, all

give him, just ask him to stop like a ghost haunting."

Dennis stroked me on the back, then looked wanderingly directly in front of himself and said, "He's not

aiming at anything."

The tone was calm, but I felt the heavy atmosphere in the words and couldn't help but frown, "Are you

saying that he is coming for the people, that he wants to destroy us?"

After saying that and denying his own speculation, "No, there is no need for that, there is no

irreconcilable conflict between us and Benjamin, we do not owe him anything."

There was only one light on in the carriage, and the faint light hit Dennis' face, and when he didn't

speak, it was impossible to even guess at the emotions of the moment in the dimly lit vision.

After a moment of silence, Dennis suddenly sat up straight, put the computer aside, took my hand and

spread it out, using his fingers to write and draw on his palm.

After stopping, he asked me, "Do you know what I wrote?"

Just now, I was only concerned about guessing Dennis's mind, I didn't notice the change in my hand,

and only vaguely remembered that it looked like a surname, so I said tentatively, "Kennedy?"

Dennis tugged at the corners of his mouth and narrowed his eyebrows slightly, "That's right."

After saying that, he hung his head again and continued to write another one.

This time I took it much more seriously and blurted out before he could finish writing, "George."

Dennis finished the last stroke before he looked up, his dark eyes were like dark pools as deep as the

bottom, "Wrong, it's Kennedy, both of them."

"Impossible." Even if the feeling in my hand is wrong, I have been staring and can't be wrong, "The

second one is clearly George!"