Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies
Chapter 1139: Jay Jones

George nodded his head.

"Of course it's you, who else can be worthy of my confession but you?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Eric turned around and ran downstairs.

If it wasn't for George's quick hands and eyes, he wouldn't have been able to stop it.

"What are you running for, didn't I say this is a confession for you, why are you running, don't you like me?"

So the first reaction to learning that it was a confession for him was to run away?

"I came without packing!" Eric was so excited that he was incoherent, "If I had known that the object of my confession was me, I would have changed into a very formal suit, the suit I had for my friend's funeral before was very nice, I spent thirty thousand on it.

No, that kind of suit on this occasion to wear is not a bit not suitable, then I go to buy a new set, I do not know if it is still too late to customize ......"

George clutched Eric's hand, his voice gentle but full of strength.

"It's okay, you can wear whatever you want."

Because several years later recalling this confession, no one will remember what they were wearing at the time.

What I still remember is how I felt at the time, and the person who confessed to me.

"Wouldn't it make sense to wait until you're seventy, eighty, and you can still stand in front of me in this and hear me confess again?" George said.

Eric then fell silent.

It was only after a long time that he opened his mouth and asked, "Really, you really don't mind?"

"Why should I mind?" George asked rhetorically, "You promised me that the purpose would be served, doesn't that make it better?"

After a pause and added, "Speaking of which, you haven't answered me yet, are you a yes, or a no?"

"I'll take care of you for the rest of your life." Eric said with a nod.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Max pulled out a button directly from his bag and pressed it fiercely.

At once, the rooftop bloomed open a lot of cold fireworks, although it was daytime, but you can also glimpse their beauty.

The whole rooftop was enveloped by this beauty.

Hearing the signal, Bonnie and the others also came out from the stairwell and clapped their hands at George and Eric.

As for the five children, they carried baskets and scattered flower petals to the two.

This scene, as if married.

Max rubbed his chin with satisfaction, "I'm really worthy of it, the ultimate secret to make girls happy at the Capital is used, and George succeeded in one go!" With that, Max left first.

The fact that he came to help George was kept a secret from Rachel.

So, gotta get out before Rachel gets here.

Riding the elevator straight to the underground garage, Haris was already waiting in the car.

When he saw Max return, he greeted him respectfully, "Mr. Pearson, how did today's confession...... go?"

The question was asked in a subtle and euphemistic way.

And Max witnessed someone else's happiness, simply happier than if he had chased a girl.

He even clenched his fist and hammered his thigh, proudly saying, "Of course it worked, ah, this Mr. Pearson out, there are still people who can not take? "Haris, you are not seeing, just now George can be happy!"

George could not wait to get up from his wheelchair and do a hundred back flips after his favorite person.

Haris tone is a bit tangled, "I'm glad I didn't go up to see, my fragile old heart, can't stand this tossing ah!"

"Haris, that's what's wrong with you, so all love should be respected, okay?" Max said.

Haris sighed, "I'll get used to it. By the way Mr. Pearson, so this matter, are you going to tell His Lordship and Madam?"

Max was full of clouds, "Why should I tell them both about this, it's not a big deal, no need to say."

After a pause, he added, "But if they know and have to ask me, it's okay for me to talk about it."

Isn't there an old Weskiney saying that a gift is a gift.

I believe his parents will be proud of him when they know about this!

Haris' feelings were further complicated.

Mr. Pearson not only has a boyfriend, but also has to hide it from His Lordship and his wife, hey, how can this be?

If he secretly reported to tell the master and lady, but also looks like a spy.

But if you don't say it, you'll be blamed by the master and lady, and you'll be blamed for it.

Torn by hesitation, Haris then thought of another person.

That's right!

Get Jay Jones!