Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 924

Bradley's words were right up my alley.

"Good cooperation."

With both hands clasped, the matter was settled.

When I dropped Bradley off downstairs, he shook my hand and thanked me profusely, "Mr. Kennedy, we have a destiny, from now on, we are good friends, if you need anything, don't be polite to me!"

"I won't be polite, please." Smiling, Bradley was sent away in an inexplicably lighter mood.

This person talks little connotation, but is a simple person, a glance can see through, and such a person to deal with, no need to beat around the bush.

Leon suddenly came over and reminded, "This, we have to say hello to Mr. Kennedy, right?"

I inclined my head to look at him, and continued to look at Bradley's exaggerated cayenne, and said languidly, "There's no hurry, I'll tell him myself, there's something funny he'll be interested in."

In the afternoon, I left work early to pick up Clarie and go to the supermarket before going home to buy ingredients for my own cooking.

Before cooking the customary text message to Dennis welcome to dine, as to whether he can come, depending on his schedule today, after all, with Janice in the secret help cover, almost every day can meet, it is not necessary to come.

Link ate and lived in the agency's dormitory for the Bitcoin thing, so there were only four of us at the dinner table.

As soon as I sat down, I gave Leo a piece of abalone, playfully pleasing, "Try it, my cooking skills have not regressed."

Leo looked down at the abalone in the bowl and raised his eyebrows to tease, "Yo, the sun is coming out of the west, Dennis isn't coming and you still have the heart to cook yourself?"

Glancing at me with a scowl, Leo crossed his arms in front of his chest, leaned leisurely against the back of the chair behind him and said slyly, "If you don't have anything to offer, you're not adulterous, so tell me, what the hell are you doing?"

"Ghost! (O.. .O) Mom! Where are the ghosts!" Clarie was startled and opened her watery eyes wide to me for help.

I wanted to cry, reached out and stroked her furry head soothingly, "No ghost, Uncle is saying that our Clarie is so smart and is a cute witty ghost!"

"Really! Hey, thank you, Uncle!" Clarie hugged and played with a satisfied face, and then remembered something, tilted her little head and proudly bragged, "Mr. Alton praised me the same way!"

Leo was not happy to hear that, "Mr. Alton again, Clarie, isn't your favorite man your uncle?"

"Clarie likes Daddy the most! Second only to Uncle and Mr. Alton!" exclaimed Clarie, while looking at me again as if seeking approval.

"Oh? Is uncle not good enough for Clarie to be tied for second place with someone else?" Leo didn't know if he was really jealous and asked after her relentlessly.

"Well ......" Clarie looks like she's in a conundrum, looking at Leo in deep thought for a long time before mumbling again, "Clarie likes her uncle, and she likes Mr. Alton, both equally ......"

The child is torn up, his brow is wrinkled in a piece, seriously weighing the look, like a small adult, causing a great deal of heartache.

"Clarie good, no need to make a choice to divide the high and low, what you think in your heart is what, you are happy, you know?" I said softly to comfort.

Clarie looked up at me, her little eyes full of bewilderment, not sure if she understood, but nodded earnestly, "Mmm! I got it mommy!"

I simply gave her her favorite pea pods and gave Deborah a wink to help look after them, which distracted Clarie's attention.