Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 675

But as I turned around, she suddenly called out to me, "I thought you were going to talk to me!"

I hesitated for a moment, but still looked back at her and saw her pair of black eyes and froze for a moment before I spoke, "You're not fit for business."

She nodded her head if she did, "I know!"

I pursed my lips, my eyes fell on the illustration in front of her, it looks like that illustration, not to hold a bidding meeting so put up, but someone got it up before, but probably someone felt aesthetically pleasing, so left, looking a little bleak color on it.

"You like black things a lot?" I opened my mouth, and to be honest, I'm a little reluctant to get into these dark things.

She nodded, not at all evasive, and after looking at the painting for a while, she looked back at me and raised her eyebrows, "You're a staff member of the George Group?"

I nodded, "Yeah!"

She oh so said, "That man beside you is your husband, and he treats you quite well."

I pursed my lips and was not overly surprised by her painting.

I paused for a moment and bowed my head slightly, "It's pretty good that he can heal you."

After a moment of silence, I looked at her and said, "In fact, you yourself know that business is not for you, if so why don't you go do your own thing? The only thing this world allows to heal us is to make ourselves happy."

She smiled and didn't say anything anymore.

Dennis and Sheila finished talking and came out, saw me talking to Barbara, handsome face frowned slightly, seemed a little strange, see Dennis, Barbara did not say anything and went away.

I stood still as Dennis approached me and looked at me and said, "Recognize?"

I shook my head and changed the subject, "Are you done talking about things?"

He nodded and looked at me and said, "There's a celebration dinner tonight, you and I will go, huh?"

Because of Cherry's matter, he really let me follow him twenty-four hours a day. I nodded my head and gazed in the direction Barbara had left, with an indescribable feeling in my heart.

People who have had a rib nose job know when they see the scar under someone's nose that the other person has had a nose job, just like Barbara knew subconsciously when she saw me that each other were dark and depressed inside.

Depression doesn't get better, it just gets slowly pressed into the years. We look for warmth and sunshine in the chicken and egg days, and then little by little we fill the big hole of depression to make ourselves look like normal people. Barbara was right, I was lucky because I met Dennis, who could heal and warm me.

But not everyone who is lucky is. I don't know what Barbara has been through, but the darkness and fear in her eyes tell me she is still struggling in the dark.

Hotel.