Wife is a Lawyer

Chapter 1523 Group Picnic [5]

For so many years, he was so single-mindedly devoted to Adriana that he wasn't interested in anyone

at all.

But in the end, because of Brenda, it made him change his attitude a lot.

At least, now treat Adriana, there is no longer that obsessive love.

Take up the 'love' and learn to put down.

"You have recently been in Waverly for a while, might as well arrange a few meetings with you? Tall,

short, fat and thin, like what kind of, brother a few are arranged for you, okay?"

Peter said.

"No need. I don't think I'll need it."

"Shit, no more? So you're already seeing someone?"

"Alvin, not enough of a brother to hide it so well."

Zac and Peter said with discontent.

Alvin raised his hand and pushed the frame of his glasses, smiling, "Next time, next time."

"Okay, next time you don't see me, you don't go back to Waverly." Zac warned.

Because of the slow speed of a group of people going up the mountain, taking care of Flora's physical

condition, Edward several brothers are taking turns carrying Flora up the mountain.

The good thing is that we have a good relationship, Flora is also a few 'brother' look up to grow up,

naturally to her a few more care.

And Rene and Hank and Jackson were miserable.

All single dogs, no one loves and no one looks a bit pathetic.

"Brother, people are dragging their families over here, what are we doing here?" Jackson flicked his

sleeve to wipe the sweat from his forehead, carrying a barbecue, carrying a case of beer, and rambling

discontentedly.

"You can shut up about it. I'm still carrying two beers, what did I say?" Hank disliked a sentence, "Soon,

smoke you that little out, usually all for nothing practice."

Rene is a girl, so it was naturally much easier to go up the mountain carrying only disposable plates

and chopsticks.

She stepped forward and walked around Hank to Jackson's side and said, "Dongzi, here, give me the

grill, you carry this, it's lighter."

"Hahahaha, Sister Rene, you're so nice, hahaha, thank you."

Jackson was so happy that he immediately handed the barbecue to Rene and took the bag in Rene's

hand, feeling much more relaxed, "Sister Rene is still the best to me."

"What's the point of being polite to me, how insulting."

Rene laughs.

The two of them were laughing and joking in Hank's eyes, he was not satisfied, "Hey Rene, why don't

you help me? Don't forget the day before yesterday, I went to buy spicy chicken head for you in the

middle of the night. Why are you turning your back on me?"

As soon as he heard Hank's words, Jackson immediately stopped in his tracks and looked back at

Jackson and Rene, raised his eyebrows and looked as if to say: "Oh no, you guys have a situation, yo?

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Hank and Rene understood Jackson's meaning in a second and gave a light rebuke in unison.

Jackson skimmed the corner of his mouth, "Ch, this degree of tacit understanding, say no situation,

who believes."

"Shut up!"

"Get out!"

Rene and Jackson dislike each other again.

Jackson instantly felt a little redundant and gave the two a white look, "Let's go let's go, no fun."

Rene's cold eyes turned to Hank, "Can you keep your brother's mouth shut?"

"Hey, what kind of talk is that? The mouth is on Jackson, not on me."

" Then you are the brother, who cares if you don't!"

"I saw you being active when you were carrying the stuff earlier." Hank disliked it.

Rene was angry enough, "Right?"

She suddenly pursed her lips at Hank and then leaned over, placing the grill directly in front of him,

"Bye."

With those words, she quickly trotted away.

"Hey, Rene, come back here. If you don't carry it, who will?"

Because up the mountain are carrying things, walking, Hank, Jackson and Rene three people walked

to walk behind.

Hank looked back at no one behind him and then at the grill on the ground and just felt smoke coming

out of his seventh heaven.

Rene ran a few steps, stopped, and stood on the steps with his arms crossed, looking down at Hank,

"Call out sis, and I'll help you."

"What do you mean help me? It's not yours?"

"What, carry up and bake something you do not eat?"

"I ......"

Hank was momentarily speechless and muttered in a small voice, "No reason to argue three points."

"What did you say?" Rene didn't hear clearly.

Hank's heart is suffocated, but 'the man who knows the time is a good man', he forced a smile, "Oh oh,

no, nothing. Rene ...... sister, just help me?"

"Didn't hear it."

Rene wrapped his arms around his chest and inclined his head to look away, deliberately making

things difficult.

Seeing this scene, Hank gritted his teeth in anger.

"Damn woman, better not fall into my hands, or I'll fix you up."

Hank was angry and helpless, muttered a small voice, and then smiled flatteringly, "Sister Rene, can

you help?"

"That's more like it."

Rene came down the steps, walked over to Hank and helped him carry the grill.

The two then continued up the stairs.

As she walked, she suddenly heard an ouch and looked back to see Hank sitting on the ground.

"Hiss, phew, my foot."

He grimaced in pain, but the two beers were pretty well protected.

Rene saw that he didn't look like he was pretending and immediately asked, "How are you, are you

okay?"

"Nothing, just a broken foot. Ouch, it hurts like hell."

Hank set the wine aside and rubbed his ankle, pretending to be in pain.

"They've all gone far away."

Rene glanced back and saw that they had gone around the corner of the steps and were out of sight.

Then, pull out his cell phone, "I'll give them a call and have them come over and help you."

"No, no need."

Hank took her hand in his, "Don't fight. A few of them men have to take care of Flora, and the girls are

delicate, so it's better if I do it myself."

"So you ...... can do it?"

Rene was a little worried about Hank's situation.

Looking at Hank standing up, struggling to lift two pieces of beer, walking with a slight limp, even up the

stairs with a slight limp, Rene said at once, "Forget it, give me a beer, you carry the grill."

The grill is a little lighter, at least to reduce some of the burden.

"Is that okay?"

Hank looked incredulous.

"What can or can not, your feet are not convenient, let's walk slower on it."

Rene said as he picked up a beer and went upstairs.

She was a girl, carrying a piece of beer up the steps, naturally very laborious, but in order to relieve

Hank's burden, she gritted her teeth and held on.

Hank, who was standing in place, looked at her back and then at the barbecue grill on the ground and

raised his eyebrows, thinking: Isn't it a bit unkind to bully a girl like that?

"Still not going? Is it impossible to walk? If not, I'd better call them."

Rene was really uneasy.

"It's okay, it'll work, it'll work."

Hank lifted his beer and grill and limped up the stairs, seemingly in good shape.

Seeing this, Rene's hanging heart dropped, "I was really scared just now. It's a good thing you just fell

on the steps, if you tumble down the hill can be dangerous."