You Are My Mr Wright novel Chapter 38

After being stunned for a moment, he remembered that he had forgotten to change his clothes. Sykes Wright said, "Is he so handsome that you can't even move your eyes away?"

"The oil stains are still on your clothes. Get changed ." Lainey Brown did not think much about it and just said so.

Turning back to Lainey Brown, Sykes Wright winked at Mary Wright, telling her not to tell the truth.

Mary Wright naturally understood what he meant. She nodded, waved her hand, and motioned for him to go upstairs to change clothes as soon as possible.

"Mary, didn't you say you would bring your fiance back to the House of Wright?" Lainey Brown picked up the fish soup and took a few sips.

"The work there is not over yet. you will definitely see him. Otherwise, let's look at his photo first. Do you want to see it?"

Mary Wright looked up at Lainey Brown while she was filling the soup.

Lainey Brown smiled and said, "Sure, since you can win your heart, he must be handsome."

" He was not very handsome. He just like an ordinary person with two eyes and one mouth."

As he spoke, Mary Wright took out his phone. On the screen of the phone was a man holding her shoulder and standing under the tree.

The man is quite strong with a chiseled face and bright eyes. He looked very modest and gentle.

"He indeed is a great man. Mary has always had good taste. Beau, you should learn more like your aunt." Lainey Brown deliberately handed over the phone, wanting to gauge his reaction.

Beau Wright's expression was indifferent. His eyes fell on the screen, and he looked at it a few times. Then he said, "Not bad."

"I think so." Lainey Brown smiled as if she had thought of something. She looked at Harriet Smith with an unusually serious expression and asked, "What are that news about?"

Harriet Smith tried her best to make sure that she didn't make any mistakes. But the topic finally fell on her. She was slightly stunned. Just as she was about to say something, the low voice said, "I've already started investigating that matter..."

Hearing this, Lainey Brown glanced at Mary Wright and said, "I hope that the truth is not as it is on TV."

These words were obviously said for her, and her heart was as clear as a mirror.

However, Vera Brion did not care about the atmosphere at the dining table. She said, "It seems to be very late. Can I stay here tonight?"

"Don't you have something important to do tonight?" Harriet Smith couldn't help getting angry.

"Who said I have something important to do? It's snowing. There's no taxi here. Can't I stay for one night?"

She had already said that. If Harriet Smith refused again, it would be unpleasant to hear.

Lainey Brown hated that others talked behind, so she immediately asked the servants to prepare the room.

After dinner, Lainey Brown went straight to the second floor. There were too many people she didn't want to see in the living room, such as Vera Brion, Harriet Smith, and Mary Wright.

At the dining table, she had been trying to observe Mary Wright and Beau, but their performance seemed normal and nothing unusual.

Although he was her son, Beau's mind was so deep that she didn't guess from beginning to end.

Therefore, she still could not worry.

Harriet Smith didn't want to stay with Vera Brion. Because she didn't feel well, she could only walk slowly to the second floor.

Beau Wright strode forward and carried her upstairs as he did in the hospital.

In the living room, Mary Wright seemed to glance at them, and her eyes dimmed slightly.

After greeting Vera Brion, she returned to her room.

As a result, there was only Vera Brion left in the living room. Her legs were crossed. There was coffee and a plate of fresh fruit in front of her as if she were the owner of this house.

In the room.

Harriet Smith sat on the bed, thinking about the news. When she inadvertently glanced at the man on the sofa, she was attracted.

The man's sweater was slightly rolled up, which showed his arms were strong. He is reviewing the company's documents, holding the left hand of the pen, capably and decisively.

After such a long time, she realized that he had been using his left hand all the time, and it was still so charming.

"Have you seen enough? Mrs. Wright..." He raised his eyebrows but did not lookup.

After being caught, Harriet Smith coughed lightly and said, "I feel that something is wrong. It's about the news headlines."

"Continue..." Beau Wright raised his voice and motioned for her to continue.

"I feel that someone is deliberately targeting me, and he is an acquaintance of mine." She said her own reasoning.

It was impossible for a stranger to frame her for no reason.

Moreover, whether it was the photos taken during the press conference or the video of the bar, if it were not for the people around her, how could they be taken?

Thinking of this, she suddenly slapped her thigh. "Is it Mrs. John Brown?"

He raised his head and glanced at her. "The reason?"

"Mrs. John Brown went to school twice and happened to meet Director John who bought coffee for me. She must be angry, so she hired someone to follow me, took photos of those videos, and then send them to the TV station. She carefully recalled what happened around her and thought that this was the most reasonable reason."

Beau Wright's lips curled into a smile as he said meaningfully, "It looks like the most reasonable reason, but it's often the most unreal..."

Harriet Smith keenly grasped the key point. "If you have something to say, why don't you tell me?"

"The investigation results will come out tomorrow..." As he spoke, the pen in his hand moved again.

Obviously, he didn't want to have a deep talk with her, so she looked at him a little grumpily.

After a hard day, she was really sleepy now. She lay on the bed, closed her eyes, and snorted softly, "Mr. Wright, good night."

"Aunt, where are you going?"

"Go to the municipal government to get some information."

"Just along the way. Aunt, let's go together." Harriet Smith opened the car door politely.

In the car, Mary Wright sat in the back seat. On the way, the three of them did not speak, and they were all silent.

When they passed by a restaurant, Harriet Smith asked her to stop the car. She hadn't eaten anything in the morning, so she was really hungry now.

Mary Wright smiled and said, "I'm sure you haven't had breakfast yet. Let's go together."

The environment of the restaurant was quiet. The music flowed slowly, feeling comfort.

She ordered milk, fried dough sticks, strawberry sauce, and buns.

Mary Wright ordered a glass of juice and freshly baked bread.

She looked over and saw that he had only taken a bowl of porridge. He ate elegantly and slowly.

A man only ate so little.

Frowning, she handed the fries over and pushed them in front of him. Before she could say anything, Mary Wright said, "He never likes fried food."

"I see." Harriet Smith handed over the buns again.

"He doesn't like onions." Mary Wright spoke again.

"Where are the carrots? You don't like it, either?"

"He still doesn't like to eat carrots..."

Hearing this, Harriet Smith glanced at Beau Wright, raised her eyebrows, and said, "How can a man be so picky?"

Mary Wright explained with a smile, "Everyone has their own taste. That's normal."

Beau Wright didn't seem to hear their conversation. He glanced at the food in front of Harriet Smith, bent his slender fingers, and knocked on the table. "Eat..."

"Are we in a hurry?"

"Why do you ask?" He raised his eyebrows. From the beginning to the end, he didn't even look at Mary Wright.

"Haven't you heard that it's very impolite to urge others to eat quickly ?"

His thin lips curled up slightly. He was a little curious. "It's the first time I've heard it, but who said this?"

Harriet Smith thought carefully for a moment. Not only did she not think about it, but she also suppressed her blush. She coughed awkwardly and then calmed down. She didn't say anything else and just ate breakfast quietly.