A Wedding That's Too Complicated

61.Hungry At the Banquet

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After almost no problem, he lifted up

corner the skirt and walk out of the waiting room slowly.

"I'm done!" Emily Aitken's voice came from the side.

George Smith looked up, his eyes slightly opened,

and a hint of surprise appeared under his eyes.

He stood up from his position, took out a small box that had been prepared beforehand, and walked over to Emily Aitken. After opening it, there was a pink pearl necklace in series with a large emerald in the center.

Stretched out his hand to caress her neck,

George Smith said in a low voice, "There is

the space is here, and this necklace is perfect!"

As soon as the sound came down, before Emily Aitken refused,

he walked right behind her, raised his long hair, and stopped when he saw the hollow design.

George Smith frowned, stop, stop,

and think for yourself.

"Is there a problem?" Emily Aitken asked involuntarily when she saw that she had been sluggish.

"I wonder if this dress is too much, and the time to change the dress is not enough." George Smith said as usual.

Emily Aitken was stunned when she heard those words,

then lowered his head, slightly tethered at the corner of his mouth.

He felt it too, but from his mouth

George Smith, he wanted to laugh inexplicably.

"Mr Smith! It's dark, if you put it off, then,

You'll be late!"

Emily Aitken could not help but remind.

George Smith naturally understood this reason, though,

and his good mood suddenly changed.

He stretched out his hand to let out

necklace from gift box, and move with

Soft around his neck.

The emerald was right in the middle of his neck and the length of his pearl was fitting, as if it were made especially for him.

Emily puts her long hair slowly behind her, George Smith standing behind her, suddenly possessive and sorry to let her be a female companion.

Seeing it like this, I wanted to hide it in a place where no one was, and it only became her own.

Geck, tok, tok!

"Lake in!"

George Smith said in a low voice.

"Mr Smith, it's time." Ms. Crawford pushed open the entrance, his eyes drooping, and he reminded gently.

The reason why he was able to stay with George Smith for so long was because he knew who he was, what he should see and what he should not see.

"Hm!" George Smith replied.

Take Emily Aitken to the elevator and head straight to the CNB Building underground parking lot.

Maybach is still familiar.

George Smith first helped him open the passenger seat door, then boarded the driver's seat from the other side, turned on the vehicle and left the CNB Building quickly.

In an instant, he arrived at the entrance of the Huasheng Hotel.

Hastily stepped forward respectfully

and open the door for the people in it.

Click!

The door of the co-pilot was wide open, and slender legs stretched out from within, his feet slowly landing.

George Smith got down first from the car, handed the key in his hand to the doorman standing at the side, bent down slightly and reached out to the side of the car.

A weak boneless slender hand was between his hands.

With a little help, Emily Aitken stood up, hooked George Smith's arm with a polite smile, followed him, walked on the red carpet, and walked towards the Hotel.

"Mr Smith! Please come in."

George Smith held the invitation card in his hand and handed it to the waiter on the side with a cold face, and the Hotel Manager was responsible for guiding the way.

Only he can get this kind of treatment.

Staring at the wrist space on his wrist, George Smith frowned slightly.

Click!

Standing at the banquet hall door, the manager stepped forward and the door opened.

The eyes inside instantly fused on the two people standing before the door. Or curious, or amazing.

George Smith was tall and slender, with a cold temperament. The figure of Emily Aitken is clearly visible by her dress and her face looks very beautiful. Standing together, the two were like golden girls.

Emily Aitken was a little nervous, her fingers gripping George Smith's sleeves tightly.

He seemed to feel something, turned his head, glanced at Emily Aitken, who was standing at the side, with a somewhat hazy look, raised his hand and patted the back of his hand, and whispered, "Don't be afraid! There's me. "

For some reason, his heart, which was beating nervously, instantly calmed down.

"Come with me!"

George Smith whispered and walked in with Emily Aitken.

Soon, many people came forward to speak, mostly

of them were the people in the shopping mall.

A meal like this for them is to open up business opportunities, so naturally they have to take advantage of these opportunities.

Emily Aitken noticed the food on the near side in front of her, but she suffered from following George Smith's side and had no chance to taste it.

Suddenly, the hunger in the stomach was overwhelming.

"Geogres! This, this?" A 30 or 40-year-old man in a dark blue suit walked in front of George Smith with his female counterpart. After greeting her, she turned her gaze and looked at Emily Aitken at the side and asked gently. Taoist.

There was a little curiosity in his eyes.

"Uncle, this is my girlfriend today, Emily Aitken." George Smith's expression remained unchanged and he explained gently.

Although he was called a cousin by George Smith, he was just a distant relative who could not be defeated by the eight posts. It was just that his family was kind to the old man from the Smith family at first, and he had the same last name as Geogre, so he had a connection with his face.

George Smith's cousin, who was screaming for himself everywhere, was not for the sake of the Smith family's father, George Smith would have knocked him out.

"Where do you find the beautiful, it's really beautiful." James Smith looked at Emily Aitken from top to bottom with a glass of wine, her mouth unclean.

Facing her greasy eyes and looking up and down, Emily Aitken could not help but she only heard George Smith call her cousin.

He could only tolerate it silently, forcing himself to turn his head and not look at it.

"James Smith, if you still want to use the Smith family title, keep your mouth shut. He's my guy, not everyone can talk bad." George Smith's face suddenly slumped when he heard those words and he said without further ado.

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