Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 647

The crowded streets were filled with people coming and going, everyone was in a hurry and seemed to be in a hurry, my leisurely pace was a bit out of place.

Every now and then someone casts a glance that seems to be a little strange.

I pursed my lips and automatically ignored the stares.

Attracted by the beggar on the roadside, not that I do not see the beggar, but the beggar I looked a little familiar.

hesitation, the beggar then slightly frowned at me, originally casual careless gaze, he froze violently, then looked at me laughter.

When he laughed, I suddenly remembered who this man was, wasn't it the same man who was surrounded by a group of strong men when Dennis and I left the casino that day?

How did he mix to such a sorry state? Surprisingly, he became a beggar in the street.

I can't help but frown at such a self-serving person is not much sympathy, that is, after a glance, and then blandly averted his gaze, and then walked away.

I was strolling along the street and noticed someone following me behind me, I frowned, turned around, just in time to see the beggar, I frowned, pulled out the few change from the bag on the ground, looked at him and said, "I don't have much cash on me, that's all, you take it and go!"

He looked at me and grinned like a fool, but didn't bother to pick up the money on the floor.

I didn't know what he wanted and couldn't help but speak up, "Do you think it's too little?"

He shook his head and looked at me and laughed until I got impatient and he spoke, "Miss Kennedy, we know each other!!!"

Of course I knew we knew each other, I looked at him and frowned, "This money will feed you, stop plugging away and get a job and do well."

Faced with an incorrigible person, I knew that saying these words would probably just not be of the slightest use, but I said them anyway.

Still laughing, he spoke, "I don't want your money, my mom said for me to thank you, you're a good person."

I couldn't help but frown, "Your mother? Who is your mother?"

He thought about it and spoke, "My mother is my mother, who else could my mother be?"

I felt like I was being wound up in a big circle by him and couldn't help but say, "I mean, how does your mom know me?"

He laughed, or made a huh sound, so that Jean could not help but listen with a few moments of terror, "My sister is Selina!"

The name Selina is so familiar in my memory these days that when I hear it now, I react without thinking about it and look at him for almost a few seconds.

I just opened my mouth, "You are Selina's brother?" The brother who has no bottom line or principles for gambling.

He looked at me, still laughing, "Yes, I know my sister fell to her death under the George Buidling, a living human life, you gave her 200,000, you fooled her ignorance, does not mean I can be so good to fool."

I looked at him and couldn't help but feel a little scared inside, "What do you want?"

He looked around toward me and looked at me and said, "Dennis should care about you a lot, and he will definitely give me a lot of money if I kidnap you."