Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1187 Not Interested in Boring Things

I will not waste time on people and things that do not matter, this is what he said himself, and then in

the blink of an eye, but here with me to tangle with the right and wrong, dead duck mouth.

This is good, the more Benjamin is talking, the easier it will be to do something to cover up.

"Well then, I made a fool of myself, I thought ......" I didn't insist on forcing him to admit it, instead I

bowed my head and acted a little lost.

"What did you think?" Benjamin asked.

"Nothing." I deliberately avoided his expectant eyes, pretending to be unaware of his foolish heart.

Benjamin looked like he had been humiliated, and a cold light flashed under his eyes, "You think I don't

know what you want?"

"You know, huh?" I knew he was warning, but I acted even more immodestly, leaning over and putting

my hand on the table, lifting my chin and looking at him with a good look, "But so what, the clearer I

know what I'm up to, the more you should know you can't do it, right?"

According to the rules of the game, even if Benjamin knew I was doing everything to titillate him, he

couldn't stop it.

Love a person, is a moth to a flame, is to know that the mountain has a tiger to the tiger mountain line,

even if the front is a fire pit, will not hesitate to jump.

Benjamin sniffed and narrowed his eyes, his anger faded, and after a few moments, his mouth hung

with a meaningful smile.

However, in a matter of seconds, his face changed again, all the shallow emotions were converged,

only a cold face remained, "Yes, very interesting, you have once again refreshed my perception of

you."

"I can understand that you are starting to be interested in me, right?" I asked with a smile.

Benjamin lowered his eyes and swept me a faint glance, did not answer, put down the dishes in his

hands and walked out without looking back.

Is it impatience not bothering to explain, or the inability to face up to your heart?

I don't mind at all giving myself an extra point of trust, and am certain it's the latter.

After a week in the hospital, Benjamin visited me almost every day, but he became noticeably more

cautious, barely interacting with me except to watch me eat the meals he brought.

He had the intention of limiting our relationship to just being partners in a game together, rather than an

instant fling to start a relationship, trying to paralyze himself that it was just a game.

I decided to leave the hospital on the spur of the moment, without informing anyone except Janice.

There was no one in the house, it was cold and clear, I couldn't feel the popularity, the past came to

mind, I could even remember clearly what had happened in every corner of the house: Dennis playing

Gouda with Snowy in the living room, Jamie being good on the sofa fiddling with the microcomputer, or

Snowy being quirky and trying to make things difficult for Jeffery ......

Everything is as real as if it happened yesterday, but in the blink of an eye, it all disappeared again.

This is all because of Benjamin.

"You can't stand for too long after you've just been released from the hospital, so sit down first." Janice

reminded.

I took a deep breath to calm down, nodded slowly, and let her help me to the couch on the living room

side.

After sitting down, I took out my cell phone and tapped on Benjamin's text message dialog box, then

tossed it to Janice.

"Use my tone and send the itinerary for the day, one piece at a time."

Although Janice was unsure, she didn't ask much and took the phone and just typed.

Within a minute, the phone was tossed back to me, "Okay."

I leaned against the back of the sofa, not even willing to open my eyes, by feeling the hand out to pick

up, just in the hand, I felt the vibration of the message notification.

Once I looked, Benjamin had actually replied.

[I'm not interested in this boredom].

The two sent by Janice were; "I'm out of the hospital." "Arrived home."

The real disinterest is the lack of any response, not the seeming impatience, as Benjamin is doing now,

when in fact, there are many more replies than received.

Without changing my face, I replied down the line, "Really, I thought you'd want to know what I was

doing."

After waiting for two minutes, the opposite side did not reply to the movement, probably poked again in

the center of things, angry.

This is just what I wanted.

There is no reason for my family to suffer from the separation, but let him alone free and happy, out of Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

the mix, is to return.

Calm down, I'm ready to poke around Dennis through Brady, although this guy may refuse to help in

order not to offend Benjamin, but the money can make the ghost push the mill, I have absolute reason

to believe that as long as the price is negotiated, there is no deal he dare not do.

Even so, my phone call was unexpectedly not answered.

After thinking it over, I put my cards on the table directly on Facebook, "Five percent of the George

Group, which is the highest price I can afford to pay."

Sure enough, the person who was on the phone just a moment ago took the initiative to send a

Facebook video over the next second.

When the picture came through, it was Brady's bitchy face, "Oh, look at me, I've been so busy lately, I

almost didn't see Miss Kennedy's call, so what, it looks like I have a big deal to take care of?"

Knowingly ask questions.

Although formerly good friends, but after all, not what life and death, and now have to beg, simply not

qualified to accuse him of pretending to be crazy and sell stupid.

"I need to know if Dennis is dead or alive." I said calmly.

"It's that simple?" Brady grinned intriguingly.

"Of course it's more than that, Mr. Jenks knows in his heart that I'll give you more than that for your

shares." Since we were talking business, there was no need for me to be polite with him.

"You go on." Brady, though oily, but fair in his dealings, saw that I did not have the heart to joke, and

immediately restrained a lot.

"I haven't thought about it yet, I'll tell you when I do, I hope Mr. Jenks' phone won't be so hard to call by

then." I deliberately teased.

Brady's expression was stunned for a moment, then he showed his usual ingratiating look, "Oh, what

are you talking about? I am always at your and Mrs. George's beck and call."

"I hope so." I really didn't want to go see his false look and simply hung up the phone.

Soon I got the news about Dennis, but not from Brady, but from gossip magazines, the media's sense

of smell is sometimes so incredible.

Dennis is now in a position to appear in magazines, naturally as a cover figure for the finale.

The headline of the media report is also very good - #Wise President is in love with third-tier artists,

willing to go down to the sea to lining the red flowers

Simply put, Dennis accompanied Olivia to the shoot.

The reason why the media has been so much in demand is because Dennis's character - a wealthy,

charming and charming man with no bad habits - is not Olivia (a self-absorbed woman with no flaws

except her looks).

The famous media people commented - I don't know whether they are abusing the characters in the

drama or abusing Mr. George.

Throwing the magazine on the table, I called Janice to get ready to go out.

"Where to?" Janice asked.

I took out my long-dusted duck-tongue cap and put it on my head, looked at myself in the mirror, and

replied, "The set."