Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 1201

He's right, you have to taste the sweetness to get a hit.

The fish has been hooked, which does not pull the reason for the shore, I had to temporarily suppress the abhorrence in my heart, lying quietly.

Soon, the sound of even breathing rang out in your ears.

Benjamin such a shrewd man, sleep must not be deep, the slightest noise may wake him up, today has provoked him enough times, continue to provoke him is not the best policy, I can not risk breaking this hard to get the initiative.

The night was almost sleepless, and when I noticed Benjamin waking up at dawn, I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.

A few minutes later, Benjamin got out of bed, put on his clothes and then went downstairs.

He made breakfast and it was on the table, and when I came downstairs, he was gone.

I didn't have much of an appetite, and with the lesson I learned yesterday, I wasn't going to eat what Benjamin gave me.

Turned back upstairs, intending to feel the other two rooms, but I apparently underestimated Benjamin's degree of caution, both doors are locked, simply can not open.

After searching around the house and not finding a lock picking tool, I was a little demoralized.

When I tried to call for help, I remembered that I had left my cell phone and bag at Olivia's house, and that there were no available communication tools in the house.

I had no choice but to run to the outside of the house, praying that last night because the light was too dim to affect the view, so I did not find other occupants, but in fact I thoroughly see that the top of this hill can see the head at a glance, out of Benjamin's house, it is impossible to have other buildings, is a real solitary.

I can not do anything but go back to recuperate the spirit, lasted a day and a night plus a morning, I have long been sleepy, lying on the bed not long after the sleep.

When I woke up again, it was already dark and the bedroom was not lit, but the en-suite living room was bright.

At the end of the bed was a set of folded clothes, from inside to outside, which Benjamin had probably prepared for me to change.

Get out of bed and walk slowly to the living room, where on the couch, Benjamin is staring at his computer, looking focused.

I threw away my slippers, stepped deep and shallow on the loose carpet, and approached behind him step by step.

I went to the couch, stretched my neck, and vaguely saw the Facebook dialog box message with the words "Trading Location".

It looks like Benjamin is handling the "goods", and not surprisingly, all the information about the transaction is in the chat log.

To be precise, it is in this computer.

I was ready to get closer to see more clearly, Benjamin's phone on the table suddenly "buzzed" and began to vibrate, a call came in.

Benjamin didn't notice me, picked up the phone and put it to his ear to answer, occasionally responding to the caller with a, "Hmm."

I sighed with relief while Benjamin quickly hung up, "Just do it."

After putting the phone back on the table, he turned back as if he felt something, then mounted my pretend relaxed sight, the hand holding the computer did not move to close the screen, and said faintly, "Why don't you just sleep until tomorrow morning?"

Is this because I slept too long?