Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1202 What tricks are being played

"All right." Benjamin did not have the heart to listen to continue, raised his hand intended for the words

of the man in the suit, "As I said, this place is given to your full responsibility, as soon as possible to let

me see satisfactory results."

"Yes." The man in the suit nodded respectfully.

I intended to see more clearly, but Benjamin was already unwilling to stay, pulling me out and then

quickly drove away.

Until the village was left far behind the car, Benjamin opened the window, relieved sigh of relief, one

hand on the steering wheel, one hand casually resting on the window, self-conscious evaluation of

Shirley's means of action, "failure, the whole village can only be described as a failure, in such a place

to develop, how can business be big, no wonder so For many years the domestic market has been so

sluggish, women have always been short-sighted,"

Look at what he said, a mouthful of "development" "market", do not know also think he is doing any

serious business, the future is bright.

I was dissatisfied with the trip that went back and forth but a minute, and took it upon myself to pick up

on the scolding, saying grimly, "Excuse me, but are you talking about me?"

Benjamin then realized that just now even my words also boxed in, quietly Mimi looked at me, adjusted

the sitting posture, rigidly explained, "You and those women are not the same."

"What's different, the difference is that I used to be someone else's woman and you used to be in

contact with someone who wasn't, so you became a willowy, sitting on your hands?"

In fact, when he is impulsive, he may not remember the fact that he still has a cleanliness problem, but

I prefer to take it to the surface and say it clearly, so that he can remember it in his bones, so that the

next time I will not have to endure the pain of biting my tongue again.

Benjamin sniffed immediately became expressionless, even the tone of voice is tinged with a few thin

anger, "You better not have nothing to find trouble."

"Am I the one who's looking for trouble?" I argued, "Who dragged me out at night, took a few hours to

and from the car, only to just take a look and leave, do not trust me to say, no need to make this kind of

pretend trick diaphragm people."

When he finished, he put his face to the side and did not intend to argue any further.

Benjamin opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, he did not speak again.

A stalemate all the way back to the hilltop villa was already 3:00 am.

Pushing open the door, I casually kicked off my shoes haphazardly and walked on the cold floor with

bare feet, only to be shivering and shivering from the cold.

"Stop-" Behind him, Benjamin trailed off inexorably.

"What do you want again?!" I stopped where I was, but didn't turn around, and pretending to be angry

requires an angry attitude.

Benjamin didn't answer, instead a rustling sound rang out before I felt him come closer towards me.

"Lift your feet." Benjamin's voice came from below.

Looking down, he was half kneeling in front of me, holding a cotton slipper in his hand, tentatively

disliking my toes, "The ground is cold, put it on."

"Not wearing." I raised my chin stubbornly, not giving him face.

Then there was a weakness in the foot, one leg was lifted directly by Benjamin, the moment of

vacating, the shoe was on the foot, the other was not spared. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Benjamin did all this before he got up unhurriedly, looked at me nicely, and said half flirtatiously, "You've

been angry for two hours, aren't you tired?"

I still stubbornly refused to look at him, but then I suddenly remembered the computer in the room, and

with a flash of light, I changed my mind and turned my head to look at him and said, "I'm tired, but I

can't get rid of my anger yet, so if I can have a bowl of beef noodles right now, I can consider not

getting angry."

Benjamin hooked his lips but put on a straight face and instructed, "Go up and wait."

I just laughed at that and ran upstairs with gusto.

To the door of the room, and feel uneasy, back to the stairs to look down, to make sure Benjamin has

gone to the kitchen, then rushed back, cover the door, rushed over to pick up the computer.

I was lucky that Benjamin hadn't closed the computer completely before, so the desktop stayed on

standby, and when the screen lit up, it showed the Facebook dialog box.

I swallowed nervously and looked back to make sure Benjamin wasn't coming up before I used my

hand to control the mouse again and scrolled through the chat log.

Sure enough, this single transaction they are going to deliberately avoid Dennis, or rather, this is the

real object of their deal.

My first reaction is to log into my account to transfer information, but this will leave a login record, if

Benjamin suddenly come in a moment is not good to delete.

While highly nervous, I glanced at the email icon on my desktop and instantly thought clearly.

Tap on Benjamin's email, open the send email screen, and put the most critical chat log into the email

after taking a screenshot of it on the desktop.

Add a note: It's me, Clara, but hopefully you can use it, no need to reply!

Select the recipient: Dennis.

Click Send.

Delete the outgoing mail record.

Close the mail and clear the history of usage.

All in one fell swoop, perfect.

The chat logs were finally returned to the previous interface, and I was finally relieved to have the

boulder hanging in my heart and breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing?" Benjamin's voice sounded hushed.

It was like I had been grabbed by the pigtail and instantly got a chill on my back.

Smacking my lips, I restrained myself from looking as calm as possible and quietly opened my browser

with the mouse while saying impatiently, "What's wrong, I've been bored all day and I can't go online to

read the news, you really treat me like a prisoner?"

Benjamin sat over with the finished beef noodles, put the noodles aside, jerked the computer away, and

after taking a closer look, didn't find anything unusual.

"You're suspecting me aren't you?" I went the other way and took the initiative, aggressively saying,

"You brought me here, you put the computer here, if you can't see it you should have said so, don't

treat me in this way of treating a thief, I am a human being, not your slave!"

Benjamin directly ignored my words, without changing his face, shut down his computer and put it

aside, then unhurriedly pushed the beef noodles onto the table in front of me, "Eat it while it's hot."

He did not hurt the attitude, so I have a kind of punch in the cotton feeling, and then continue to look a

little pretentious, anyway, also hungry, simply pick up chopsticks, began to eat noodles.

This night, Benjamin still dominant to hold me to sleep, just after dawn again left, and took the laptop

with him when he left.

I kept thinking about the email and wondered if Dennis had received it and didn't sleep at all.

At ten o'clock, I was overexcited, how to lie in bed how uncomfortable, decided to go out to get some

air.

Once downstairs, I bumped into Dennis who happened to enter the door.

I thought I was dreaming and pinched myself hard.

"Hiss--" It hurts, it's not a dream, it's really Dennis.

Dennis, however, didn't read my reaction and, baffled, uttered, "What are you up to again?"