"Young Master, Young Mistress, the dumplings are already ready. Madam asked you to go down." Anson stood at the door. Stacy swallowed the words that were hanging on the tip of his tongue and said, "Go on." When Harry and Charles and Boyce were drinking, he drank a few glasses of wine, but he didn't eat anything. He was a little hungry at the moment. Then, he answered softly, "Hmm." It was not yet the new year, but Melissa had prepared a lot. It was estimated that Stacy and Harry brought two children here, so she prepared a lot. Apart from dumplings, there was a big table for the dishes. She wanted to please Harry. But he didn't know what he liked, so he prepared more. Stacy knew what Melissa was thinking, so he looked up at Harry. Harry pretended not to see it. He pulled out his chair and sat down. When Stacy entered the kitchen, the boiling dumplings in the pot had just turned off the fire. Stacy picked up the spoon and said, "I'll serve
Charles walked to the green area outside the hospital department and stopped. Fayer stood behind him. "What do you want to talk to me about?" "I'll make it clear to you." Charles turned around. He looked at the woman who used to be familiar to him, but now she was still the same woman. He only felt that she was strange to him. He used to feel familiar with her, but now he found that he didn't know her at all. He always felt that he couldn't see through her, and it seemed that there was something hidden in his heart. "You should understand that when you chose to leave, we ended the game. No matter what reason you left, it means that you gave up that relationship. But you, now you are so entangled, it will only make me look down on you. In my opinion, it is better to keep a good relationship with each other. You don't have to come to the hospital in the future. I also hope that you can keep your promise and don't disturb my life anymore." Fayer didn't expect
Stacy inexplicably heard something and blushed. She deliberately changed the topic. "Do you want to take them there?" "Yes." "Then I'll get them changed." Stacy turned around and went downstairs, as if to avoid him. After changing the two children's clothes, Stacy tied Stephanie's hair. The little girl's hair was curled up. If it was not tied up, it would look a little annoyed. She tied up the ponytail, exposing her full forehead, which was more beautiful. Her little face was very delicate. Now it was open, it looked more like Harry. It was a little bigger, and the outline of her little face was very clear. After tying her daughter's hair, Stacy put on a Chinese cotton jacket, which Melissa prepared for her during the Spring Festival. The red color was very festive. The modern technology was mixed with Chinese style, which was very unique. The first one was hanging a jade pendant, milky white and flawless, with a Chinese knot in the middle, with tassels hanging
"I'm not coming back. It's said that there is a notice, but I don't understand what it is. I only know that he is very busy. I don't know if he really has no time or whether he doesn't have time." The woman changed Stephanie's shoes. There was no gorgeous decoration in the house. It was a simple style. It was the woman who cleaned up the house without servants. Fortunately, the house was not very big. This woman was Elvis's wife, Maple. Because of Elvis's status, coupled with the current tight news, the investigation was strict. This woman was very low-key, afraid that she would cause more trouble for Elvis. It seemed that they heard a noise. The person sitting on the sofa put away the newspaper and looked over here. The woman walked over and said, "Everyone is coming. The child is very attractive. You can talk about it. I have two dishes that haven't been cooked yet. I'll go in first." Elvis waved his hand and said, "You go to do your own business." Maybe
"The two children's last names are Lin?" "Whose surname is it?" "What's going on?" Elvis's tone became serious. A son should follow his father's surname. This tradition seemed to permeate into the bone marrow. Especially in the last generation, it valued more. At this time, Stacy came over with the soup. Before she put it down, Elvis couldn't wait to ask, "Does the child follow your surname?" He had heard a little about Harry's marriage, but because of Harry's rejection at that time, he didn't tell him about Stacy's situation. At that time, he was very busy, so he didn't know much about Stacy's identity and background. Stacy was stunned for a moment and didn't know what to say. Elvis's question came too suddenly. "It's a long story. If we investigate it, I'm sorry for them. As for the family name, I think it's good for her to have a family name." Harry naturally saw that Elvis was very willing to take care of him, and he was even not happy.
Stacy looked down. Although she had given birth to Harry, she missed the time period when she needed someone to take care of and cultivate relationships. But now, Harry was still not close to her. Melissa's life was not only full of regrets, but also miserable and great. If it were her, she might not be able to do it. "Please try to persuade Harry not to worry about it." Maple sighed. "In fact, I understand this matter. If my mother died less than a month ago and my father married another woman, I might hate her even more. Perhaps, I can stab that woman with a knife. It doesn't happen to anyone. Who can't understand it? It's said that they share the same experience. Can you really feel it? No, it's still true that men can be stable. Although Harry has a bad relationship with them these years, he hasn't done too much after them. such cold attitude. You can't guide him." "Hmm," Stacy said softly. Maple was right. He didn't feel the same way about this
Angela did not even look at his unpredictable face. He put on his coat and walked out of the door with his bag. Charles lowered his head and glanced at the bank card at his feet. He picked it up and quickly chased after her. She grabbed hold of Angela, who had just walked out of the room, and dragged her out of the room. Angela struggled to get rid of her anger and rebuked, "What are you doing?" Charles ignored her and pulled her to the parking lot. He pulled her into the car to prevent her from getting off the car. At the moment when he shoved Angela into the car, he locked the car. Angela was so angry that she slapped the window hard. "Charles, what do you want to do?" Charles still ignored him and quickly got up and drove the car out of the hospital. "You will only make me hate you more. Not only are you not loyal, but you are also a rogue. How can I agree to marry you? I must be crazy!" Angela rubbed her face hard, trying to calm herself do
After counting the money, Henric handed the money to his sister and looked at Harry. He blinked his eyes and blinked his eyelashes. "You don't even know my mommy's birthday. How did you become her husband?" Hearing what he said, Harry was speechless. He was choked and couldn't speak. Well, he was a very unqualified husband. The marriage lasted for six years. After tomorrow, it was seven years. The child was almost six years old and hadn't had a wedding night yet. Wasn't he unqualified? It was his fault that he did not make his wife "happiness". Now Henric had accepted him, but he had not forgotten that he had abandoned him. Since he wanted to get his mommy back, he had to work hard. "Check it yourself." Henric obviously didn't want to say it. He crossed his arms around his chest and said, "I'll give you a message. There's not much time left for you." Harry raised his eyebrows. "Not much time?" "Isn't that the recent days?" Harry squ