Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 1127

The orange one was not very conspicuous in the light night, but it was enough to make Snowy jump up and down with joy.

"It'll look better when the lanterns are all up." The year is finally at the feet, counting the six or seven years that have passed without crossing the New Year with Dennis.

The people are still there, the children are around the knee, is not the ordinary happiness is just like that.

It took a long time to realize that I was lost in thought over a lantern, but I really hope that the first light of the winter can follow the wishes of the people.

Snowy ran back excitedly, envisioning the shocking scene of the lanterns lighting up the whole villa when the night was deeper, "Mommy, hurry up, Snowy wants to finish the other lanterns and hang them up too! It's so beautiful!"

Helplessly smiled and lifted her feet to follow, a scene like that, with her efficiency, she only saw it in her dreams today.

But in fact, when we returned to the living room, the bed sofa has been lying on top of several already done walking lamps, even Clarie almost done one.

Then look at Jamie and Jeffery, as if they are still relaxed, and seem to have nothing to do with them.

"These two little guys ......" both want to satisfy Snowy's competitive spirit, but also refuse to actually admit defeat, the bones of a more arrogant than one.

Snowy, however, had no concern for these, and plunged directly into the pile of lantern parts, with a small frown, a serious preparation to start making the next one.

"Honey," Dennis called out from the dining room at this point, "dinner is served."

"Hmm." I responded and turned my head to call a few little ones, "Kids ~ go wash your hands and get ready for dinner, and continue after you eat."

"Wait a little longer mommy, Snowy is not hungry yet, eat when it's done!"

She was so focused on doing it alone that Jamie and Jeffery had put down the parts they were holding and stood up to wait.

"Snowy, no fooling around oh, Daddy and brothers are hungry, are you letting them wait for you alone with a hungry stomach?" I pretended to be angry and deliberately swindled her,"

Then if you're not hungry, the dessert stew that Daddy made especially for you will be divided between the two brothers!"

As soon as he heard this, the little one's ears twitched and the next second he immediately ran to the bathroom, "I'll go wash my hands! I'm the fastest!"

The scoundrel's look screams laughter.

Dennis suddenly came forward and pulled me to the table first and sat down, then opened the stew pot in front of him and a wave of heat rose up to meet him.

"What is this?" I asked.

"Dessert stew, didn't you guess?" Dennis chuckled for hooking the corners of his mouth.

"I was coaxing Snowy, which know you really did," looked down at the stew pot, smacked his lips, not much appetite, so he put the lid on, "or leave it to Snowy, just had afternoon tea with Folly outside, not hungry now, just eat some salad with you. "

Dennis raised an eyebrow and didn't say anything.

Dennis is not a big eater, and the kids were so preoccupied with putting together the lantern that the meal was over in less than half an hour.

After dinner was over, several children continued to occupy the living room, with Dennis tagging along to help out. Clarie and I were a little tired and sat down for a while, then went upstairs to take a shower.

Out of the bathroom, a vague smell of sweet smell, follow the smell into the bedroom, you see the dresser on the familiar stew pot.

Dennis came out of the checkroom in his pajamas, sat straight down in the chair, spread his legs apart, and then patted the spot on his right thigh, gesturing for me to go over and sit down, "Come."

He is getting more and more fancy now.

Pursed lips smiled, lifting the water-controlled towel on his head, went around to him, which sat down, "What's wrong, want to help me put on a mask?"

Dennis smiled without saying anything, reached out and picked up the stew pot on the table and opened the lid, used a spoon to scoop a mouthful to his own, took a sip and felt it was not hot before he handed it to me again, his tone was so gentle that he could pinch out water, "It's not hot, open your mouth."

I looked at him and dutifully drank all the rest from the spoon, and a warmth surged in my stomach, "Mmm~ good!"

The business is like a fish in water, cooking is also just right, said dessert, but not too greasy, very special taste.

Dennis then smiled with satisfaction and took my hand to hold the stew pot, "Drink it yourself."

The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers.

Dennis picked up the hair dryer again, one hand lifted his long wet hair, one hand carefully controlling the temperature and direction of the wind, looking in the mirror with concentration and enjoyment.

The remaining two sips, really can not drink, put down the stew pot, glanced from the mirror, found Dennis smiling, sweet, demented smile.

God is really partial to this man, even this look, but also do not see the slightest foolishness, but called people worried about putting him out, but also can charm how many women.