You Are My Mr Wright

Vera Brion saw the interaction between the two of them and let out a long sigh. How had she never met such a man before?

After lunch, she had nothing to do. Vera Brion's hands were a little itchy and she suggested, "Come and play Mahjong."

Anyway, Harriet Smith had nothing to do, so she agreed.

Henry Smith, Sophia Scott, Vera Brion, and Harriet Smith sat around the mahjong table, while Beau Wright sat behind her, leaning lazily and watching her.

Harriet Smith's luck was indeed good, and she had never lost.

But Vera Brion couldn't bear it, so she let them change their seats. Harriet Smith watched Beau Wright playing.

She had no choice but to change her seat and sit next to Beau Wright.

At first, Beau Wright didn't understand the rules of mahjong at all. He lost one after another. Harriet Smith sat there and paid for the three of them.

After a while, there was not much money left for him.

Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore. She leaned over and guided him.

After three or four rounds, Beau Wright found the rules and won a lot of money back.

Harriet Smith sat next to him, smiling and counting money, which made Vera Brion's teeth itch.

"Kimono..."

He pushed the mahjong in front of him with his beautiful and slender fingers. Beau Wright spat out the word with his thin lips. The smile in his eyes spread, and he was a little happy.

Vera Brion went to find her wallet again, feeling weak all over. Henry Smith couldn't help but cough a few times. He had lost a lot.

At this time, there was a knock on the door. Harriet Smith opened the door and saw a group of friends of Sophia Scott.

Sophia Scott shook her head and waved her hand. Her words were full of pride and showing off. "I can't play with you. My waist hurts now. You can play with my son-in-law."

they saw Beau Wright, they were

How could her daughter find such a handsome

Beau Wright for a long time, they sat down and

scene in front of her, Harriet

of a group of women in their fifties. He elegantly touched

she didn't even have a soul. A man playing mahjong could be

in the evening. It was time for them to leave and

them. After all, she hadn't

expression. He tidied up his suit with his well-defined hands and raised his eyebrows. "Don't you

Smith frowned. Was her expression so

I don't want to go back. I just want to stay here for one night and go

stay, we can stay for one night

look on her face, Harriet Smith said with a smile, "Okay,

changed so obviously. He frowned and looked at her calmly. "Who

you mean?"

back together tomorrow..." He slowly

very confused. "Mr. Wright, where are you going

of his mouth, lazily and casually, and slowly said, "Where is Mrs. Wright sleeping at night?"

it's my room." Her answer was

where do you think I will sleep at night, Mrs. Wright?"

help swallowing her

going to sleep in my room?"

was still staring at her with his deep eyes. He stared at her with interest and chuckled. "You are

the finger beside her and tried to persuade him. "My room

mind. Why do you

mind, but that

look at Mrs. Wright's room. Do you have any opinion? Or, do you want me to ask

asked, his parents would definitely agree. How

Mr. Wright." She said peevishly and