Hello, Mr. Brent novel Chapter 153

Emily blushed at Franklin's words, and he was the only one who said the same thing. But her heart was still filled with sweetness, and she couldn't help but go over and kiss him on the lips.

How handsome he looks!

Emily sat on Franklin's lap and sighed as he touched his face.

Franklin seemed to have a mind reader and asked, "Do I look good?"

Emily nodded fiercely. Of course, it was beautiful. If it weren't for his face, she would have fought him to the death, so people were still visual creatures.

"What about Alan? Is it me or Alan?" Franklin asked again.

Emily was startled, and his heart thumped. Why did he mention Alan so nicely? She felt guilty about Alan.

"Of course you look good, that's for sure." Emily coaxed him with a smile.

As if to prove that he was telling the truth, Emily held his face and kissed him hard.

Franklin smiled and said, "But you think of him as me. In fact, many people have said that we look alike since we were young. But I never thought so. We are very different in nature, but I didn't expect you to be mistaken."

Emily thought to himself, you two are brothers, although not born from the same mother, but a father! And they drank each other's own mother's milk to grow up, not like it is strange.

Not to mention her, Mrs. Brent might have made a mistake even if he took a long look through the binoculars.

But she couldn't say it. She really didn't understand Franklin's attitude towards Alan.

Franklin had long known that Alan was up to something like this. He did not kill the root in advance and gave him the chance to set up his own family. Could it be that he was thinking of brotherhood?

"Don't admit your mistake again." Franklin taught her.

Emily immediately raised his hand and swore, "I promise, it won't happen again. You don't look alike at all. At first glance, you look a little alike, but he's not as mature, steady and charming as you are."

Emily complimented him with a smile.

Franklin's lips were curved, and he wore nothing but flattery. Even Franklin liked to listen to nice words.

But after a moment, he said quietly, "For his mother's sake, I won't care about this matter with him. Give him a chance to start his own business, and he won't be able to touch anything with the Brents in the future. Don't meet him again, even if you meet him, treat him as a stranger!"

Emily nodded fiercely, then cautiously probed, "Do you know about the two of you?"

Alan said he knew, but Emily didn't believe it at the time. Now that he said that, he also felt that he might really know.

Sure enough, Franklin nodded.

Emily sighed, feeling rather sad. Alan was really a tragedy.

However, his tragedy was not caused by Franklin. It could only be said that the previous generation of resentment and mischief.

But it had nothing to do with her. She wanted to be with Franklin in the future. No matter who Franklin had in mind, she was not going to leave him anyway.

Only two days later, the butler suddenly came to her and said that someone had sent her a painting.