You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 85 I Will Stay Here with You

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 NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

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."

Most of them were older women. When they saw Beau Wright, they were all amazed and envious.

Sophia Scott was so lucky. How could her daughter find such a handsome son-in-law?

After staring at Beau Wright for a long time, they sat down and began to play the mahjong again.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Harriet Smith's eyebrows twitched slightly.

Beau Wright was dressed in a suit with a straight face and a noble temperament. However, he was

sitting in the middle of a group of women in their fifties. He elegantly touched the mahjong and then

pushed it with both hands. "I win..."

Vera Brion was so fascinated that she didn't even have a soul. A man playing mahjong could be so

charming!

By the time everyone left, it was already eight o'clock in the evening. It was time for them to leave and

return to the House of Wright.

However, Harriet Smith was a little reluctant to part with them. After all, she hadn't been home for a

long time.

Beau Wright noticed her expression. He tidied up his suit with his well-defined hands and raised his

eyebrows. "Don't you want to go back?"

Hearing this, Harriet Smith frowned. Was her expression so obvious?

"It's not that I don't want to go back. I just want to stay here for one night and go back tomorrow." She

slowly opened her mouth with some melancholy.

"Since you wish to stay, we can stay for one night before returning..." He said so.

With a happy look on her face, Harriet Smith said with a smile, "Okay, then be careful on the way home

and be careful."

Beau Wright was a little displeased that his attitude had changed so obviously. He frowned and looked

at her calmly. "Who said I'm going home, Mrs. Wright?"

"What do you mean?"

"Of course, I live here too. Let's go back together tomorrow..." He slowly but naturally threw out a

sentence.

Harriet Smith was very confused. "Mr. Wright, where are you going to sleep?"

Raising his handsome eyebrows, Beau Wright pulled the corner of his mouth, lazily and casually, and

slowly said, "Where is Mrs. Wright sleeping at night?"

"Of course, it's my room." Her answer was natural.

"So, where do you think I will sleep at night, Mrs. Wright?" He asked meaningfully.

Harriet Smith's eyebrows couldn't help but twitch. She couldn't help swallowing her saliva. "Could it be

what I guessed?"

"Are you going to sleep in my room?"

Beau Wright was still staring at her with his deep eyes. He stared at her with interest and chuckled.

"You are indeed Mrs. Wright. You are indeed smart..."

Hearing this, she pinched the finger beside her and tried to persuade him. "My room is very small. You

will definitely not sleep well."

"I don't mind. Why do you mind, Mrs. Wright?"

"…" He didn't mind, but that didn't mean she didn't mind!

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

ask Mom and Dad?"

There was no need to ask. As long as he asked, his parents would definitely agree. How could they

refuse?

"Whatever you want, Mr. Wright." She said peevishly and then turned to the bathroom.

Beau Wright slowly walked into the room on the left and looked around. The room was very small but

very clean and tidy.

There was a light green window, a bed with a rose-red sheet on it, a wardrobe, and a desk in the room,

but the windowsill was full of unknown flowers.

It was simple, warm, and fragrant.

He stood at the desk, flipping through her course registration. The handwriting was delicate, and one

could tell that she was very serious at a glance.

Well, Mrs. Wright did look like a serious woman...

When Harriet came out of the bathroom wearing pajamas, the man was taking a catnap on the bed.

She frowned and felt that she could not understand him at all. House of Wright had such a good

condition, but he had to live in her small room.

She walked over, gently pushed his shoulder. "I've taken a shower. Do you want to take a shower?"

"No..." He shook his head. In fact, he had mysophobia.

"The bed in my room is too small. You've seen it. Are you sure you can sleep?" She said.

The room was very small, and there was only a single bed. How could she and he sleep in it?

"Bed is dead, man is alive. We could figure it out of course..."

She crossed her arms around her chest and took a few steps back, looking at him calmly, and said,

"Come on, Mr. Wright has a good idea."

Beau took a deep look at her and said slowly, "I'll sleep in the bed, and Mrs. Wright can sleep on me..."

"…" Is that all?

After a whole day of hard work, Harriet was really tired. At this time, she didn't care too much and lay in

the bed first.

Raising his eyebrows, he walked forward, took off his shoes, and got into the bed too. But for him, the

bed was obviously a little small. He could hardly stretch his long legs and could only curl up.

Immediately, it became increasingly crowded in the bed. If the two of them lay flat, they would definitely

not be able to sleep well.

She had no choice but to lie on her side, but she deliberately turned her back to him, her cheeks

clinging to the wall. "