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Darling, Don't Get Rid of Me novel Chapter 133

After dinner, Harriet took a walk in the garden downstairs of the hospital on the excuse of helping digestion. Wesley accompanied her.

The afterglow was pouring down, the evening breeze was gentle, and many patients who have almost recovered were chatting in twos and threes downstairs. However, Harriet found that where Wesley went, the crowd were always quiet for a while.

That's for sure. After all, all people like to look at the handsome guy?

"You are so charming that you captured the whole people’s attention in the hospital by accident." After Harriet said it, she also noticed the jealousy in her tone.

Wesley looked at her: "Jealous?"

Perhaps because of the twilight, Harriet noticed that Wesley were tender.

"To be exact, I'm jealous. I'm beautiful enough but not as attractive as a man ." Harriet shook her head slightly.

As soon as the words were finished, a patient suddenly came to them and spoke bravely:"Mr. Smith! Hello, I admire you very much and hope to become a successful businessman like you in the future. So, could you please sign for me? I'll use this as a signal to motivate myself! "

This is a young female patient. Not only admiration was in her eyes, but also love!

She was so sincere. However, it's a pity that she was rejected by Wesley: "I'm not a star, it's meaningless to sign."

The female patient bowed her head and left with disappointment.

"Oh, how can Mr. Smith be so square? You see how she adore you. What's wrong with signing your name? " Harriet teased, " She ignore me, such a star, in front of you!"

Wesley glanced at her. "You can call her back."

"No." Harriet refused without thinking. After that, she found that her reaction was too fast. The man was looking at her with a smile and she didn't know what it meant.

They didn’t walk for a long time, because then someone followed the example of the female patient and came to chat with Wesley. Although the man's reaction was as cold as before, Harriet resolutely took him back to the ward.

She didn't know why, but she had the siren that her man maybe lured by others.

"You used to say that I am flirtatious, like the flower attracts bees and butterflies. In my opinion, you should use this word to yourself." Harriet sat on the bed, said enigmatically.

Wesley flipped through the magazine and said without looking up: "I just attract you."

"......"

Harriet's a brass, which never blushes easily. However, she found herself going red.

The second day, Molly came to help Harriet check-out in the morning.

"Molly, did Wesley ask you to do this?" Harriet said unconsciously, as she had breakfast.

Molly was busy sliding his mobile phone to read the entertainment news, and nodded after hearing the words, "Yes, Wesley also said that you can go to Pleasure after you recovery, and the procedures for signing the contract can be handled later."

Return to Pleasure?

Put the somewhat dubious rumor among Wesley and her aside, isn't it criticized to go back to Pleasure? The rumour that had just stopped before would surely go around again.

Thinking of this, Harriet said, "Let me think about it again."

Molly was stunned. "Think about it? Harriet, it's a good opportunity for you to return to Pleasure, isn't it? Unless you quit this field, other entertainment companies will not accept you if you leave Pleasure. Moreover, "Lady in the Eyes" has a good response, we should strive for another one. "

After listening to Molly's words, Harriet remembered that "Lady in the eye" premiered recently. It had released several episodes. But because she is worried about Colin, she had not paid attention to the response on the Internet.

She turned on her mobile phone to log on to the Internet and watched the comments below the TV series. She found that the polarization comments were particularly serious.

Some praised her for her performance skills, while the other swore her as "the other woman".

Among the hot comments, she found that the audience quarreled more and more. The only thing that made Harriet happy was that she had a lot of die-hard fans.

"Now, taking advantage of the popularity of this TV series, you should quickly do publicity and participate in activities, or take part in a variety show. In this aspect, Pleasure "will definitely give you a full support in film and TV series resources, so you'd better come back." Molly tried to persuade me.

However, Harriet had her own plans in the mind.

After discharge, Harriet went back to her apartment and knocked on the neighbor’s door. It's a long time before Len opened the door.

Harriet was surprised to see that the man's forehead was covered with a ring of gauze, and some bruises on his cheek. She was shock: "Len, what's the matter with you?"

There was helplessness on Len's face. At the beginning, he didn't want to say it. Only after Harriet's questioning, did he say it was caused by Fang and other people that night.

Harriet felt guilty and pulled him into the room, insisted on helping him change the gauze.

She associated that Wesley's style of doing things is the same as those of Fang. Once there is something fail to meet his request, he would deal with others at will, even in a way that ordinary people can't accept. Harriet was even more angry.

"Forget it, I'm weak, that’s the fact. None of those people are good guys." Len sighed heavily and admonished Harriet anxiously, "if you are with Wesley in the future, you should pay attention to your words and deeds, and don't offend him at will, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble."

"Who's going to be with him." Harriet's tone was flat.

Len was stunned, "Don't you go back to Pleasure?

Harriet frowned. "Why do you all think I'm going back to Pleasure?"

"I don't mean anything else. I just think that your TV series is popular recently. You can just go back and get new resources to promote yourself. I'm sure you will be more famous." Len was in a hurry to explain.

Harriet gave a slight smile and said, "More sarcasm, more famous?"

"It's better than ‘nobody’," Len said with a wry smile.

With that, he took a stack of information on the tea table and sighed.

"Look at this small company I've invested in. It's full of rookies. They are not even the "small potato" in this industry. I really hope they can be famous by sarcasm. As long as they can make the company well-known, it doesn't matter which way they use. It is the first step that costs."

Harriet took the files and looked at it. There were some little stars she didn't remember. Some of them just graduated from performance schools. None of them had a powerful family background. This entertainment company, named Harvest, was really not famous in the industry.

"To tell you the truth, I also planned to take a stake in a large company at the beginning, but my ability is limited, so I can only aim at such small goals. Forget it. What are you going to do next? "

Harriet looked at the list, pondered for a moment, and suddenly said, "Len, I want to sign to Harvest."

Len stunned, "what?"

"I mean, I'm thinking about signing this small company you're in." Harriet was serious, not like joking, "Didn't you say Harvest is lack of public attention? Although my reputation is not particularly well known, and I have been attacked by the netizen all the time, as long as I am signed, it will definitely bring exposure to the company. "

Len was shocked, then shook his head. "How can this work? Harvest is too small and the opportunities are not enough for your development. You will only be delayed if you sign in."

"It doesn't matter." Harriet looked at him calmly. "Let me try."

Seeing the woman's insistence, Len couldn't continue to refuse immediately, so he decided to communicate with the boss and shareholders of Harvest Media tomorrow about the issue.

After Harriet off, Len's gentle face returned to calm. It was not as gentle as just now, but the calm as if it was ruthless and gloomy.

"Wesley, I'd like to see how much you care about this woman." He slowly spit out this sentence, breaking into a smile of unknown meaning.

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