Chapter 132 Two lives

After leaving the restaurant, Mr. Cotton and Mrs. Thomson were very polite and reserved. I was a little tired, and the temperature was a little low at night, so I stopped talking.

My shoulders suddenly warmed up. I looked up and saw the clothes that Dylan had put on me. I was stunned for a moment, but I still said, "Thank you!"

A black Cadillac stopped at the downstairs of the restaurant, and then a man who looked gentle and clean got out of the car. He looked at Mr. Cotton and Mrs. Thomson and said, "Mom and Dad! You can tell me half an hour in advance next time."

Mrs. Thomson tugged on his arm intimately, looked at Dylan, and said to me, "Mr. Thomson, Mrs. Thomson, this is my son, Johnson. He was supposed to come together tonight, but he didn't make it. Now it's just right. We know each other."

With a few subtle words, I suddenly felt that this Johnson was a little familiar, but I couldn't think of it for a while.