Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1131 - Hometown, Hometown, Destiny

Dennis' deep eyes glanced at me and immediately understood, his face eased a bit before he spoke

again, "I'm not asking how you're going to make amends, but what are you going to do after being set

up?"

Does this mean that Clarie is going to fight back?

Clarie apparently also comprehended the meaning of this layer, but some difficulties, swallowed, and

Gu is saying, "naturally can not bye eat this dumb loss, warn the people underneath, and black people

to draw a line, prohibit each other to enter and exit the clubhouse, should be able to play some role

......"

Dennis took a deep breath, slowly lowered his eyes, and asked rhetorically, "Who taught you that when

you are beaten for no reason, you don't take into account the fault of the person who beat you, but

instead restrain yourself and just tolerate it?" Leo?

This obviously does not make sense, according to Leo's nature, was pitted, not to say a hundred times,

at least ten times back, to repay the grievance with virtue? Dream on.

"No." Clarie frowned and lowered her eyes, avoiding Dennis' harsh gaze, as if she had concerns.

This naturally eluded Dennis' eyes, "What are you worried about?"

Clarie was silent for a moment before she looked up again, not directly answering Dennis' question, but

looking at me worriedly.

I subconsciously adjusted my sitting position and lifted my hair back from my ears, "Why are you

looking at me like that, do I have something dirty on my face?"

Dennis showed a hint of shrewdness in his eyes, and seemed to sense that something was wrong, and

asked to the point, "You don't dare to retaliate back because of mommy?"

Clarie then nodded slowly and took out a photo from the pocket of her coat and respectfully handed it

to Dennis.

Dennis took one look at it, threw the photo at me with a blank face, then folded his legs, his mouth

curled playfully, and asked, "What do you have in mind? Think I've betrayed your mommy and this

family?"

The photo is the same as the time Quinn and the others found their way to the house, Dennis and

Olivia, only this one is a little more ambiguous.

The last time Clarie showed up, I hid the photo so that the kids wouldn't see it and think about it, but I

didn't expect it.

What comes cannot be stopped, the problem must be solved.

Clarie politely gave the answer, "I am a junior, I am not qualified to comment on your and mommy's

relationship issues."

The family, the man outside the family red flag is not uncommon, Clarie is also considered to grow up

in the rich generation, must have heard a lot of these things, probably in her view, Dennis and I love is

true, but he also hid the whole family in the gold house is also true.

In the end, it was Quinn who believed in their provocations.

But it's no wonder that Dennis has always been clean, except for one Olivia, who was a thorn in our

side at the beginning and is now being used by outsiders to make a story.

Clarie so smart, playing sloppy eyes is also futile, so I had to look at Dennis skimmed his mouth, raised

his eyebrows and said I can not do anything about it, their own mess, or to clean up their own!

He raised his eyebrows, slightly paved his eyes, signaling me to calm down a little before speaking

again unhurriedly, "I can tell you that the photo is real."

Hmm?

I couldn't help but stare round, this is not quite the same as imagined, Dennis should not be committed

to clear the relationship, directly admitted to what?

Do not want the image in the hearts of children?

Clarie's reaction was calm, listening silently, not picking up the conversation or expressing any opinion,

as if she just needed to accept it and didn't intend to put Dennis on moral trial for it.

Not pursuing it, in the end is not care, which proves that in her heart, Dennis and I mean the same

thing, just one more layer of blood relationship than outsiders, other than that, is not enough to touch

her emotions.

I really don't know whether to be happy or not.

The room fell into a dead silence for half a minute before Dennis' voice rang out again in a low tone,

"She is the sister of a deceased friend of mine, and I treat her as my own sister, but she has repeatedly

hurt your mother, touching the bottom line, and we have been cut off from each other."

Clarie still didn't say anything, but it was clear from her expression that the words had been taken in.

Dennis lifted his lips, his tone intriguing, "You don't believe me?"

Clarie finally shook her head, "I believe."

After a pause, he looked up at us again and added, "I'll make her pay for what happened today."

"Hmm." Dennis nodded slightly, then remembered something and said carelessly, "Ask your assistant

to adjust your schedule and accompany us to Newton Town tomorrow."

"Yes." Clarie blurted out, thought about it and felt wrong, some worry said, "But the clubhouse just had

such a big incident, and I was away for so long, will ......"

Dennis wiggled his index finger, "Their purpose has been achieved, there won't be any more big moves

for a while, so go ahead and arrange it."

"Got it, I'm on my way." Clarie finished, bent her upper body and closed the door and exited.

I waited for the footsteps to go away before I nudged Dennis' arm and asked, "What are we doing back

in Newton Town?"

Dennis, with a smile in his eyes, played sloppy, "What do you think?"

Newton Town, in addition to the hometown is the hometown, Clarie in Newton Town lived for a short

time, and at that time did not remember, is not much affection for things, then there is only one

possibility left.

Diana.

"It's time to go see her." Heart as if suddenly pressed a boulder, smothered, lowered his eyes and said

to himself, "And grandpa, Snowy they have not yet given grandpa incense."

The people left behind in that part of Newton Town are all important people in my life.

When I think of these, I feel that the power of life is too small, the more I want to desperately grasp

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When emotions come up, it's all written on your face.

Dennis fiercely reached out and swept me into his arms, his broad palms squeezing my shoulders

soothingly twice, "They'll only be happy if we're doing well."

Although I know he intends to enlighten, but still can not help the sensuality, pressed to his chest,

sighing, "If I can, I would like to go back to the old days, everyone is well, we love a little less, but they

are safe and healthy, not just in our life hurriedly skimmed, leaving a light stroke, the wind blows away."

Dennis sniffed deeply, his chest heaving violently, "Then it seems you can only blame me."

I got up from his arms, tilted my head to look at his Hu Qing hidden chin, "again said bastard words,

said well, Edgar caused everything, never mention again, you want to feel sorry for yourself again, take

everything on their heads?"

"That's not what I'm talking about." Dennis lost his smile, his big hand on the back of my head, pressing

me back against his chest, his warm palm rubbing my hair with a single stroke, "It's because I couldn't

love you less."

"But anything less would not be what it is today."

The heart suddenly calmed down, like a breeze blowing through, many waves were smoothed out.

Perhaps he is right, life, illness and death, the human condition, there is an established destiny, a slight

difference, perhaps we will not be as we are today, but still feel each other's temperature and heartbeat

peacefully.