Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1113 Moon Elder or Cuckold

"Shaw!"

Too late to react, everyone ran towards where she fell almost simultaneously.

The mind already foresees the scene that will soon be seen - a motionless carcass, the snake spreads

fishy red, staining the whole territory.

Fortunately, the first thing we saw was a giant inflatable air cushion, and Shaw as a newborn baby, the

whole body was held up wrapped, from our perspective, it is difficult to determine whether there is no

trauma, only vaguely visible due to the violent impact, she passed out.

Raised to the throat of the heart instantly put down, can finally calm down to take a breather.

Everywhere in the inpatient department, we see patients' families gathering in twos and threes,

whispering about the fall just now, indifferent or gossiping, not surprisingly.

Human mourning is not connected, does not involve itself, and rightly so after tea time talk.

And I just thought they were noisy and walked by noiselessly with my arms wrapped around them.

Experienced just now, can be completely understand Shaw's feelings, she had no choice but to die that

moment, I was willing to give up the bottom line to keep her.

Gotta figure out a compromise.

"Where did it go?"

Dennis's familiar voice sounded, and I realized I had just lost my concentration, calmly watching him

drape his jacket over me, his eyes vacantly following his every move.

Clothes, Jackets ...... Got it!

"Dennis," snapping at his arm, my eyes glowed, "I'm going to agree to Hank's terms!"

Dennis' thick eyebrows squeezed to his brow, his voice biting, "Say it again."

Knowing that he misunderstood my meaning, helplessly smiled, on tiptoe to hook his neck, the whole

person hanging on him, "I said, you this month when the old man will be!"

As soon as he heard the flattering tone, the haze at the corner of Dennis' mouth dispersed like cotton

candy and turned into a vague smile, "Sure it's a moonbat, not a cuckold?"

While saying that, he also retaliated by using a hard force on my waist, forcing my whole body to stick

with him and take advantage of it.

The tricky thing has a solution, I am also happy to entangle with him, mouth, deliberately sold a shut,

"You are so smart, guess yourself!"

"Fake marriage?" Dennis said calmly.

"Hmmm ...... Half right, guess again!" I said with a light laugh.

Dennis's hand suddenly loosened its strength and lifted to gather the broken hair in front of my

forehead, his tone patient and doting, "No matter what it is, you yourself must remember that you are

my Dennis's wife, and this, no one can change."

In front of the gentle, all the childishness and spur of the moment seems to have suddenly lost its

bottom.

"It won't change, not for a second." A well-behaved promise was made in return for the trust he gave.

Dennis raised his eyebrows slightly, and then led me back, recapping the specialist's consultation as he

went.

The disease caused by radiation is irreversible, the world's leading experts can not do anything about

it, the only thing you can do is common sense all kinds of expensive special drugs, and even then, can

barely live another month, and the patient will be very painful, can not rest and eat normally.

To sum up, the rest of the time, Hank would meet death in the midst of illness and extreme mental

anguish.

This is certainly a heavy blow to him and to us. If one knows that suffering lies ahead, does death

become a kind of salvation?

Perhaps Shaw is precisely because we recognize this point earlier than, so will let go of the fight, with

life, in exchange for Hank to get what he wants, and leave this world with a smile.

Understandably, but not forgivably, I did not go to Shaw's hospital room, choosing instead to inform her

by text message, "The wedding will take place soon, provided you are alive to witness it."

Needless to say who and what it was, she had a good idea.

I thought that Hank's condition would slowly improve if he was willing to eat, but I didn't expect his

condition to take a turn for the worse throughout the day, and he was almost issued a critical illness

notice.

The hopes that had just been raised were once again dashed, and I could only hope that the wedding

would be prepared as soon as possible and that the joy would dispel the sickness.

The hospital left at 9:00 pm, because Hank had suicidal tendencies, and specially inserted a shift of

people to inspect, which was relieved and Dennis went home.

The car drove into the estate, far from home to see two strange supercar parked in front of the house,

cool and stylish, black and red collision with very aggressive, a little farther and a business car, not the

George family license plate.

Leo is the only one in the family who likes to play with cars, but he has always been very measured,

will not lead the car friends to the house, it seems to be a group of unexpected visitors.

"Hahahaha, Leo is really funny, we get along, why don't you join too and make big money together?"

"Good idea, money for everyone!"

"Leo, what do you mean, give me a word?"

People are still at the door, you can hear a group of foreigners inside roughly soaring foreign language,

noisy people panic.

When I entered the door, I almost didn't get a shock.

A group of tall, black men in suits and ties stood next to the couch in the living room, a somewhat

spectacular scene.

Upstairs, the bold Snowy was lying by the stair railing, peeking quietly through the gap in the fence,

meeting my eyes, and making a mischievous face.

I immediately returned a warning look, signaling her to behave and go to her room, only to get the

attention of the black man.

"Oh, Miss Kennedy, you're back!"

The ghostly feeling that this "Miss Kennedy" is called me, turn your face, on a pleasing coal face.

Black people have always been tall, this guy wearing a flowery shirt and tie, neck hanging exaggerated

gold chains, than Dennis is also half a head, the sense of oppression, scared me unconsciously back

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Before he could hug me, a hand reached out from the side and braced itself against his chest, stopping

him from getting even closer.

The next second, Dennis stepped in front of him, completely separating me from the black man.

His cold face, not angry aura but a natural, said nothing, and as if everything is written on the face.

In the natural world, males are always able to identify a few dangers in the area in the shortest time.

The black man obviously knew how good Dennis was and didn't lend a hand because of his overly

arrogant attitude, keeping his posture to hug, shrugging his shoulders and taking two steps back.

"Come on, Dennis, we're partners, don't get so fired up." The black man smiled and put his hand down,

and extended another hand as a gentleman, introducing himself, "It's me, Lucas, we should have met

long ago."

Dennis lowered his eyes and swept the black hand, his thin lips parted lightly, "Doesn't ring a bell."

From the beginning, there was no intention to shake hands.

Lucas ruthless black hand hanging in mid-air for a long time, and finally just had to awkwardly put back,

the expression on his face finally a little stiff.

Dennis, however, simply ignored the other man's reaction and turned back to escort me toward the

couch, asking Leo as he walked, "What's going on?"

Leo took a deep breath, stood up and pointed one hand to the side, "Lucas, Quinn."

Only then did we notice that the leadership, in addition to the strong Lucas, there was also a short

black man sitting on the sofa, because of his thin body and his back was blocked by a few black men,

so he was not noticed for a while.

He would be Quinn.

After a pause, Leo added, "two leaders of Skully, the most powerful gangster in Country M."

God bless, Skully - a gang that even the Country M government is helpless to do anything about,

burning and looting and doing nothing wrong.