Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 627

He nodded and looked at me without meaning to speak, his eyes fell on the two thermos boxes.

I hesitated for a moment and said, "I ......"

"I can eat two servings by myself?" He looked at me and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Or are you eating with me?"

I had just finished arguing, and although I knew I was wrong, I still couldn't let go of my face at once and said, "All for you to eat!" I wasn't hungry anyway.

He oh so, then sat down next to me and began to open the thermos box, seeing that both dishes were the same, he took them both out, placed the bowls and chopsticks in front of me, and spoke, "Eat!"

I purse my lips, "I'm not hungry, you eat!"

He looked at me sideways, "You plan to raise pigs full-time in the future?"

I did not react, hindsight are reacting to what he said is that he simply can not eat, send him two copies is not intended to raise pigs is what?

With a blush on her face, she took her chopsticks and ate with her head down.

After a moment of silence, I took it upon myself to speak up and said very seriously, "Dennis, I'm sorry!"

In response to my sudden and inexplicable sorry, he just looked at me slightly and then nodded, "Well, I get it."

After that there is nothing more.

The corners of my mouth twitched, I always felt that his answer was too perfunctory, I could not easily take the initiative to apologize, how he summed up in a few words, and nothing else?

Seeing this, I can't help but sigh, and I don't know if I should be happy or angry about this.

He quietly tasted all the dishes on the table, his dark eyes fell on me and he spoke, "Come home with me tonight?"

Although this is a question, but I always feel that he seems to be like an order, can not help but froze for a moment, but did not directly refuse, just said, "I just returned to the Lewis family, I want to get along with them properly, in the freezer in the morgue, I have been thinking at that time, if I can be with them properly, tell them that I actually really Love them and want to spend good time with them, Dennis, I know I'm not a very good daughter, but I'm an ordinary person after all, and I want to enjoy the pampering of my parents like ordinary girls."

He looked at me with a deep gaze, and after a long silence, he nodded, "Okay, don't let me stay alone for too long."

He used to boil, not wait, boil than wait to be more tormented, more uncomfortable.

I froze looking at him, a few days without seeing him, his brow and eyes some vicissitudes and despondency, even the pair of dark eyes with a few points of world-weary fatigue and loneliness.

My heart could not help but ache a little, I raised my hand to unconsciously stroke his brow and spoke slightly, "Tired lately?"

He held me, his gaze softened a few points, and spoke, "It's all common."

I suddenly realized that I never seemed to be seriously heartbroken. Plopping my body into his arms and hugging him, I said, "Dennis, do you think I'm not a qualified wife?"

He smoothed the strands of hair on my forehead, a little surprised at how I suddenly came back like this, and spoke, "Why are you always in denial, Clara, we all grow up slowly."