You Are My Mr Wright

"Yes..." There is a touch of impishness in his low voice. Then, he raised his eyebrows and said, "As a teacher, you should be good at performing and adapting. I naturally believe in Miss Smith..."

"Mr. Wright, who told you that a teacher should be good at performing and adapting? Do you think I'm a wild survivor?" She retorted angrily.

"Miss Smith does know a lot..." With a smile on his thin lips, Beau Wright started the car and left.

How could this person be so dominant? He couldn't listen to anyone else at all. She frowned and muttered in her heart.

However, when he finally left, the corner of his mouth was slightly raised. In Harriet Smith's eyes, it looked more attractive... After work in the afternoon, Harriet Smith walked out of the school. A middle-aged man in a suit came over and blocked her way.

She frowned in confusion. Just as she was about to speak, the man spoke first, "Miss Smith, I'm Secretary Aaron. The president asked me to take you to your apartment."

She had no choice but to get in the car. She went home first to sort out some daily necessities and clothes.

Then, she went to the apartment with Secretary Aaron.

There was no one in the large and luxurious apartment. She pulled her suitcase and stood in the living room. Secretary Aaron had left.

Standing there, Harriet Smith was a little stunned and hesitant. When she thought that they were going to live in the same room, she felt a little unnatural and nervous.

But after thinking about it, she still couldn't escape. She gritted her teeth and walked into the room with her suitcase.

In the Charmed Bar.

The moving music was ear-piercing, and the men and women on the dance floor shook their bodies wantonly.

In the private room.

Kayson George and Arthur Andrew looked at the man on the sofa without blinking.

The suit jacket was casually placed on the sofa. Beau Wright was only wearing a black shirt, and his sleeves were slightly rolled up. His arms were firm and his lines were beautiful.

He clenched a glass of wine and raised his chin slightly, the wine was drunken.

"Damn it. It's Vogart, Poland. The concentration of alcohol is 90%. Why isn't he drunk yet?" Kayson George touched his chin.

"Compared to that question, I'm more curious about why he got together with Miss Smith and got married!" Arthur Andrew shrugged his shoulders in surprise.

"I'm also curious about this question, but I'm curious about tonight is the first day of the wedding night. Why did he come here to drink? Did he think of his aunt?"

The glass in Beau Wright's hand paused slightly, but it only lasted for a moment. Then it returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Kayson George's shoulder lightly and said in a low voice, "Do

Kayson George noticed something and

o'clock in

it was because of the change in the environment that she

had not come

and could not tell what kind of feeling she had in her

then, there was a knock on the door, and she stood up from the

at such a

only to see Arthur Andrew and

supported

said, "Mr.Wright just ended a business gathering. He drank

"We happened to be here,

ground by they calling her sister-in-law. She watched in a daze as the two

Mr.Wright to Miss Smith. You

him behind his back and said helplessly, "Miss Smith, don't take

he dragged Kayson

and

a lot, so he was drunk and unconscious. There was a touch of decadence

squatted down slightly and took off

always been mature and steady, but how could he be so

his slightly dry thin lips. After a pause, she turned around and walked out. When she

the bed, Harriet Smith poked his shoulder angrily. "Hey, get up

frowned, but she didn't respond at all. She poked him a few more

slightly red bloodshot, but more black as an inky mass, quenching black,

this, she was a little frightened. She looked away and stretched

over, an arm suddenly pressed her on the bed. With a clang, the cup

his arms again. Before she could

hands involuntarily grabbed

long time, he

could breathe fresh

like fire. When she recalled that she had indulged in his crazy kiss just now, she felt a little

struggled to get out of his arms, but after struggling for a long time,

lowered her

What responded to her was the steady and

helpless and could not break free. It was already two o'clock in the morning, and she could not resist the sleepiness. She leaned

quiet room, only the breathing of the two people could

in his arms tighter. His handsome face was buried in her neck. He