My Love, Enlighten me

Chapter 149 Please, Help Me, My Dear.

Carl found that there were many similar problems on the Internet.

The results were as follows:

"How long has you said uncle?"

"It's impossible. Before you let him kneel, you kneel first."

"Naive."

"Once someone asked this question, and then...He's dead. "

“…”

It was all bullshit.

Carl read many similar posts and found that the comments were like these.

There was also a post starter who posted this kind of question back to feedback the follow-up situation, with only one sentence: "Be a son is good! QAQ!"

Carl put his cell phone aside and sat down to process the documents.

He was also desperate that he can not defeat Kenny.

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It took Kenny 20 minutes to get home.

The make-up artists didn't want to leave.

Gloria had to treat them with the tea in the living room, while she went to the kitchen to make dinner.

When Kenny came back, they had drunk a lot of tea. When they saw Kenny again, they seemed to see the Savior: "Young master!"

Kenny glanced at them and asked the bodyguard: "how about the young lady?"

"In the kitchen." The bodyguard pointed to the kitchen.

Gloria was reading the recipe. She was thinking about some new dishes recently. She was going to make one tonight.

As she was reading, she heard steady footsteps outside the door.

It was magical that, as soon as she heard the footsteps, she knew that it was Kenny who came back.

She pretended not to find out and continued to focus on her recipe.

Kenny went over and saw the recipe she was holding. He saw the name of the dish on it. He raised up his eyebrows slightly and said, "balsam pear brewed mousse?"

"You're back." Gloria didn’t look back but said in a cold voice.

Kenny took away the book in her hand and held it up. Gloria turned around and tried to stand on tiptoe to get the book. As a result, Gloria was much shorter than him and can't touch the book at all.

Gloria was angry before. Now she was more irritated.

She kicked at Kenny's leg angrily: "give me back the recipe!"

"You would rather read the menu than see me?" Kenny raised up his eyebrows and said something unreasonable in a serious tone.

Gloria raised up her chin and stared at him: "yes, I'm tired of seeing you."

Kenny laughed instead of being angry. He put the recipe aside, lowered his head and kiss on Gloria’s lips. He held her before she reacted.

In a low voice, he whispered in her ear, "don't you want to help me? Please help me at dinner party, my wife. " Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

His voice was deep and pleasant. He lowered his voice deliberately, so that the sound the "wife" added a bit of drowning tenderness.

Gloria felt her ear was itchy. She reached out to touch the ear. Kenny was like to guess she would have this action. He took her hand quietly and kissed on her ear lightly: "Do you want to attend the dinner party?"

"Gloria shrank neck because of itch. She said loudly," Yes, I will go!”

"Thank you." Kenny just let her go.

Gloria’s ears were sensitive, now already red. Kenny couldn't help but reach out to pinch it.

Gloria was angry and hit his hand: "don't do that. I want to try the dress."

Kenny didn't talk, just looked at her and smiled.

He seemed to have found her another weakness.

"What's funny? Stop laughing!" Gloria rudely him away pushed and went out.

After trying five sets of dresses, she finally had one that satisfied the stylist.

In the words of the stylist, everything looked good but she thought Gloria can find a better one.

Sitting in front of the mirror and making up, Gloria finally calmed down.

Kenny was just using a honey-trap?

He seemed to act cutesy?

Compared with the usually gloomy cold face of the Kenny, he held her in his arms and lowered his voice to say "wife" before, who really acted cutesy.

A man like Kenny started to act cutesy. No woman can resist.

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After an hour, Gloria finally finished.

The stylist said with astonishment on his face: "You are so beautiful, young lady. Go downstairs to show to master Clarke!"

Gloria looked in the mirror.

Her dress was red, which made her skin white as if it could shine.

The bangs in front of the forehead were combed up and the bright and clean forehead was showed. There was a little curly hair on both sides of the cheek. The long straight hair at the back of the head was also made into a big curl. The whole person was very charming with the bright red lipstick.

When Gloria saw her in the mirror at the first time, she was surprised.

But after a minutes, she didn’t think it was different from the usual. Just this make-up made her look mature and charming.

When a woman wore a dress, she should have a pair of high-heeled shoes. Gloria didn't wear high- heeled shoes before. When she went downstairs, she had to walk holding the rails of the stairs.

Kenny has been sitting in the hall. Hearing the footsteps behind him, he looked back.

Gloria looked forward his prise. Tje stylist said she was so beautiful. Kenny would also think she was beautiful?

However, Kenny just looked at her for a few seconds, then he looked away and came to help her: "You are not used to wearing high heels."

Gloria nodded: "well, I haven't worn before."

The eight centimeter high-heeled shoes that the stylist selected for her, plus her height of one meter six seven, were now one meter seven five.

However, the height of Kenny was one meter eight eight, and the gap between them was more than 20 centimeters at ordinary times. Now Gloria wore high-heeled shoes, and the height gap between Kenny and Gloria was not so obvious.

She compared her height with that of Kenny.

Kenny didn't pay attention to these things. He turned to the stylist behind her and asked, "change her shoes. No high heels."

Stylist was a bit embarrassed: "but if she doesn't wear high heels, the matching effect will be a little bit worse..."

"Then we don't go," Kenny said without expression

"Ah?" Gloria was in z daze: " where?"

"Don't go to the party. The stylist said you have to wear high heels if we go to the party. You can't get used to it." Kenny looked at her with serious eyes and tone.

What!?

The idea of master Clarke has changed too casually.

"I think I can." Gloria said and walked around him a few steps.

She can't get used to wearing them. It was not that she didn't wear them. During her internship, the company asked her to wear high-heeled shoes. She also wore.

Kenny coughed softly and said, "Or change your clothes and make up again."

All of a sudden, the stylists behind them began to laugh in a low voice. Gloria understood something all of a sudden.