Hannah rolled around on her bed, even when her clothes spread open, she didn’t mind at all. Instead, she moved her blushing face closer to the screen and said in a sweet voice, "Don’t miss too much."
Words so sweet, they could heat up soone’s heart.
Just as Arnold was preparing to speak, he heard his girl adding another comnt.
"I am afraid that if you miss too much, your body won’t be able to withstand it."
After saying that, she laughed with her hand covering her mouth, and hung up the phone right before Arnold found the words to respond.
Just on ti, she sent a kiss emoji.
On the other end of the call, Arnold tightly grasped his phone, sighed lightly after a while, his face was filled with helplessness and indulgence.
He made a call to his people, asked them to schedule a day off whenever they could.
anwhile, after Hannah hung up, she imdiately got up from her bed.
The golden lotus that was sleeping on one side rubbed its eyes, looked up and asked, "Master, where are you going?"
Hannah bent down to put on her shoes, "Just stepping out for a bit."
"Oh." The golden lotus nodded its head, just as it lay back down and then lifted its head again, as if it had just thought of sothing, "Aren’t you afraid that the villain might run into Jimmy Simmons?"
Hannah straightened her back, "So what if they do?"
The golden lotus yawned, "In the storyline, they are enemies, wishing the other was dead. If they et, won’t they fight?"
Hannah nodded, patted the golden lotus on its dog head, "Right, not only will they fight, but they will also pull each other’s hair and spit on each other."
The golden lotus looked puzzled, "So, who will the master choose to protect?"
From what she could see till now, the master seems to like the villain quite a bit, probably has a soft spot for him, but Jimmy Simmons was also the mission target and he can’t die.
What a dilemma.
Hannah put on her coat, casually picked up a bag of snacks from the table, "I would just cheer from the side."
Cheer? For whom?
Right before the golden lotus could clarify, Hannah had already left the house.
Alas, where is the master going?
*
Tiffany Lynch had asked out George River several tis, but unfortunately, George’s attitude was always lukewarm, which made her increasingly anxious.
It was not until today that Tiffany was finally able to coax him out.
She changed her dress, carefully dolled up, aiming to give the man across her a spark of delight. However, staring at her reflection in the mirror, she found herself unable to break free from Hannah’s shadow.
Even her makeup began to resemble Hannah’s.
She was intentionally imitating Hannah.
Across the dining table, George’s gaze seed abstract as he looked at Tiffany. He was not really looking at her, but instead, it was as if he was looking through her at soone else.
Tiffany was taken aback for a mont before she realized. She clenched her hand so hard that her nails almost dug into her flesh, but she had to maintain a carefree face.
Her eyes were very similar to Hannah’s.
There were similarities in the curve of her eyes and brows, especially when she had the sa makeup on and intentionally imitated Hannah.
Unfortunately, Tiffany’s eyes didn’t contain the purity and natural charm that Hannah’s eyes did.
She was a shoddy knockoff.
George retreated his gaze, a hint of loss barely noticeable in his eyes. He began to cut the food on his plate, his movents elegant as usual. His words were gentle too, "My secretary ntioned that you have been trying to reach multiple tis."
When he finished speaking, he lifted his head. His handso face, elegant manners, even his smile, which harbored a subtle gentleness, were all perfect.
However, these behavior made the crisis in Tiffany’s heart even direr. Her gaze fell on the man’s wristwatch.
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