Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 818 Life is the ups and downs 6

I pursed my lips and nodded with a smile.

Maybe that's how I really feel. I'm happy from the bottom of my heart to be pregnant again.

"That's great, the two of you, finally, are going to make it right, with a child, this family even completely

stable, I do not have to worry about you so much in the future." Folly breathed a sigh of relief, as if she

had lifted a boulder from her heart. Suddenly she remembered something and reached out to pat Zack

on his long, slender legs, "Dennis is so busy with business, why don't we accompany Clara to the

hospital these days?"

I was about to refuse, but Zack opened his mouth first and said with some hesitation, "There was no

problem, but the economics scholars at City P will have an exchange program, and I'll have to report

every day starting tomorrow."

Folly was a little upset and teased in a grim way, "Why didn't I hear you mention it before?"

"The notice came yesterday," Zack said, "at PD Area for a month, and I was thinking about it, but I just

saw how hard Mr. George was working, so I followed suit, and the response came in on time on my

phone." novelbin

Folly does not like these, the face is a little ugly, "you this year on these two months of vacation, and

now have to be divided into a month to go out to study exchange, what, forget that you have a wife and

children?"

"Oh ......" Zack leaned over ingratiatingly, reached out and wrapped his arms around her shoulders,

compensating for the caution, "I signed up for you too, let's go together, the child let my parents take,

so you don't have to exploit the time with you."

"Better forget it," Folly dodged him and moved to the side, "I don't want to go to some exchange on

Christmas Eve to sharpen my mind and body, you enjoy it alone, I'll accompany Clara to the hospital by

myself."

"Huh ......" Zack looked at her, his eyes gentle and doting, very patient.

Folly said she would not stay with Zack, but soon found an excuse to go home and enjoy the last

chance to spend time together.

I went back upstairs to catch up on some sleep because I got up early in the morning.

It was seven o'clock when I woke up.

Clarie was playing with Lego in the living room, and when I came downstairs she jumped over to me,

"Mommy's been sleeping for a long time, Mommy's a big lazy pig!"

"Oh... Mommy is the big lazy pig, so Clarie is the little lazy pig!" I picked her up and teased her as I

walked towards the dining room, "Nanny, hasn't Dennis been back?"

Nanny came out of the kitchen, reached out and wiped a hand on her apron and said, "No, Mr. George

you call and ask, the meal is ready, it will be ready when you get back."

"Okay I got it."

Putting Clarie down to continue playing, I dialed Dennis' number.

He picked up quickly, "What's up?"

"Are you almost home?" I asked.

"I'm still at the office, I probably won't be able to make it back in time to eat with you guys for dinner, so

don't wait for me." Dennis said.

"Is it still not done on the GW side?"

"The other side let a step, but not yet the bottom line of my heart, now busy is not this, tomorrow to

resume work, many projects piled on top of each other, today have to deal with a part, or tomorrow will

not be able to take time to accompany you to the hospital."

I considered Dennis back to the company will be very busy, but did not expect is the degree of anxiety,

some intolerant, "Folly said you can accompany me, you do not need to appear every day, the

company is on the rise, can not leave you, do not push yourself too much."

"I have the measure, you just get well, I'll think about the rest. Remember, eat before you take your

medicine, and don't take any more of the medicine Auntie Yara gave you."

He looked a little long-winded in this way, but I uncontrollably tugged at the corners of my mouth and

nodded into the phone, "Got it, you're busy."

When I finished, I hung up the phone and said to the kitchen, "Nanny, let's start dinner, Dennis won't be

back for dinner tonight."

Soon, Nanny brought the meal to the table.

Clarie had a good appetite, ate all the rice in her bowl, and tried to peel the shrimp herself, resulting in

both hands being covered with shrimp yolk.

After eating, I played with Clarie for a while before putting her to bed, but children get sleepy fast and

fall asleep quickly.

I looked at the time early, thinking that the George Group is not much work today, and the nearby take-

out is not much good, so I let Nanny heat up a few dishes and drive to the office to find Dennis.

Even in winter, the temperature difference between morning and evening in City P is very big. I wore a

thick tweed coat, but I was still shivering.

This time there is not much people, downstairs there is only a security guard, the boss has some

impression of me, exchanged pleasantries and let me in.

When I walked into the George Group, I felt a bit desolate looking at the office with only one row of

lamps on.

I remembered Dennis's office, carried my lunchbox and walked straight over to the door, but I heard the

woman's childish, delicate voice.

"Mr. George, you haven't eaten yet, right? There is a Japanese restaurant open across the street from

the company, why don't we go and have a couple of bites before coming back to continue working

overtime?"

The voice was familiar, I subconsciously craned my neck and saw the side of Wendy's face, which also

happened to be noticed by Dennis who looked up.

He was probably ready to respond to Wendy when he saw me coming and immediately got up and

came over, "What are you doing here? It's cooling down outside and you didn't say to wear more."

"Here to bring Mr. George his meal." I held up the gray boxed lunch set in my hand, the hot air still

wafting around my mouth as I spoke.

Dennis took a look at the lunch box, took it off and put it aside, took both my hands and rubbed them

together in his palms, and said half-jokingly, "Good work Mr. George."

I pouted at him and didn't answer.

Wendy now found the space to interject, and after respectfully calling me Mrs. George, she said to

Dennis, "I'm going out first Mr. George."

When she finished, she squeezed out of my side.

I watched her figure keep walking away, and to be honest, it was a bit lopsided.

Dennis followed my lead and stretched his neck to look, but he obviously couldn't catch the point,

"What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing, let's eat first." I let go of his hand and took the lunch box to the coffee table next to the

parlor and set it up.

Dennis is indeed hungry, not picky at all, in front of the white rice, to the four dishes rain, he ate very

slowly and civilized, the picture is very eye catching.

While he was eating, I got up and walked around the office. As I walked, I saw a file on my desk about

the GW Group and picked it up to read.

"Country M Investment Bank GW, founded in 1920, one of the top 100 investment banks in the world,

assets have not yet successfully completed accounting, book liquidity conservatively valued at over

100 billion ......"

I couldn't help but be a little shocked when I read this in a whisper, where did Dennis recruit this level of

plutocracy from?

"Dennis," I asked him, holding up the file in my hand, "are you sure it's not that GW is buying the

George Group, but that you're thinking about asking him to drop money on you?"