Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1126 - Give you another chance

Folly's throttle is slammed, with the experience of the initial break with Zack, plus two thin eyebrows

slightly knitted, Bo anger is difficult to calm, enough to make most men know what to do and back off.

Only, will Larry be one of the majority?

At the last intersection of home, I saw Leo driving with Deborah in the direction of the south of the city Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

from afar, and the two looked like the people had little communication, not knowing what to do.

Drop us off at home, Folly left, let her go in to see a few little ones also should not, only said tired.

Is tired or something in his heart, I'm afraid only he knows, to her character, if you do not want to say,

ask more is also futile.

Before you even enter, you can already hear Snowy directing Jamie and Jeffery.

"Not this way brother, be like this, post here!"

"Jeffery, do you think I'm right?!"

As soon as I heard such an energetic voice, I was in a good mood not, and while walking inside, I

joked, "What are you doing? Brother is not yet Snowy do well?"

"Mama Sister!"

At the sound of the voice, Snowy dropped what she was holding and ran over to me, running into my

arms and letting me pick her up.

"Good girl." Smiling, he scraped the tip of her nose and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Make lanterns!" Snowy raised her voice proudly, "Snowy does it best and fastest!"

"Yeah~ Snowy is so good~ Mom look at that."

Said then walked to the living room, only to find that the sofa and coffee table are all scattered parts,

the only one of the first form, barely visible walking lamp look.

"Isn't it this one?" I tried to act as surprised as possible, holding the lantern in my hand and looking at it

carefully to make Snowy feel more accomplished.

"Yes, yes! I'm the one who made it, no one helped oh, mommy praise me!"

"Oh ......Snowy is awesome! Even better than mommy! There are still so many left, later mommy and

you guys do it together, you teach mommy OK?"

"Good!"

Laughing, he rubbed the child's head, then remembered that he didn't see Dennis' figure, put Snowy

down, and swept around the house, "Where's your dad?"

"Cooking." Snowy has returned to her crafting spree, muttering to herself, "Daddy said a cupcake will

be awarded to whoever makes the best one!"

I can't help but laugh at the words, this little guy, when it comes to sweets, than anyone else.

The cake has already been decided.

Turn your head to look at the kitchen, the lights are on inside, you can vaguely hear some subtle

movement, afraid of the smell of fumes out, so the door has been closed, so I just waved that glance to

not find.

Put down the bag and head for the kitchen.

Gently push open the door, move as slowly as possible, observe the movement inside through the

doorway, as the gap becomes larger, finally Dennis's figure appears in sight.

He was standing next to the cooking table, making a vegetable salad, chopping, plating and stirring in

one fluid motion.

Behind the pot of soup gurgling, smoking hot, so that the whole kitchen is foggy, but very smoky.

In particular, the rough lines of the apron with the Disney cartoon pattern painted on Dennis' body were

odd.

"Puff-" did not hold back, suddenly burst out laughing.

Dennis heard the laughter, raised his eyes towards me, found me peeking, then put the bowl down, still

maintaining the action of stirring with chopsticks, slightly narrowed his eyes, the corners of his mouth

slightly curved looking at me, "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing." I cleared my throat, and only then did I open the door and walk in with my feet up, holding a

bad smile, dangling it in front of his eyes and jokingly saying, "Mr. George's apron is special enough, a

custom model, right?"

After Dennis felt after a glance down at the pattern on the apron, rather helpless, "It is really, my

daughter's handmade custom, only one piece of the world on sale, a thousand gold hard to find."

"Really?" I wondered, "She's so free?"

"She does have quite a bit of time on her hands." Dennis set his chopsticks on the bowl, turned to

check the soup on the pot, and said absently, "In craft class today, the teacher asked them to make a

gift for their parents with steps, and all the other little kids made little dolls or something, but Snowy

took me by surprise and made this apron for me."

"Pfft ......" forgive me for not being able to hold back, Snowy's "love" is too heavy, this is not a way to

push Dennis to be the family cook?

I don't know who taught it, but it is indeed very funny, sucked in a fierce breath, before holding back

from laughing, "quite appropriate, with your temperament is very consistent ah ~"

Dennis turned his face to me with a bad smile, "So should I talk to Snowy and have her make one for

you next time too?"

"No need!" I hurriedly raised my hand in a fork gesture and faked a snub, "You don't understand,

Snowy was the first to think of making it for you, what does that mean, it means the kid prefers to eat

what you cook."

He said, walked to Dennis, a head a serious survey of his apron, and then patted him on the shoulder,

making the appearance of a teacher, said in a serious way, "This is Snowy to give you the award ah,

you do not disappoint the child's expectations, the future of the family meal, to you!"

Dennis gaze slightly astringent, narrowed his eyes and stared at me for two seconds, waiting for me to

react, has been closely in front of his body, two large hands on the waist clasped, telling me that I can

not move.

With each other's faces only a fist's distance away, the atmosphere subtly changed a little, and Dennis,

who was still coming closer to my eyes, lowered his voice and said, "So you're actually thinking of me?"

I laughed "heh heh" twice and ducked my head back, not straight, not strong, "Of course! I am your

dearest wife, can I lie to you? Well--"

Dennis' lips covered mine without warning, and then jerked away, his eyes taking on a hint of

playfulness, "Give you another chance."

"Originally it was ......" voice unconsciously put small, lowered his eyes, talking to himself, "I made is

not as good as you do well - "

"Hmm?"

No surprise, the moment the words fell, the soft touch wrapped my lips this time.

The kiss came dominant and aggressive, like a lesson, and the breath quickly became unsteady under

Dennis' tug.

Feeling a change somewhere, I snapped awake and pushed him away, subconsciously covering my

mouth, "You're playing a rascal!"

Dennis pursed his lips and hooked up an intriguing arc, "How is it rogue when it's between a husband

and wife?"

"You--"

"Hmph!"

"Make your dinner, no more talking to you!"

In front of him can not take advantage, simply run away in the dust.

He kissed his face hot, while walking with his hand against his face to cool down, did not take two

steps, but Snowy blocked the way.

She was carrying the completed walking lamp in her hand, looking up at me curiously with her big eyes

blinking, "Mom, is it hot in the kitchen, why is your face so red?"

Me, "......"

Why don't you ask your old father?

"Yeah ......" I laughed awkwardly twice and hurriedly changed the subject, "Yeah, it's done so quickly,

it's so pretty oh, mommy will walk you to find a place to hang it up okay?"

"Good!"

Children are small is good confusion ~