Chapter 137 An Old Friend (Part Two)

"Hello, Mr. Leo, Mr. George." Fiona greeted.

"Nice to meet you." Leo nodded with a smile, "I've heard about Mr. Spencer's marriage a long time ago. Congratulations!"

"Thank you."

"Are you a student from the D University, Fiona?" "The university where Mr. Spencer and I worked as instructors." George opened his mouth with an earnest sound.

"Mr. George, you have a good memory." Spencer cast a glance at Fiona and said the same words to her. He felt a little embarrassed in his heart. These two people remembered each other clearly. Did they meet secretly?

"I don't know if I have a good memory. I met Mrs. Fiona at a basketball match." George explained in an indifferent tone. His doubts, or he was more and more confident in his heart. At that time, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure on the basketball court. It was none other than Fiona

Fiona looked at Spencer, but didn't know what to say.

Spencer then held her hand and said, "It's cold outside. Let's go inside to have a talk."

Then they walked back towards the entrance with great strength and vigor.

While walking, Eric introduced to Leo and George, "Mr. Leo, Mr. George, look, this is our training ground..."

"This is the playground."

"Go ahead. There is the shooting range over there and a tiger over there..."

"Spencer" Fiona asked him in secret. "Why did Mr. Leo bow to you just now?"

"I have a higher rank than him."

"Yes?" Fiona stole a glance at Mr. Leo.

Looking at her doubtful eyes, Spencer explained, "I'm too young to hold everything in my hands. Besides, my father is in charge of the business. We Cheng family only have the real power is enough. A person in a high position is liable to be attacked. I put all my efforts in this base. "

After hearing that, Fiona nodded slightly to show her agreement. Obviously, she forgot that Spencer still held her hands.

Following them not far away, George's confusion seemed to be solved in an instant. They were Spencer and Fiona. That's it, then everything between the two made sense.

'Fiona is the little girl who he grew up with when they two were young.

"Our George likes little Fiona so much, don't you?"

"Yes." Little George nodded firmly and said to Fiona's mother, "Auntie, can I marry Fiona as my wife when I grow up?"

"What should we do? Fiona would get married with another man when she grew up How about I give birth a little girl and let her marry you? "

"…… Not good! " Little George puckered up his lips and looked unhappy. He looked at Fiona who was still studying how to speak and quietly kissed her

ath to calm herself down! The light in her eyes dimmed, and she thought that she should keep such a good thing for herself rather than destroy it

Celine's hand slowly loosened. She stared at the necklace and remembered how it looked like.

At the first floor of the small white building, Fiona ate a bite and walked out to take some fresh air. But she didn't expect to see snow as soon as she came out.

Fiona reached out her hand to take it.

"I knew it. You like the snow so much."

A clear voice came from behind. Fiona drew back her hand and turned around. Before she could understand what he meant, she greeted, "Mr. George!"

"Yes." George nodded slightly and looked at the sky, "How are you doing all these years?"

"Mr. George, what do you mean?" Fiona blinked her eyes.

"Little Fiona, don't you remember me?" "I'm so sad. We grew up together. How could you forget me?" said George

"Little Fiona..."

"Little Fiona.."

In her deep memory, there seemed to be a voice calling her. Fiona's eyes became more and more puzzled.

"We build snowmen together on the white and empty courtyard. I took you to the swimming pool in summer, I almost made you drown. But my father went back and gave me a good beating. I climbed to a tree and tried to pick some dates for you. As a result, my back was badly hurt. When you were a child, you said that you wanted to learn how to paint, so you just treated my face as the drawing block. You then applied the paint on my face for half a month, " George started to tell her the story bit by bit. Fiona's mouth became bigger and bigger, and those broken memories slowly pieced together.

"It's you? !" Fiona couldn't help but ask in disbelief.

"Yes, it's me."