You Are My Mr Wright

"Miss George" Beau Wright put away his phone and greeted her lightly.

"Mr. Wright." Grace George immediately stood up, her cheeks slightly red and a little uneasy.

"Where's Harriet?"

Grace George was stunned. "Harriet, why is Chairman Wright calling her so intimately?"

"She went to get coffee..." After a long while, she couldn't suppress the great confusion in her heart and finally asked, "Mr. Wright seems to be very familiar with Harriet?"

"We indeed know each other well..." He raised his eyebrows, twitched his thin lips, and said, "We are already married..."

Grace George's face changed dramatically. His heart felt as if it had been pierced by a needle. Blood was gushing out and she was short of breath.

Then, when she thought of Harriet Smith just saying that word "unfamiliar", she clenched her fists and buried them deep into the tender flesh in her palm, leaving a mark.

Was she deliberately making fun of her? At this time, Harriet Smith came over with two cups of coffee. When she saw Beau Wright, she was shocked and stunned. "Why are you here?"

Then, she glanced at Grace George tentatively and nervously. Did she already know the relationship between me and Beau Wright?

Grace George naturally noticed Harriet Smith's stare and suppressed the sharp and painful emotions in her heart. She forced a smile and said, "Harriet, why didn't you tell me when you got married? I have been waiting for your wedding candy..."

It turned out that she already knew it. Beau Wright must have told her...

However, judging from her attitude, she didn't take it to heart. She could even make fun of her, so Harriet Smith let go of her worries.

Taking Grace George's hand, she looked serious and apologetic. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide this matter. I have my own difficulties."

Difficulties?

She married such a man, and she said she had difficulties is this deliberately ironic Grace George?

Grace George sneered in her heart, but forced a smile on her face, very gentle.

"Silly girl, what's there to be sorry about? Happy marriage. He must have something to tell you. Hurry up."

Harriet Smith smiled, turned around, and looked at Beau Wright, only to find that he looked lazy. He raised her thin lips and looked at her calmly. He asked, "I'm a little curious about Mrs. Wright's difficulties. Why don't you tell me, Mrs. Wright..."

He did it on purpose! She was so angry that she gritted her teeth and glared at him!

"Kayson and Senya came back on their honeymoon and asked us to have dinner together..."

Beau Wright stopped teasing her. He moved his thin lips and glanced at Grace George again. His voice was faint and gentle. "Miss George, come with us..."

Grace George bit her lip and hesitated. "Is it inconvenient?"

"Since it's a dinner party, there's nothing inconvenient about it. Let's go together..." Harriet Smith reached out and pulled Grace George over to the car. The dinner party was held at the Charmed Bar.

In the presidential suite, Martin George and Senya were sitting on the sofa, while Arthur Andrew and Lavinia George were playing billiards.

Lavinia George's high heels were ten centimeters high and she was wearing a hip-length dress.

"Lavinia George, do you know what you look like now? You seem to want sex and feel unfulfilled Senya clicked her tongue.

"I think you've been nourished too much. It's ridiculous. There's a long line of men chasing me, will I be short of men?"

Lavinia George sneered disapprovingly.

Arthur Andrew raised his eyebrows, seemingly feeling an idea still exert.

Seeing this, Lavinia George sneered and snorted, "If you dare to molest me again, I'll dig out your eyeballs!"

Just then, Beau Wright strode in with long legs, followed by Harriet Smith and Grace George.

"You have finally arrived. You're a real secret keeper. The surface of Miss Smith is as pure as paper, but behind us... Lavinia George stared at Harriet Smith.

She didn't dare to do anything to Beau Wright, but she could completely start with Miss Smith.

Hearing this, Harriet Smith's scalp went numb. "Lavinia George, you'd better stop!"

"What do you mean by 'stop'? I don't quite understand, but I didn't attend the wedding banquet and didn't eat wedding candies. You should compensate me with something. Miss Smith, I'll punish you for kissing Beau Wright for two minutes, start!"

She only felt a headache. "Stop it!"

"Stop? Do you think it's possible?" Lavinia George raised her eyebrows. "As your closest friend, I was the last to find out about your marriage. Don't you think it's too much?"

"......" Harriet Smith didn't say anything. She felt that she had gone a little overboard.

Senya also said at this time, "I also think it's very excessive, so I agree with the punishment!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she gently bumped into Kayson George next to her. That guy was a hen-pecked that he immediately nodded and said, "Punishment!" Arthur Andrew raised his hands. "I agree."

"Very good. Four to two, a complete victory." Lavinia George snapped her fingers and smiled. She looked at Beau Wright and said, "Mr. Wright, isn't this punishment too much?" Beau Wright smiled faintly and moved his thin lips. "Not too much..."

"You are generous, but a tongue kiss is too monotonous. So while kissing, Mr. Wright fed this glass of red wine to Harriet..."

She shook the red wine glass in her hand leisurely, set the time on the phone, and added.

"Let's start. As long as it's delayed, the kiss will take longer!"

His thin lips curled up. Beau Wright took the red wine glass, stood in front of Harriet Smith, and bent down.

Seeing his handsome face bending down, Harriet Smith's heart couldn't help beating wildly. She quickly covered his thin lips with her hand to prevent him from getting closer. She whispered, "Beau Wright!" Therefore, he lowered his head and put the red wine in his mouth into hers.

All the friends around were watching. Lavinia George whistled, while Arthur Andrew raised his eyebrows. Senya and Kayson George were talking about a good way of kissing.

Grace George was the only one who clenched her fists and stared at Harriet Smith, gritting her teeth.

With a buzz, all the blood in her body rushed to the top of her head. Harriet Smith turned her head to avoid it.

However, his big hand was powerful but gentle and held the back of her head. He stared at her deeply, and his hot breath fell on her numb lips. "Close your eyes..."

She could clearly see her reflection from his deep eyes and hear the deep voice beside her ear, as if she had been bewitched.

Slowly, she closed her eyes, her heart beating rapidly.

At this time, the only thing she could feel was his light and pleasant masculine breath. In addition, all the breaths in her mouth were his, as well as the mellow wine fragrance. In the end, he finally let go of her and said, "All right."

However, Lavinia George refused to let them go. "It's only been one minute and 30 seconds. There are still 30 seconds left. Go on!"

Beau Wright raised an eyebrow and stared at the shrimp-like flushed face. His voice was low and soft. "She was very shy and blushed..." Hearing this, Harriet Smith, who was lowering her head, was slightly stunned, but her heart was filled with ripples.