Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1109: If you can't watch it, leave

The effect of emotional venting is very good, Shaw cried, and no longer tense, the whole person is a lot

more relaxed, before returning to the hospital, also accepted our advice, in the nearest hotel took a hot

shower, put on new clothes, simply cleaned up a little, finally look less messy.

It happened to be feeding time, which Shaw had been doing before, and today she handed me the tray

of food directly.

The process of retaining life is a long-lasting legacy, without too many flashy reasons, it's enough to be

in tune with each other.

Shaw and I have long been on the same side in saving Hank's life.

Pushing the door open and entering, Hank sat on the edge of the bed with his back to me. Shaw said NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

he had been weak, which was a good sign.

"Wake up, eat something, the nanny made it especially well and brought it from home, it's all you love

to eat."

said, went to the end of the bed, raised the bed table, will be set out one by one, although all with the

thermos box, color and flavor is not missing, very appetizing.

Hank, however, sat motionless, seemingly uninterested.

I guess the action of getting up took most of his strength, and did not have the strength to turn around

again, so I went around and took the initiative to help.

Just as his hand touched it, he shook it off, his blood-starved face drooping, obviously still angry about

what happened earlier.

I sighed and stood up straight to look at him, patiently like I was talking to a three-year-old doll, "You

wouldn't be childish enough to use your body as leverage, would you?"

"Hmph," Hank laughed contemptuously, "you have a worse memory than I do. I was originally a man

who would do anything to get what he wanted, wasn't I?"

This blocked me speechless, so I had to change my mind and divert attention, "OK, let's say you want

to confront the end, but the body is the essence of the revolution, eat something to replenish nutrition,

your 'revolution' will not be able to last longer all the time?"

This offended him, and he jerked his head around and looked at me angrily, "You're confusing the

issue!"

When speaking, probably chest pain, the pain of his brow twitched hard, blinking time and restrained to

suppress, as if nothing had happened.

Of course it still didn't escape my eyes.

Like to prove himself, he clenched his fist and spoke again, "really if you eat, only then is the

compromise, I will go on like this, until I die of thirst and hunger, see no more, now you can go, no one

stop you."

Now there is absolutely nothing to do with him.

Hank is indeed right, either out of sight is out of mind, or, be prepared to look away and give in.

Patients are best at this kind of blackmail.

No one will give in, the stalemate continues to be meaningless, I can only choose to leave for the time

being.

"It's okay if you don't want to eat, I'll come back tomorrow, let me know what you want to eat Facebook,

it's too late, go to bed if you don't have an appetite."

After saying that, he walked out of the ward slowly in silence.

Shaw insisted on staying behind, so we had to watch Steve for her. A half-grown child who spends all

day in the hospital can easily get sick.

Before leaving, Dennis instructed the doctor again, depending on the situation to give Hank a little

nutritional supplements, through the infusion of fluids into the body, before taking Steve and I on the

road home.

By the time they arrived home the kids were asleep, leaving Clarie and Mario, the two of them in the

living room around a pile of papers, feverishly calculating something.

"Mom and Dad, you're back." Clarie heard the footsteps and immediately put down the tablet in her

hand and stood up in a good manner.

"Back." I smiled and responded, introducing them to each other in passing, "This is Steve, your Aunt

Shaw's kid, staying at our house on loan for a while, Steve, this is Clarie."

"Hello sister." Steve called out honestly.

"Hello." Clarie showed her usual good breeding, "Anything you need, you can call your sister know?"

"Thank you, sister."

After a night of tossing and turning, physically and mentally exhausted, changed shoes to the living

room, and sat down directly on the sofa, pounding his shoulders and neck with one hand, picking up

the documents on the table with the other and taking a cursory glance.

#Costing on integrated clubhouse projects ...... #

"So soon to calculate the cost, the location, the favors and all that, hit the mark?" The project of culture

city has only been finished less than a week, Clarie and Mario busy for such a long time, very should

recuperate well, manipulate too quickly, can not avoid exhausted body.

I support the child's motivation, but the conditions at home, but do not have to be so desperate.

Clarie smiled shyly, "Mom, in fact, before the project in Culture City, Mr. Alton and I had already started

working on the clubhouse, choosing the location, buying and selling the house, and decorating, all have

been finalized. "

Unexpected, but also in the expected, my sullen good daughter to do great things, the career of choice,

and will not only have a business idea and not put into action, after all, or I am a mother, too narrow-

minded.

Helplessly smiled, also embarrassed to point out again, get up and leave the place to them, "You have

the number, I will not say more, rest early, do not be too tired."

"Yes mom, I'll sleep later." Clarie agreed good-naturedly.

"Hmm." Nodding slightly, she turned around and led Steve upstairs, "Come on Steve, auntie will take

you to your room, do you dare to sleep by yourself? If you don't dare, leave the light on at night, okay?"

"I can." Steve doesn't say much, but he's very economical.

Glancing back up the stairs, Clarie and Mario were back to the way they were when we entered, hot

and bothered, as if it wasn't a calculation but a battlefield.

Or maybe that's the battlefield, Clarie's battlefield, where her sense of independence is too far ahead to

stop glowing anymore.

If Diana could see it, how relieved she would be.

When I lay in bed with the lights off, I naturally huddled into a ball and hid in his arms once Dennis got

under the covers.

"Hank said that unless I married him, I wouldn't cooperate with the treatment."

"The disease was caused by radiation, and when Edgar tried to use it on me, he and Benjamin hid it

from the world and replaced me."

He doesn't ask about the details of his time with Hank, which doesn't mean he doesn't want to know, or

maybe he just doesn't want to pressure me.

"Childish." Dennis spat in the darkness, clearly dissatisfied.

Hugging him a little tighter, I adjusted my position to be more comfortable, "I said the same thing about

him, but what can I do, the patient just can't be reasonable."

Dennis' big hand caressed my head and rubbed it gently, "Hank give you a hard time?"

"No," I said lightly, "the only one who can make me angry now is you, and as long as you are not angry

with me there will be peace in the world."

"Oh ......" Dennis suddenly was amused, drifting memories of the past, "then too childish, uncontrollable

bullying you, called you angry, sad, sometimes I can not understand myself, now the goal is much

clearer, as long as you laugh, do not want you to cry."

"Well," a long breath of relief, this kind of timing, it seems that there is not much touch of love words,

sleepy, just haphazardly respond, "how you are every day greasy mouth, are not like you ......"

Dazed and confused, I felt him come up to my ear before returning the words, "the second half of life is

too short, not to say two or three times a day, the first half of life owed to make up for it."

It was tickling and warm, and it was a good night's sleep.