Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 985 - Even a good-looking face is still a scum

Reaching out against his chest, trying to make himself feel better, but the emotions are like the

overflowing blood of the collapse, how can not plug, the body gradually leaned forward.

The red light flashed and Hank fired up the engine, sensing that something was wrong with me, "Not

feeling well?"

I shook my head, not wanting to turn back to the hospital, "It's nothing."

He then started the car and crossed the intersection, and I immediately felt much more relaxed.

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When I glanced in the rearview mirror, the Lincoln had already turned in another direction, as if it would

never cross paths with my life again.

It is also, sitting in that kind of car, with the golden key out of the sound, raised from childhood, the

future is also the tip of the people, although memory loss, but one thing but feel very deeply, I am not

what rich and noble son of origin.

I remembered the man who was a sight to behold and subconsciously read his words in my mind.

--In your intellectual opinion, what kind of woman can your father see in me?

Do I look bad?

Most importantly, is that the attitude of a father talking to his own son?

The outward appearance is a high cold and deep look, the mouth is also unforgiving, I really do not

know which woman can stand this temper.

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but look at Hank sitting next to me.

If you do not know, a comparison, Hank is really considered a dream-like existence.

He is affectionate, gentle and modest.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Hank was probably a little uncomfortable with me looking at him.

I smiled lightly, "Nothing, just a feeling that you really are a good man."

Hank seemed to not expect to be complimented by me, his eyes slightly converging, "Right ......."

......

The car stopped in front of the villa with the name "Gu Residence".

"We're home." Hank turned off the engine and leaned over to unbuckle my seat belt.

I subconsciously shrank my neck, not quite used to such thoughtfulness, "I can do it myself."

Hank's face froze for a moment before he sat back down again, "Fine."

Every cell in my body was telling me that I was not comfortable with being close to this man, but

morality was warning that this was the lover who would never leave me.

I was afraid of being tangled in two thoughts exploded, with the fastest speed out of the car, back to

wait for Hank stood at the gate, a long breath of relief.

Half a month has passed, in addition to just woke up, unconsciously accepted the intimate touch of

Hank, after waking up, the body will subconsciously reject his closeness, more and more serious, to

just now, the heart is also resistant.

The subconscious mind does not lie and is more intuitive.

"What comes to mind?"

Hank's voice brought me back to reality.

I turned my face to find that he had come up to me and was standing side by side with me.

"No, it's still a blank sheet of paper." I shrugged my shoulders and deflated slightly helplessly.

"It's okay, let's take our time." Hank didn't think much of it and smiled as he guided me through the

door.

The villa is decorated in an old-fashioned foreign house style, from furniture to the house frame, almost

all made of mahogany, with a gramophone in the middle of the living room, giving the whole house

more of a sense of vicissitudes and age.

Hank led me up to one of the rooms on the second floor. The room was spacious, and once the

curtains were drawn, the sunlight was scattered all over the floor.

The warm air made my whole body comfortable, but I was guilty of looking at the luxurious king-size

bed.

Coming home means getting away from the sanitized water smell flooding the environment, but

inevitably the intimacy of the couple is always incompatible.

Hank seemed to have read my mind and spoke without a word, "I live next door, call me whenever you

need something, and when you get used to it, think about the rest."

The raised heart instantly put down, can not help but to such a thoughtful man more than a trace of

good feeling.

"Good." I laughed.

Hank faintly raised the corner of his mouth, walked to the locker, casually took a remote control device,

pointed to the two models of LCD TV, "This still impressed?"

I was a little embarrassed, "Not just TV ......"

Memory loss is not dementia, basic common sense is still there.

Hank laughed good-naturedly, "teasing, you don't seem to have gone completely stupid."

He said he pressed the TV switch and was bored to turn the program.

Stop at financial reports without thinking.

"A few days ago, Dennis ......, president of the George Group,"

Hank's finger hovered over the "next" button and didn't drop it, turning his face to look at me with a

surprised look on his face.

The host is enthusiastically recounting the scene of Dennis attending a charity auction. The man is

wearing a straight black striped suit, and his every move exudes an air of introspection and coolness,

like a born winner, even the arc of his eyebrows raised is confident.

Probably because it was rare to see me so focused, Hank patiently did not change the channel, calmly

lowered his eyes and said lightly, "I thought you would be more interested in the legal channel."

"Why?" I blurted out, and as if remembering something, I explained, "I've seen this man before, at that

intersection just now, and his car was parked next to us."

When I think of Dennis' ice-hardened eyes, I can't help but shiver, but I can't help but stare at the

picture on the TV.

As if the ten-second stop at the intersection was too brief, the show was divinely arranged to satisfy my

desire to see more.

He's not very photogenic yet, and the reporter who videotaped him was so bad that he didn't even

capture half of his handsomeness.

"Yeah well ......" Hank was a little distracted, "I wasn't paying attention."

As soon as the words were spoken, the camera shifted to the other business giants.

"His son and he are practically carved out of the same mold, both of them look great, only Dennis

seems to call him Jamie Vance, and it seems that he is not father and son ......" When I think of the little

gentleman who jumped out of the window, I am inexplicably cuter by his stubborn fleeing look, and I

purse my lips and smile.

Is Jamie Vance, I do not know which two words, said his father, but two surnames, strange.

"This time the dog is more attention to Dennis, it is said that the divorce, the court ruled, the son to him,

the daughter to the mother's side, but the two families have not made a clear statement." Hank spoke,

his eyes have been resting on me, as if in anticipation of something.

I was a bit baffled, just expressing an unusual bystander's opinion, "Is this person a big star, so many

people pay attention to such private matters?"

That good skin, although the grade is a little older, but should be very popular, and there is no lack of

the possibility of originating from the entertainment industry.

Hank lowered his eyes and said, "the George Group is the largest construction developer in the

country, a few years ago received an anonymous rich man's injection of capital, and is now the richest

man in the country, to this point monopolizing the industry like no one else."

"Then won't I miss the chance to take a photo with the richest man?" I said in surprise.

"Huh ......" Hank laughed lowly, as if my reaction was his source of pleasure, and then went on to speak

in general terms about Dennis, the George Group, and yes.

Surprisingly, I wasn't bored.

Of course, I listened to it all as if it were the Gibson Group, with no thoughts other than admiration for

this gifted business wizard.

When Hank said, I suddenly angle tricky emerged a question, "normal people will get married when the

children are small, convenient to cultivate feelings, Dennis and his fiancée rumored for so long gossip

has not yet received a license, you say it is not Dennis just play, not at all intend to be responsible,

right?"

Gossip is a woman's gift, how long she's been in the hospital, how long she's heard the gossip, and

how much she's learned about Dennis' love history.

The last marriage ended in divorce, met the current fiancée Susan, a career-oriented strong woman,

rich, face and body, but it is hanging people do not marry into the door.

On this point, no matter how good-looking face, is also a scum.