Only you in my love

Chapter 51 It's Mine

John replied Vivian indifferently without any expression on his face.

Seeing that Vivian looked at John affectionately, Nina felt a little depressed. Noticing that Michelle was

still bending over, she couldn't help but get a little angry. "John, Mickey is still bending over."

Don't only care about childhood sweetheart, but ignore Michelle who sincerely express her thanks.

"It doesn't matter. Dad and mom taught me to express thanks sincerely. Thank you, Uncle John." But

she really couldn't hold on any longer. Her two straight legs were a little painful.

It was all her fault that she seldom exercised herself.

"Okay." He glanced at Michelle and reluctantly agreed. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

He wouldn't have talked to her if his little girl hadn't spoken to him.

However, John looked at Michelle frighteningly. This feeling was deeply experienced by James, as if

they had stolen some treasure from John.

"Thank you, Uncle John. Can we have dinner now?" It seemed that Michelle was not smart. She didn't

notice the frightening eyes of John at all. Instead, she pointed at the seat on the table and smiled

sweetly.

"Sit down." John said.

Michelle immediately sat down, pulling the Nina to sit next to her, and Vivian sat beside John.

Before Nina's buttocks touched the chair, John waved at her and ordered, "Sit here."

The man's big hand patted the position beside him.

This made Vivian, who was originally planning to sit next to John, feel embarrassed. She covered her

embarrassment with a smile and leaned to the side, behaving gracefully.

She was not reconciled at all. What's the relationship between Nina and her Brother John?

She dared to call Brother John's name. Instead of blaming her, Brother John did as she said.

Brother John even asked her to sit next to him. What was the relationship between the two?

"Brother John, which family are these two ladies from?" Vivian smiled at John and looked at Nina and

Michelle gently.

She was sure that these two people were not the daughters of the rich and powerful families in LC City,

but she didn't know which small family they were from.

Nina didn't go over. John frowned and looked calm. His eyes liked a deep and vast lake, which had an

impulse to drag people into the lake. Nina couldn't tell how he was feeling, but she felt that...... He was

angry.

She just didn't go there. Why was he angry?

Isn't his childhood sweetheart good?

After a long time, John slowly opened his mouth, "One is from my family, and the other is James's

friend."

"Your family?" Suppressing the impulse in her heart, Vivian looked at Nina and Michelle. Which of

these two belonged to his family? What did he mean?

Vivian couldn't believe what she had heard.

Smart as Michelle was, she raised her hand and explained, "I'm a friend of James. Nini is from Uncle

John's family."

"What?" Vivian murmured. She thought she had misheard, so she looked at Nina in disbelief.

What did she mean that Nini was from Brother John's family?

It seemed that Nina had been dragged into the lake by John's eyes. What was stirred in her heart was

not only ripples, but also small waves patting her heart.

Just now, she felt that John came and opened the door of her heart, but she was so sensitive that she

couldn't help but want to push him out. Nina was a little flustered, as if thousands of ants were crawling.

Since she knew him, she had always been teased or bullied by him. She didn't seem to hate this

feeling, but she was afraid that this feeling would penetrate into her heart and open her heart.

Therefore, she had never taken this matter seriously. But now, John introduced Nina to his childhood

sweetheart, saying that Nina was from John's family.

What did he mean?

It was nonsense.

"I'm not from his family." The idea popped out of her mind and she blurted it out.

After saying that, Nina pursed her lips and seemed to be a little regretful.

But as soon as she said that, she could only remind herself that she was still married and could not

have any entanglement with others.

The reason why John said so might be that she had hit his brain last night.

After successfully brainwashing herself, Nina returned to calm. She patted Michelle's head with one

hand, gritted her teeth and said, "Mickey, can you stop talking nonsense? I'm married."

"But you...... Hmmm... " Aren't you going to divorce?

Nina put her hand over Michelle's mouth that Michelle failed to say the last sentence. Then Nina turned

to Vivian with a smile, "Miss Vivian, forget it. They have been abnormal recently. Please have a seat.

You just sit next to John."

After saying that, Nina took her hand away and looked down with a smile. She didn't dare to look at the

eyes of John. She could observe a person's psychological reaction through micro expressions, but she

didn't dare to look at the eyes that would disturb her judgment.

John's eyes would disturb her judgement.

His eyes seemed to be able to see through the world and the secrets in the bottom of people's hearts.

It was all up to whether he was willing to know or not.

It was as if John had turned into a cold jade statue. His thin red lips were half pursed, and a touch of

chilly air condensed beside him.

John felt a little annoyed. Did the little girl want to push him away?

No way!

He didn't fulfill her expectations.

"I say you are from Shi family." With a faint smile at the corners of his mouth, John wouldn't let his little

girl escape.

If this person really dared to escape, he would have to tie her back and treat her at home.

"Yes. Uncle John is always right. Nina, sit there quickly." Michelle was not a fool. After taking a look at

Vivian, Michelle knew that Vivian liked Uncle John, but Uncle John liked Nini.

Nini also liked Uncle John. They were willing to be together, so Vivian had to step aside.

"Mickey!" Nini raised her voice, but Michelle didn't care. She pushed Nina over and said, "Uncle John,

take care of her."

The fragrance of the young girl lingered in his nose, and the little girl he was cared about was sitting

next to him. John smiled lightly, and his hatred for Michelle was disappeared a little.

Michelle was useful at the critical moment.

With an ambiguous smile on Michelle's face, she turned around and took Vivian's hand to the opposite

seat. "Miss Vivian, let's sit here."

Michelle no longer called her pretty sister.

Vivian withdrew her hand, unwilling to change the seat, but she had to pretend to be a magnanimous

lady. "Okay."

She was the eldest daughter of Ye family, a model of the ladies in the circle. How could she panic for a

little thing?

Just now, Nina said she was married.

A married woman was no longer qualified to compete with her.

Even if Brother John liked Nina and forced her to be his underground lover, so what? After all, the two

of them didn't have a good reputation.

The one who could be married to Brother John was the last winner and their marriage should be

protected by the law.

She, Vivian, was always the winner.

Vivian, who didn't care about Nina, might not know that. According to her, Nina was already half a

winner.

Vivian sat down elegantly and didn't say anything. She didn't want to be hated by John.

"Brother John, what would you like to drink?" Vivian turned over the page of red wine with a serious

look. When she didn't see the favorite red wine, she frowned slightly and said, "There is no red wine

here that Brother John like."

Nina sat next to John. Every time she heard Vivian call him Brother John, she felt a little

uncomfortable?

If someone feel uncomfortable, he should learn to express himself. Hold it in his heart and feel really

sorry for himself.

"John, why doesn't Miss Nina have the same last name as you?" All of a sudden, a question came to

Nina's mind. She tilted her head and asked with confusion.

It seemed that John had seen Nina's skillful acting when she beat Isabella. Nina's eyes were shining

with excitement.

Little girl should be more lively.

"Why do you have the same last name?" John chose to act with her.

"Didn't she call you brother?" Nina looked confused.