"Well ......" Jamie took a look at his dirty little hands and expressed his incompetence in order to, "Not clean ...... Pretty Auntie gives ......"
Hank, who hadn't said anything, suddenly interjected, "Mr. George is really close to his son, it seems that you and Mrs. George have a good relationship."
A gloomy coolness flashed under Dennis's eyes and he responded with a sneer, "Mr. Gibson's relationship with Miss Kennedy looks pretty average."
Hank remained unhappy and unhappy, but he was also kind enough to say, "I didn't think Mr. George would have the time to take care of other people's family affairs when he was so busy."
Dennis's face sank and his deep eyes were covered with clouds, "No more than Mr. Gibson's ability to love to worry blindly."
Hank sat up straight with a jerk, his face all smiles, "Mr. George is so eloquent."
"Each other." Dennis finished calmly, then turned his head to look at the child, his tone sounded nothing volatile, but his voice was put very softly, "Are you full?"
Jamie, who has probably seen a lot of big scenes, sensed that the atmosphere was not right and reluctantly put down the chopsticks in his hand, saying with a tiger's head, "I'm full."
"Let's go then, someone should not like it if we stay any longer." Dennis said as he got up, took Jamie's little hand and said a polite goodbye, "Thanks for the hospitality."
I watched the father and son walk out before I asked Hank, puzzled, "Is there a grudge between you and Dennis?"
The last time they met, the two were quite harmonious, but now that they live across the street and have become neighbors, the smell of gunpowder is so heavy.
It's just a meal, there's no need for lip-smacking.
The most important thing is that Hank, such a gentle man, did just move too much against the grain.
Hank sniffed and returned to his usual modest look, smiling lightly, "Why, you think too much, eat well."
Obviously, he did not want to continue discussing this topic.
But the more this happens, the more it shows that there is something irreconcilable between him and Dennis.
But after all, we are different from ordinary unmarried couples, Hank does not say, I have no reason to pursue the end.
When I glanced at her, I noticed Jamie's bowl and plate, which held the rice without moving a single bite.
Dennis said that the new home can not cook, the little one also does not eat takeout, this night so long, must be starved.
We'll make something simple and send it to them later?
It's not good either, so I'm afraid Hank will be more uncomfortable, even if his mouth does not say, the heart is probably already turned upside down.
The more this happens, the less I should confront him.
"Can't eat anymore?" Hank's voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Well, I'm full, so I'll go to my room."
After that, I pretended to be natural and picked up my phone and turned around to go upstairs.
Maybe Hank saw it, maybe he didn't notice it, but he didn't say anything.
I closed the door and made sure Hank didn't follow me, so I unlocked my phone, opened the take-out app and chose a private restaurant.
Little Ann won't have to go hungry tonight.
......
The next day I went out for my usual walk and happened to run into Dennis and Jamie who were getting ready to go out.
Jamie was extra excited when he saw me, "Pretty Auntie!"
"Good morning little Ann~" I hooked my lips and glanced at the rest of my eyes, but found Dennis' dark eyes staring in my direction.
The subconscious froze for a moment before gathering his expression and responding, "Mr. George."
"Hmm." Dennis nodded very indifferently, and then led Jamie into the black commercial vehicle.
Watching the business car disappear around the corner of the intersection, I sighed helplessly.
Last night when I called for take-out, but I have referred to Dennis's price in advance, and slaughtered myself hard, Dennis this attitude, and I do not know if I have eaten.
"Nope." I responded tersely, my eyes glancing around the room.
This private room is similar in style to the last time Jamie asked me out, only there is nothing more to remember than the memory of that time.
The day before yesterday also went to the hospital, the doctor said basically no serious injury, the recovery of memory can not be forced.
Living with a blank first half of life, every day is like walking on thin ice, everything is like a gorgeous dream, always empty underfoot.
Almost every day when you open your eyes, even the air is strange and suffocating.
Folly exhaled heavily and looked grave as she picked up her phone and opened it, pushing it from the table to me, "Where is he, do you remember?"
The phone shows a picture of a man who I know all too well, none other than Dennis.
"I remember him, Dennis," I said, a little confused, "What are you showing me his picture for?"
Folly's focus was clearly different from mine, "You remember? Then you just said no?"
"The richest man, the richest man in the country, the kind of guy who is interested in whatever the media is interested in, is it weird to be impressed?" I think Folly was a little too uptight.
Folly blushed, "When you say remember, you mean this?"
"Or what?" I thought about it and added, "But now he's my neighbor, and his son is pretty cute."
"Neighbors?" Folly finally caught the point and asked nervously, "When was this?"
"Just yesterday." I didn't expect her to act so surprised, so I told her all, "Moved into the villa across the street from my house."
"I go ......" Folly touched her chest in shock and seemed to be stunned.
A moment later, she slowed down, "Meaning you've seen each other long ago? And more than once?"
"Well ...... What's wrong with having dinner together last night?" I looked bewildered.
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