Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 995 New Neighbors

When I got home, I took a hot shower and changed into my pajamas just in time for dinner.

Hank had the maids prepare ginger soup and told me to drink it first, "Get wet and get rid of the cold."

He picked up the spoon and prepared to hand feed me, I took it directly with the bowl, "I'll do it myself."

Just as I was about to drink, my eyes suddenly went black and a similar scene flashed through my

mind.

Once upon a time there was someone who fed me medicine with such care and gentleness ......

The head tingled violently for a moment, a weak hand, almost knocked the bowl over, and put it back

on the table with his hand.

"Is everything okay?" Hank watched, anxiously standing up from his chair and leaning over to help me,

his tone cautious.

I couldn't support my head and held my forehead to, "My head hurts ......"

Hank sniffed, his eyes slightly narrowed, "Remember what?"

"No ......"

That heavy feeling of pain was like a gust of wind that dissipated again as I spoke. I let out a long sigh,

looked up at Hank and asked, "Is this how you took care of me when I was sick before?"

Hank suddenly came to life, "What do you think?"

I helplessly pulled the corner of my mouth, Hank has always been careful and considerate, not in this

atmosphere joking, "You know, I forgot all about it."

"Nothing that happened before matters." Hank said, picking up the ginger soup and blowing on it,

bringing it to my mouth, "It should get cold later."

During the meal, thinking of Dennis and Jamie, it was mentioned as a gossip, "You do not say, although

Dennis is the richest, the day to day, the son's affairs, but is very attentive, working hours, said to pick

up his son went." Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Hank's eyes flickered, and he paused in his chopping motion, "What kind of a person do you think

Dennis is?"

"Depends on which side, as a father, not bad, although there are mistakes, the heart is remembering

the child, only as an outsider, the character is a little too strange, cloudy, do not get along, I do not

know if this is the case in front of the child." I thoughtfully analyzed, completely unaware that I was too

involved in attention.

"Yeah well ......" Hank responded indifferently, without comment.

Looking up as an afterthought, I realized he had also wandered off.

"What's wrong with you?" I rarely saw him drift off in front of me, so out of concern I asked, "Is there

something wrong with the company?"

"It's okay." Hank smiled and chucked a piece of fish for me, "Eat."

He did not say, I did not think much about it, head down to eat their own, but each other's thoughts are

still very strong speculation.

After dinner, while watching TV in the living room, Hank took a magnetic card and handed it to me.

When I took it, I realized it was a brand new ID card with my headshot and ID number, and my name,

Sue Kennedy.

It was the first time I visually saw how my name was written and felt strange and familiar.

"From now on this is your identity, joy and sorrow, all written by yourself, like your name?" Hank said

lightly.

There is no better gift for someone with memory loss, and I gladly accepted, "Thank you, I love it."

......

The next morning, after dropping off Hank, I was ready to go for a walk.

Just outside the door, I saw a black BMW parked across the road, and beside the BMW stood the man

in the suit, who was staring at me in awe.

A few moments later, the man came towards me with his feet up.

"Hello."

"Hello." Confused, I said, "How can I help you?"

The man's attention lingered on my face for a moment and quickly moved away, his tone respectful and

polite, "I just want to ask you whether there is anyone renting a house in this neighborhood, I think the

environment here is quite good, I want to rent one for my boss."

"This I do not know very well, or you go to the community property to ask it, I can help you find the

property phone."

I thought the man was quite cordial, so I turned around and went back to the house to ask the maid for

the number and handed the sticky note over.

The man took the marriage politely, his voice earnest, "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome. We'll have to take care of each other if we have the chance to be neighbors."

"Definitely, definitely."

The man nodded in response and left without saying a word or two.

It was just a minor incident, and I didn't take it to heart.

Until the afternoon two days later, holding the cat Hank raised to play in the front yard, just went out

and found that the BMW of that day appeared again, this time the car parked directly in front of the villa

across the street.

The car door opened and the first person to step down was the man who asked me about it the other

day.

Then the man went around to the back seat, pulled open the door, and a small and a large two men got

out of the car.

Before I could react, Jamie had spotted me, "Pretty Auntie!"

As soon as Dennis's hand was released, he spilled his legs and ran towards me.

In the end, the middle is separated by a road, afraid of children in trouble, I hurriedly put the cat down

and welcomed a few steps.

The little one hugged my leg and raised his little head to look at me with a smile, "How nice to meet you

again!"

"Oh, you don't remember so soon, Auntie lives here." I laughed and rubbed his fluffy head, turning

sideways to let him see the house behind him.

It was raining that day, children's memory is limited, and this villa area is almost a copy and paste of the

building, it is indeed difficult to recognize all.

Dennis glanced far behind me, then turned his attention to Jamie with a warning in his voice, "Jamie."

Jamie sniffed and immediately frowned, reluctantly letting go of her little hand and pouting as she

walked back.

He walked over to Dennis and fawned over him, grabbing one of Dennis' fingers, somewhat spitefully.

Children are very sensitive, probably sensed that Dennis was angry, deliberately to please it.

This father-son mode of living together is a little too impersonal, so small children, is not too harsh

some.

Children are at their most active, so they should be protected and educated with a blend of reason and

emotion.

But after all, Dennis and the relationship is also a casual acquaintance, how people teach children, I

can not intervene, but only in the mind to think.

Dennis stood in place for a moment, then turned around and took the child into the villa across the

street.

When they went inside, the man who followed them to open the door turned around and walked over to

me, "From now on we are neighbors, my name is Toby, from now on, if there is anything, you can just

ask."

Toby handed over a business card as he spoke, I took it and scanned it before nodding and introducing

myself, "Just call me Sue."

After a pause, I added, "Is that what you came to inquire about for Dennis the other day? He's your

boss?"

"Yes, the general manager wanted to give the children a change of scenery and saw this place, so I

came over and settled down, thank you for that day."

"Toby."

Just as he finished, Dennis called out from the doorway across the street with a black face.

Toby hurried to say goodbye and quickly ran over.

I looked at the closed door, but I was full of confusion.

This neighborhood is considered the upper-middle villa area, but less than the ultra-luxury level, Dennis

this level of wealthy, should not go to a more noble place to live?

Why did you choose this place?