You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 2 Naughty Boy

Walking out of the hotel, Harrit Smith wrapped herself in a scarf and let out a long breath.

"What a time of misfortune! She choked on her water and even ruined her first time by attending to her

friend's wedding."

During the wedding, she met a drunk wolf!

Who could be unluckier than her?

Looking up, her eyes inadvertently fell on the huge outdoor TV screen.

"Excuse me, Mr. Wright, are you going back to the country to open up a new market?"

"Mr. Wright, your company is in the limelight. Why did you choose to return to the country at this time?"

"Mr. Wright, may I ask when you can accept our exclusive interview?"

“…”

A large group of reporters held cameras in their hands and surrounded Beau Wright in the middle.

They all wanted to get an answer.

Beau Wright did not speak. There was a faint and indifferent smile on his handsome face. He just

politely nodded to everyone.

He was arrogant, superficial, indifferent, elegant, but nobody would find this man rude...

"Oh, is that the wolf!"

After glancing at the man on the screen in disgust, Harrit Smith stopped a car and rushed to work.

When she arrived at the office at half past two, there were still ten minutes before her class. She

couldn't help but sigh in relief.

The high school she was in was the No.1 High School of Tranton, and it was also the best high school

in Tranton. Every year, many students tried their best to get in. Because the school was good, and the

life here was almost enjoyable, of course, the rules were strict.

Harrit Smith gave literature study courses to Year Three students.

"Please turn to page 85. What we are going to analyze today is an ancient poem. I will read it first and

you can all read the explanation below."

Standing on the podium, Harrit Smith coughed a few times and she began, "Early April suddenly

ablaze and unexpected pear blossom..."

"Love, like pear flowers in April..." A bright and pleasant voice that belonged to a man suddenly Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

interrupted her.

Immediately, the whole class burst into laughter. They all turned around and looked toward the source

of the voice.

With his arms lazily resting on the table, the sunlight shining through the window made his beautiful

eyes narrow. Sykes Wright whispered word by word, "Early April suddenly ablaze and unexpected pear

blossom, I love you like pear flowers in April..."

The laughter in the classroom grew louder. She did not refrain from laughing, and a helpless smile

appeared on her pretty face. She shouted in a low voice, "Sykes!"

"Miss, what can I do for you?" He narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Harrit Smith walked over and stopped beside him. She pinched his ear as if she was punishing him.

"Come to my office after class.

In the office.

Harrit Smith said helplessly, "Sykes, can you stop making trouble in class?"

"Miss, I don’t know what you mean..." With a smile on his face and his eyebrows raised, Sykes Wright

said disapprovingly, "My life is too boring, so I should have some fun. Where is the Christmas gift you

promised me, Miss?"

"You remember that better than anyone else. I have prepared the Christmas present I promised you,

but you have to promise me one thing."

"What is that then?"

Harrit Smith sat down at her desk and said, "I've been teaching Year Three for a year. I have never

seen your parents. Tomorrow, your parents must come to me. Definitely!"

Over and over again, she emphasized the word "Definitely".

He leaned against the desk and touched his nose. "Miss, it's a little difficult..."

"Since it's difficult, forget it. Go back to the classroom and get ready for your next class. You can forget

about the Christmas gift." While speaking, she picked up the pen and began to prepare for her class.

"Alright, I promise you. Miss, the gift..." Sykes Wright compromised.

A satisfied smile appeared on Harrit Smith's lips. She took out the gloves she had prepared in advance

from her bag and handed them over. "Here, Merry Christmas."

Reaching out to take it, Sykes Wright looked at the white silk gloves in his hand and frowned with some

dissatisfaction.

Seeing his dissatisfaction, she extended her hand to him and said, "If you don't want it, you can give it

back to me. I stayed up for two days for these gloves!"

Hearing this, the corners of the young man's mouth rapidly curved, and he took a step forward.

Although she was a teacher, she was much smaller than him and could only reach his jaw.

Bending over, the boy caught her hand by her side unexpectedly. She was stunned, but before she

could come to her senses, his warm and his soft lips had fallen on her palm, hot and itchy.

"This is a gift for you, Miss..."

He let go of her hand like a gentleman and walked out of the office with bright eyes.

It wasn't until he disappeared that Harrit Smith came back to her senses. The touch on her palm still

lingered. Fortunately, there were no other teachers in the office, it would otherwise be embarrassing!

He was also a Year Three student, yet he still did such a thing. What a man!

Sykes Wright kept looking at the gloves in his hand. When he reached the corner, he took out his

mobile phone and said happily.

"Davis, my parents need to come to school tomorrow."

"Sykes, they are not at home."

"Didn't my brother come back from the United States? Let him come and pass a message to him. If he

doesn't come, I will make a scene..."

***

The next morning.

Because she had to prepare for the parent-teacher meeting, she got up at six o'clock.

Because it was winter, it was still dark. Through the window, one could vaguely see the swaying

branches in the cold wind. It seemed that the weather was going to change!

It would be Christmas in two days, but she hadn't seen any snow this year. The weather should have

changed. Holding warm water in her hand, Harrit Smith stood by the window and thought to herself.

At this moment, a loud of footsteps came. Vera Brion walked in unsteadily with heavy makeup.

Seeing this, Harrit Smith frowned and lowered her voice. "Vera, why did you drink so much? Did you go

gambling again?"

At that, Vera Brion suddenly raised her head. "Who said I lost money again? Who dares to say that I

lost money again? I'm just unlucky. I'll definitely get a break in two days!"

Without saying anything else, Harrit Smith glanced at her, picked up her scarf and bag, and walked out

of the room.

When she arrived at school, it was almost time for the parent-teacher meeting.

The parents had all sat down, and there was only one empty seat. Harrit Smith bit her lip slightly. Was it

Sykes Wright's parent?

She was about to look for Sykes Wright, but when she turned around and looked at the familiar man in

front of her, she was stunned...

How could it be him!

What a fate!