Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 987

Two large men standing opposite each other standing, the aisle for a time seems a little crowded, the atmosphere is more saber-rattling.

"Larry, this is your girlfriend?" The woman who was traveling with Larry suddenly came over and interjected, with a smile on her face, calling for a bad deal.

"No, just an old friend from before." Larry did not have the good grace to finish, and twisted his head to warn the other side, "Stop it! Mom, I know what you are thinking, we have nothing to do with each other!"

"It's okay? Then you are still so excited like those caught in bed?" The left mother smiled and played riddles, eyes unconcerned towards me.

Look at this frame, the stick to beat the lovebirds estimated not less to do.

"Come on mom, don't add to the mess with this, go go go, I'll explain to you when I get back."

Larry was embarrassed by his mother's manipulation and had to tangle with pushing people back to the original table to sit down, leaving a curt message, "Clara, remember to contact Folly when you get back!"

Folly? I think it's a woman's name, do I know her?

I thought Larry would say something more, but it seems to be to allay my mother's fears, the man did not look at our table again after the meal.

When they left, the left family was eating happily.

Just as he reached the underground garage, Hank suddenly stopped in his tracks and reached in his pocket.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I think I forgot my car keys, I'll go up there, wait for me here for a while."

"Good." I didn't think much of it, thinking I was bored alone and ready to go together, "I'll go with you."

"No, I'll be right back." With a pat on my arm, Hank turned and trotted into the elevator.

I thought it would take at most five minutes, but Hank took nearly twenty. When he came back, I was leaning against the car, my upper eyelids already fighting with my lower eyelids.

Although the body is almost recovered, but still take a lot of drugs every day, so it is easy to sleepy.

Hank picked up speed and gently reminded, "Go home and sleep again, sleeping in the car is bad for your neck."

"Hmm." I nodded, forcing myself to pull myself together, and remembering what happened at the restaurant, asked casually, "That Larry ...... Do I know him?"

"Maybe, what do you think?" Hank didn't even look at me for a second, focused on driving.

"You're not impressed with him?" I was a little surprised, thinking that Hank and Larry were so agitated because they had a previous beef.

Hank laughed lightly, "First time I've met him, so I'm not sure if he's telling the truth, like you feel, we were apart for a long time and have almost faded out of each other's social circles."

I've been thinking for a while that maybe my relationship with Hank is like those couples who get along, that at least in the eyes of each other's friends, there's always a place for them, but more and more the facts tell me that maybe that's not the case.

I just didn't expect that Hank would see through me so quickly, and I was a little vain, "You ...... saw it?"

"You're like a child now, and it's not hard to notice when you're paying a little attention." Hank lamented.

It was clearly for me, but Hank never looked at me.

From my direction, I could only see the side of his face, subdued and candid.

Seemingly sensing my gaze, Hank inclined his head and his gaze collided with mine, "If you're touched, you have to say it, we missed it for so long because of lack of communication."

At that, I unconsciously raised my lips and reached out to rest my hand against the position of my chest, "It feels stop warm here."

Hank narrowed his eyes, his narrow eyelashes meeting one above the other, and smiled darkly.

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The following day.