Lake looked at his little cotton jacket: "So, if I don't come, when will you tell me?"

The little cotton jacket came back to his senses, his eyes turned around, and he was about to leave as if he hadn't heard anything.

but……

Lake looked at him and turned around, and under his nose, he chose to step towards the little cotton jacket walking into the house, and raised his mouth: "I have sent someone to invite Russell's family to visit the castle."

"Click!"

The little cotton-padded body stopped, turned around, and looked at the corner of his mouth with a smile, full of writing. Your father will always be your father's Lake. With a swish, he hugged Lake's shoulder again: "Dad, Justin and I haven't been long, and I remember what you said. I will never do that kind of thing before I became a formal adult at the age of 200. Unlike that stupid brother, who was fooled by someone at the age of twelve, he lost his first time."

Lake remained silent: "How long?"

The little cotton-padded jacket opened his mouth, lowered his head, looked at his right foot, and whispered: "In fact, it's not long, it's only one or two years."

Lake raised his eyebrows: "Is that one year, two years, or three years?"

The little cotton jacket took a deep breath, looked up, and looked like I confessed, please give me a generous treatment: "Okay, okay, I said it's not okay, two and a half years, yes, two and a half years."

The formal relationship was two and a half years.

I didn't lie.
Chapter completed!