Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 635

I frowned and couldn't help but speak up, "Dennis asked to investigate Selina's family and relationship yesterday, have you done so? What is the relationship between that child and her?"

He nodded and spoke, "That child is her daughter, four years old, Selina is a single mother, she was pregnant in college days, the child's father is currently not quite clear, the parents are local ordinary workers, are retired, family conditions are not very difficult, but he has a gambling brother, these years the old couple's pension and house are basically gambled away, now They are a family of four is rented a fifty-square-meter house to live, the days are more fortunate."

This is to understand why Selina a death, the two elderly people are anxious to block, after all, the family is living on Selina's salary, originally lived a relatively hard life, and now she suddenly jumped, two elderly people plus a child, only afraid that there is no way to live.

After thinking about it, I looked at Toby and said, "You didn't sleep all night last night, or go back to the office and rest for a while, I'll handle the hall."

He froze for a moment and spoke, "It's okay, I ......"

I looked and said seriously, "Toby, just because I haven't continued at the George Group over the years doesn't mean I know nothing about it, and besides, what's in the hall is a civil dispute, not corporate jargon, I can handle it, go back to resting in peace, eh?"

He hesitated, or wanted to say something, at this time his cell phone rang, he was embarrassed to answer the phone, the other end should be his wife's voice, "husband, the baby has a fever, you come back quickly."

Hearing this, his face changed and he looked at me and said, "Mrs. George, I'll leave this side to you, I still have some things to do at home, I'll go back and check it out, I'll be right back."

I nod my head and urge him to take care of his rest.

Toby left, I went straight down the hall, it was already working time, the hall stood a dozen people, men, women and children, I do not know where they got all the banners, which clearly reads 'kill to pay for life, debt to pay.

Looked quite like that, the lobby front desk a few front desk ladies by their haunted one and all trembling, afraid to accidentally say the wrong to be beaten.

Looking at this group of people, I can't help but think, fortunately Selina's body was taken away by the funeral home people refrigerated, this to put in the past, it is estimated that these people will carry the coffin here, and then while crying for money.

Security guards stand at the entrance to the elevator to prevent them from barging up to the office area and making a scene so that no one else can get to work.

I got off the elevator, looked at the group of people who were already a little tired of the commotion, walked to the reception desk, looked at the receptionist and said, "No reporters came today?"

In theory, today's reporters should be more than yesterday is, how today a person can not see.

The receptionist looked at me and froze, reacted with hindsight, looked at me and said, "It's still morning, usually they come at noon or in the evening, that time is the peak of the crowd, and only at that time Mr. George will pass through the lobby."

I smiled lightly and my eyes fell on Selina's four-year-old child in the hall. The child looked a little haggard and I don't know if it was my illusion, but I always felt that the child was a little unlike a normal child.

Retracting my gaze, I looked at the little girl at the front desk and said, "Thank you for today, add me on Facebook and send me the video, by the way, what's your name?"

The little girl looked a little pristine, her face flushed as she swept my Facebook and said with some excitement, "Mrs. George, my name is Wendy Miller, just call me Wendy, it's an honor to do something for Mrs. George."

I laughed a little, added her to Facebook, and within a few minutes she sent a video.

"Something's wrong, something's wrong!" In a flash, the originally quiet hall suddenly burst into a clamor.

I looked up and saw Selina's parents screaming somewhat heartbreakingly, and I looked to Wendy and spoke, "Go check it out!"

She trotted over and pulled the people around Selina's parents, who were surrounded by the crowd, away from her, and I followed them.

See the small child who just played on the sofa in the hall, at this time full of white face unconscious, nose bleeding, does not look like the result of trauma.