You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 80 Seeing an Unbelievable Scene

Instead of staying in the living room, Harriet Smith went straight back to her room and turned on the TV,

waiting for the New Year's Program.

Since she was not at home for the first year, she was not used to it. She was a little lonely.

It used to be very lively at home with a family of five around the TV.

When the program was over, the whole family rested together, not to mention how lively it was.

As for now, she was the only one sitting in a spacious room, staring at the large LED screen which

was much clearer to see but without the usual New Year's Eve atmosphere.

Beau Wright came out of the study with a document and saw the slender figure of a woman sitting on

the sofa. She was idly pressing the remote control, but she was clearly full of loneliness.

With an idea in mind, he walked over and sat beside her. He asked casually, "What are you looking

at?"

"I'm waiting for the New Year's Program." Harriet Smith said faintly, but she was not as cold as she had

been in the past few days.

"What time does it start?" Beau Wright crossed his legs on the sofa.

She thought to herself, "This man must have never seen the New Year's Program before. He has the

most contact with documents."

Looking at the clock, she replied, "It's eight o'clock. It'll start in 20 minutes."

"There will be fireworks outside at the moment, so if you're really bored, go and watch them first." His

voice was a little soft.

"Where can I see it?" She was suddenly interested, brightened up, and finally cheered up a bit.

His long and slender hand signaled for her to the balcony. He said, "From that angle, it seems to be the

best..."

She put down the remote control and walked in the direction he was pointing. She stood on the

balcony, facing the cold wind, and shrank slightly.

Sure enough, in just a few moments, fireworks rose and descended from the night sky like flowers with

colorful branches.

It was really beautiful!

For the first New Year alone, there should something she liked to make up for the lack in her heart, and

it was nice to enjoy the fireworks.

The fireworks almost never stopped. All kinds of this lit up the dark night as bright as day.

Turning around, He looked over through the French window. Her profile was slightly raised, revealing a

beautiful arc. Her hair was gently blown by the night wind. When the huge fireworks were in full bloom,

the smile on her face was bright and moving...

It seems that it is not she who is watching the fireworks, but, rather, they have become her companion,

a person more delicate than the flowers.

His heartstrings plucked, he looked at her, uncrossed his legs, then, with slow steps, walked towards

her...

And at that very moment, the mobile screen capture flashed and vibration came from it.

It was Mary Wright...

However, it only vibrated and made no sound. Naturally, no one knew that there was a reminder.

However, it lasted for a long time. It was not until a long time later that the phone finally stopped

vibrating and no reminders...

In front of her, Beau Wright stopped and looked up from the gorgeous fireworks in the night sky to her

white and charming face.

At this time, huge fireworks rose in the night sky. They were blue, purple, pink, yellow, and green. They

gradually spread out and then intertwined together, like beautiful dandelions.

In the end, the sky was still bright yellow, illuminating the whole sky.

Even her face was lit up in an instant.

His eyes grew deep, and as he cupped her chin. He bent so slightly that kissed her directly.

He moved forward and pressed her against the balcony railing.

Her actions were so sudden that she didn't expect them at all. She was stunned for a moment, then

twisted and struggled.

But the man had no intention of letting go and held her even tighter.

There was no chance to even fight back, and the force of her struggle faded into nothingness.

Behind them were brilliant fireworks. Standing on the balcony, they enjoyed the brilliant moonlight.

They kissed, and there was also the occasional sound of firecrackers.

After a long time, Harriet Smith felt that she couldn't breathe and was about to faint, he finally let go of

her slowly.

She gasped for breath, and her anger could be seen in her eyes, glaring hard at him, her cheeks

flushed crimson.

He smiled faintly, his forehead pressed against hers, their eyes met, the hot breath from his nose fell on

her face, he looked at her with deep affection.

Turning her head to the side, she avoided him, steadied her breathing, and said, "Mr. Wright, we need

to talk."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"I think we can't continue like this..."

"How is it?" Beau Wright raised his eyebrows.

"Our marriage is just a deal. You can't suddenly touch me as you did just now and take advantage of NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

me." She said.

Beau Wright narrowed his deep eyes. "Have we gone to the Civil Service Bureau to register?"

This was the truth. She could not deny it and nod.

"Did we get the marriage certificate?" He continued.

She still nodded. The marriage certificate was locked in the drawer of the bedside table.

"Since we are a legal couple, what can't they do?" He asked back.

She pursed her lips and felt that there was no point in continuing this topic with him. It was just a waste

of time.

The only thing she could do was to try her best.

The fireworks were also put to an end, and Harriet Smith turned around and walked back to her room,

just as the New Year's program was starting to be broadcast live.

However, as soon as she sat down on the sofa, she suddenly felt a weight on her leg.

She lowered her head and saw the man lying on the sofa with his head on her legs as a pillow.

Seeing this, she deliberately shook her legs, not wanting him to sleep on it.

Her somewhat childish actions made the man feel amused and helpless, he massaged his brow, the

paper held in his right hand tapped her forehead slightly punitively, his voice was soft and gentle, "Mrs.

Wright, I'm tired, be good ......"

A softer approach would work better for her and his gentle expression and soft voice, which seemed to

be mixed with a faint doting, immediately hit her heart.

She didn't move her legs and maintained that posture. She watched TV, and he lay on her legs,

reading documents.

The atmosphere in the room was faint, but it didn't make people feel cold. Instead, it was warm, soft,

and beautiful...

In front of the huge French window, Mary Wright was curled up into a ball on the couch.

Just now, in this place, she could clearly see the two people hugging and kissing on the balcony. "