Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 996

There seems to be too much in Dennis the man that cannot be seen with the common mind.

With a stomach full of doubts, I waited for the opposite side to close the door tightly again before I turned around and entered the house.

In the evening Hank, when he came back it was already dinner time, remembering the new neighbors, he casually mentioned at the dinner table, "You'll never guess who's moving in across the street."

"Who?" Hank had a casual attitude, clearly informed but not very interested in the arrival of his new neighbor.

"It's ......"

"Dingdong--"

The words were in my throat, but I was interrupted by the sudden ringing of the doorbell.

Hank doesn't like to be disturbed when he's eating, so the maids all returned to their rooms after serving the food.

Hank had already put down his chopsticks, but when he saw that I had already walked over, he had to stop.

Recently, he has become more and more unable to argue with me on the trivial matters of life.

Once the door opened, a fleshy little face suddenly emerged, "Pretty auntie!"

Jamie peaked at the door, his little grape-like eyes darting around, staring at me with a smile.

I raised the corner of my mouth at her, "Little Ann, looking for Auntie for something?"

"The power is out at home and there is no water, and the new home is dark and not fun."

"Well ......" I frowned and heartily stroked the top of the child's head.

The cottage had been unused for a long time before Dennis moved in, and it was inevitable that something would happen when he suddenly moved in.

At that moment, Dennis suddenly peeked out of the half-open door, "Jamie is a picky eater."

"Hmm?" I froze, not reacting for a moment to what he meant by that.

Jamie then tugged at the corner of my coat and said with a resigned look, "Pretty auntie, I'm so hungry, my stomach is deflated."

Dennis added, "He can't cook at home, and he doesn't eat takeout."

He kept his usual expressionless face when he spoke, a and special indifference.

But this time I understood, the master and the two are here to rub it in.

I smiled lightly and looked down and said, "Auntie has cooked a lot of food, how about little Anan eat with me?"

Just after he finished, Dennis opened his mouth and responded, "Good."

The tone of voice is as flat as water, but the speed of speech is extremely fast, so I have the feeling that he can not wait.

Warren Buffett's lunch is worth ten million, then Dennis, the richest man's dinner, at least a million to start with, such a wealth, what reason to covet the ordinary people's home-cooked dishes?

"Yes!" Jamie cheered as he pulled me inside and the matter was put behind me.

Originally there was some concern that Hank would be unhappy if he rashly led people in, but perhaps for the sake of upbringing, he actually did not show any dissatisfaction, but was very enthusiastic and took the initiative to get up, "I'll go and add two sets of dishes."

Jamie was taught well and trotted up to help.

Hank bent over and patted him on the shoulder, "Kids just sit tight and wait."

After saying that, he turned around and went into the kitchen.

Dennis suddenly walked up to Jamie and popped out without a word, "Don't you remember what you were taught just yesterday?"

"What is it?" I guess there was so much to teach that the little kid couldn't think of it for a while.

Dennis said coldly, "Can't hitch a ride with the weird aunt."

He omitted the word "clip" directly.

"Don't eat, don't talk, don't sleep." Dennis reminded.

Just finished, Jamie panicked and raised his little hand to block his mouth, realizing afterwards that he had broken his dad's taboo again.

This block, but also dirty hands.

Dennis frowned helplessly and took the trouble to lean over and wipe him.

The scene was somehow comical and I couldn't help but be amused.

Dennis, although somewhat macho, is doing his best to take care of Jamie.

But the little guy is brought down by him, a mouthful of a beautiful aunt strange uncle, too face control.

As I was lost in thought, Jamie held up his chopsticks and snapped at me like he was taking credit, "Pretty Auntie, here's Daddy!"

The atmosphere at the table instantly cooled.

I don't think that a rich person of Dennis's caliber would just eat what someone else has put in his bowl.

The gap between each other's backgrounds is in front of us, and just eating at the same table with him feels a little strange, let alone more intimate actions.

"Little Ann obey, daddy wants to eat their own can clip, you more ......"

I just wanted to get away from the topic, but I didn't expect Dennis to add, as if he was deliberately playing a prank, "Jamie, I want the sweet and sour pork."

Although it was Jamie's name, it was clearly for me to hear.

For a moment, Hank's chopsticks stopped moving, and the scene was bizarre for everyone.