Chapter 60: Engelson family

Mul Engerson has all the typical characteristics of a New York lawyer, cautious, serious, and even a little unsmiling.
White walked over to Moore and sat down.
"Everything is fine in California?" Moore asked.
"Yes." Huai said.
Moore lifted his chin, nodded slightly, picked up the coffee cup at the table, and took a sip without hesitation.
His posture is as leisurely as drinking afternoon tea with a friend.
Is it just asking about these?
White couldn't help being a little suspicious, and looked at the male host of the Engelson family.
With the rigor of the Irish, there is also the freedom of the New Yorker.
This is Mul Engerson, White's father, who grew up in Manhattan, New York.
More often, Moore looked like a noble child who traveled from the last century. Before the ancestors immigrated to this land, the Engelson family was said to have a large title in Ireland before the 18th century.
Moore suddenly straightened his posture and changed his words: "I'm sorry, because I interfered with your rude act of choosing a major. It turns out that you were right."
White thought to himself that it seemed that the father had also participated in Engelson's choice of the future like he interfered with Mary's future.
Even if Moore apologized in a sincere manner, as long as White remembered the appearance of Mary complaining before him, he couldn't help feeling that Moore, the lawyer, had succumbed to reality.
When the theory is different, we must convince him with reality.
This was the first lesson Moore taught White invisibly.
"I sent the email to Professor Gomez, and he also responded to me readily about all your honors at Stanford. I am proud to have a son like you. Engelson."
Moore opened his arms and hugged White's shoulders.
"May God bless you, my son, everything goes well at Google. It's a competitive place. May you survive all the hardships and upsets."
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The above is just the tip of the iceberg of the Engerson family.
Except for the hostess who loves to say something from time to time, the hostess is a woman whose maternal love is too rampant.
When she stretched out her arms to you, she couldn't refuse, but she could only let her hug you and praise you fiercely. After that, she wanted to use the best words in the world to boast of her son.
"This is a family piled up with lies."
It was White’s younger sister who had just turned sixteen.
Mary took off her braces, put them aside unscrupulously, raised her eyebrows, and vented viciously at the Christmas tree.
This is a young girl who has recently entered the rebellious period. What she loves most is to vent her dissatisfaction after taking off her braces.
The sixteen-year-old sister said such "philosophical" remarks, which is really dumbfounding.
"Since my grandfather, I have been thinking about how to praise my family every day and maintain their gentleman style. I am dizzy, don't look at the praises so hard now, when it is time to clean up, Moore is still Maca, none of them can let you go. ."
This courageous kid not only called his elder brother by his first name, but also his parents.
White just wanted to say about this... Well done.
Of course, once she meets a real person, Mary still has no choice but to please her, because all her expenses in New York are currently dependent on her parents.
After White arrived, everything became a little different.
Mary turned the object of pocket money from her parents to White.
"In the next month, I will have to take a dance class. This is too unfair. They clearly asked me to take it, but in the end it will be deducted from my pocket money."
"Then you work hard." White said coldly.
This undoubtedly gave Mary a pot of cold water, and she naturally resisted: "As my dearest brother, you should help your sister through this difficult time. Otherwise, your sister will have to eat soil next month. gave birth."
auzw.com White pretended not to understand: "Then eat soil. Eat soil for health, eat soil for health."
"..."
White was curious about the way they used to get along with each other.
These are two people with the same staunch personality. I don't know how to get along.
When Mary heard this, she only gave a faint "Oh" and described it gesticulately: "Usually when you encounter troubles, you will pick me up and beat me up. This is when I was very young. When I grew up, With so many women around you, the conversation between us is basically gone."
When White heard the words, he couldn't help feeling anxious. It turned out to be so.
Mary kept pursuing this topic.
"Speaking of which, I haven't seen any women following you this year." Mary said, pretending to put her head behind White's shoulder.
White pushed Mary's head back: "No."
"Wrong sex. Playboy White actually has one day alone." Mary's tone was full of gloat.
White listened and felt something wrong.
Why is Mary a bit like a brother?
Help……
On Christmas Day, New York was covered with fine snow, fluffy and white.
The streets are decorated with Christmas trees, green and white are shining each other, as if there is no boundary between spring and winter.
In Engerson's house, when the children took off the presents from the tree, the Christmas tree became bare again.
At this time, you need to decorate with other things.
They hung lanterns and colorful flowers on the small pine trees.
White’s youngest brother was only three years old, and he hung candles on the tree. Fortunately, White's eyesight was quick and he stopped the candle.
There are all colored lights, what do you use candles for?
There may be fire.
White put the candle aside and heard Mary calling him.
"White, help me, I want to hang this star to the top."
Mary looked a bit petite with a bright star.
The Christmas tree is high, Mary is not tall enough.
White nodded and bent down. Mary jumped onto the stool and climbed onto White's shoulders.
"Is it okay on top?" White asked without seeing the situation above.
"Well-good vision."
Mary slowly straightened up and leaned her upper body towards the top of the Christmas tree.
"You should lose weight, Mary." White couldn't help but start.
Mary, who looked skinny, did not expect to have a lot of weight.
"Hurry up." Mary kicked.
It's a bit too much to say that it kicks. White only felt cool on his face, and Mary's white little feet rubbed lightly against her nose.
"Go a little aside, White." Mary commanded.
White moved helplessly.
"A little more to the left."
"Didn't it go to the right just now?"
"Yeah, we need to go to the left now." Mary was confident.