You Are My Mr Wright

Evan Brown's was so majestic that people couldn't help but react instinctively.

"Gather in the living room and come down with Beau in half an hour."

His voice was forceful. Evan Brown looked at Harriet Smith's actions, turned around, and left.

She heaved a sigh of relief. By the time she returned to her room, the man on the bed had already woken up. His arms rested on his chin and he looked unusually lazy.

He seemed to have not woken up yet. He squinted at her and said in a unique hoarse voice, "Mrs. Wright, morning..."

Compared to usual, the lines on his handsome face were soft and casual. Under the pale yellow light, he looked more charming.

Harriet Smith's heart was beating uncontrollably. Her cheeks were slightly hot as she turned sideways. "Mr. Brown asked us to gather in the living room in half an hour."

Then, she turned around and went to the bathroom to wash her face. When she was brushing her teeth, the bathroom door was pushed open.

The man's naked body, broad shoulders, and narrow buttocks which were wrapped in the tight inner storeroom, looked round and attractive. His skin was clear and his lines were smooth enough to make a woman blush and move.

Seeing him walking over step by step, Harriet Smith frowned and there was still foam in her mouth. She said vaguely, "What are you doing here?"

"Brush my teeth..." He stood side by side with her and looked at her calmly. "Mrs. Wright, what do you think I'm here for?"

"Can you get out? I'll be ready in a minute!"

Beau Wright raised his eyebrows and asked casually, "Can't two people stand in the bathroom?"

Seeing that he had no intention of going out, Harriet Smith didn't waste any time. She leaned to the side, brushing her teeth faster.

Beau Wright raised his thin lips and stared at her with his eyes. He was satisfied to see her earlobe and neck turning red, as if he was extremely happy. "Pervert!" With a low curse, Harriet Smith blushed and quickly left the bathroom. As for Beau, his thin lips grew bigger and his eyes were full of smiles. She had thought that Evan Brown had an important matter, but she had not expected him to let them do morning exercises.

At 6:40 a.m., the sky was still dark, but most of it was cold.

Because Harriet Smith was pregnant, Evan Brown was very kind to her. She could jog or walk, but it had to be four turns.

She was wearing a down jacket and wrapped herself tightly, but she still felt the cold wind pouring in.

However, Beau Wright was only wearing a gray sports suit. He was handsome and more casual.

In just a short while, he had left Evan Brown far behind.

Harriet Smith shivered from the cold and let out a sigh of relief. However, Evan Brown's gaze swept over her and she shuddered. She didn't dare to slack off and quickly moved. Therefore, the three of them formed a special picture.

Beau Wright was in the front, Beau Wright was in the middle, and Harriet Smith was in the back like a snail.

Harriet Smith didn't run much. After walking for four turns, she already felt hot and comfortable, especially the fresh air, which made her feel very comfortable.

She stared at the man opposite her.

His long legs moved forward powerfully, and at the same time, his arms drew a beautiful arc backward, like a running lion, strong and beautiful.

At the collar, the sweat had already soaked the white vest in the coat, tightly sticking to the body, making people feel sexy.

She had never noticed that a man could be so sexy when running.

As if Beau Wright had sensed her gaze, he turned around and glanced at her with narrowed eyes. The arc of his eyes gradually widened.

When their eyes met, Harriet Smith came to her senses and quickly looked away. When she thought of the scene in the bathroom, she shook her head, blushed, and gritted her teeth.

This man was so elegant that almost everyone felt inferior to him. But if he was evil and dirty, no one could compare with him!

The final result was that from now on, she had to practice every morning.

This was what Evan Brown said to Harriet Smith personally after Beau Wright went to work.

Hearing this, Harriet Smith only felt pain, but she did not dare to disobey.

In the entire the Wrights, what she feared the most was Evan Brown, because he was serious at all.

At noon, she called Grace George. "Grace, how's Steven?"

"He came back." There was no emotion in Grace George's voice.

Harriet Smith didn't care, but she was relieved. After chatting with Grace George for a while, she hung up the phone. On the other side.

Grace George held the phone tightly, and her face looked a little ferocious. She pressed the number and called.

But no one knew who she was calling...

Of course, Harriet Smith couldn't stay in the House of Wright, so she decided to go home.

She got in the taxi and reported the location. Before the car started, her cell phone rang.

The phone call was from the Dean of Education. The results had come out. He asked Harriet Smith to sort out the notice and send it to all the students before noon tomorrow. Harriet Smith told the taxi driver the location, then the car turned around and drove in the opposite direction.

When she arrived at the office, all the teachers were busy tidying up. When she saw Grace George, she walked over with light steps and patted her on the shoulder unexpectedly. With a crack, the document in Grace George's hand fell to the ground. Obviously, she was scared.

"Are you really scared? When did you become so timid?" Smiling, Harriet Smith put her bag on the table and sat down.

Grace George looked at her and her mouth twitched. She bent down and picked up the documents. "Hurry up. You have a lot of work to do today."

"Okay, let's start. Hurry up and finish our work. Let's have a good new year!"

Hearing this, Grace George did not say anything. She just smiled and kept looking at her mobile phone. No one knew what she was looking at. Silence returned to the office, with only the sound of turning paper leaves and breathing.

Because they were too busy, lunch was ordered. One of the teachers stretched and turned on the TV. "Let's relax and continue."

The teachers all turned around, holding lunchboxes in their hands and watching TV.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Isn't that Miss Smith? Miss Smith is on TV!"

Suddenly, Grace George turned her head and looked over.

Harriet Smith was buried in her lunch box when she heard their conversation. She thought it was funny. She was not a celebrity. How could she be on TV? However, the next second, she clearly heard the host's voice.

"Teacher's moral quality has made parents worry and pay more attention to. Today, according to a newspaper, the private life of the female teacher of the No.1 High School of Tranton is particularly chaotic. She often went to bars and flirts with her superiors. Her family is addicted to gambling. More importantly, it is reported that in order to marry a rich person, she made love with the rich. The following are the photos and information provided by a newspaper..."0000