Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 565

I was surprised for a moment and raised my eyes to look at him, a little confused.

Seeing him reach out and pull me, he gently removed the clothes from my wrist, saw the scratches, and frowned, "You didn't return it?"

I nodded, "returned, but nails just a few days ago was cut, scratching people does not hurt, I pulled her hair a few times."

He looked at me, his handsome face revealing a few expressions of hatred, and spoke, "No nails won't use your fists won't use your feet?"

I stifled a laugh and looked at him, "I'm not one of you men who fights with your hands and feet, and, actually, it's okay, Linda splashed her all over, we didn't really lose out."

He gave me a look, some disgust, "two people fight one, but also let themselves injured, the water is not you splashed, Linda is not in you are not planning to disfigure?"

I have nothing to say, head down like a child, whispered, "Linda is not here I also dare not fight with her ah, she is so spirited I certainly can not beat her, I will not do it!"

He snorted coldly and ignored me, turning around and preparing to leave.

I followed him, did not take a few steps, then squatted, watching him walk away, the heart can not help but be happy.

He walked a few steps, probably did not hear the movement behind him, turned around and looked over, handsome eyebrows rose, his gaze fell on me, raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong?"

"I'm injured, I can't walk!" I squatted on the ground, simply as if I were crippled, squatting on the ground motionless.

He held his forehead, more or less helpless, "You tell me directly, what should I do?"

I cocked my head for a moment and said, "Carry me out!"

He lost his smile, his eyes full of helplessness, "Leg hurt?"

I shook my head, "No!"

He let out a hint and said, "Then why should I hug you?"

"You don't have to hug me!" I spoke, and simply got up and got ready to go.

I knew what he wanted me to say, but sometimes people just don't want to talk about it.

He looked at me with a smile in his eyes, and simply, when I passed him, he picked me up directly across the room, with some rude movements.

I was shocked and screamed out, "Dennis, you bastard!"

He grunted coldly and didn't say anything more.

Out of the corridor, outside stood a line of people, all base workers, saw Dennis and I were frozen.

The expressions are different, but when you think about it, you can understand, before Dennis and Sheila are very close, everyone preconceptions, the two of them as a pair.

Especially that day and Anthony together at dinner, Dennis did not say anything, did not explain, go along with Anthony's misunderstanding, acquiesced to the relationship between Sheila and him.

Later, over time, everyone automatically put Dennis and Sheila in the same category.

Now when I see Dennis and I walk out like this, I'm afraid it will lead to all kinds of unnecessary speculation.

Dennis did not seem to notice, took me directly into the base office, and then let me sit in the chair.

Seeing that he was leaving, I couldn't help but say, "Dennis, where are you going?"

He looked back at me for a second, "Looking for medicine to apply to your wound, are you planning on leaving a scar?"

I shook my head, "Of course not!"

Seeing his slender figure exit the office, I plopped down on my desk and went through the papers Toby had put together.

They were all documents that had been discussed in recent meetings, nothing important, and after reading them for a while, I lost interest.

Not long after, Dennis came back, carrying the medicine box in his hand.