Putting down the phone in his hand, he didn't listen to what Fred had to say. Everything was fine, and there was no need to thank him. He gave him his blessings. I believe he would also make him happy.
"My dear, did you hear that? You are about to have an aunt," his fingers never left the doll on his lap. As he curled his fingers, he looked at the window again, and his black eyes flashed.
A kind of longing, a deep-seated longing.
"My dear, my brother misses you very much. He really misses you." He lay down and hugged the doll. "My dear, go to sleep. It's very late. This is a strange country. My brother will take you to see everywhere tomorrow."
Look, okay? He gently placed his hand on the top of the doll's head.
My eyes are always open, even in the dark, they are extremely bright.
He closed his eyes, but the baby in his arms could not close his eyes. There was only a small light on the bedside. No matter whether there was a little boy here or not, some habits had already become a part of his life.
, Fifteen years, which is not a short period of time, he has become accustomed to turning on a light, because he knows that his little girl has always been afraid of the dark. If she goes home, she will definitely not be able to find him.
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In the morning, he opened his eyes, but his fingers unconsciously caressed the baby's face, with a kind of confusion in his black eyes, "My dear, my brother dreamed of you yesterday," he lowered his head and looked at the baby in his arms.
That doll, if a grown man sleeps with the doll in his arms, if others see it, they will definitely think that he is a pervert. However, only he knows what this doll means to him, which is indescribable.
, and cannot be lost.
My dear, my brother dreamed that your hair is very short. However, no matter what you look like, you are still your lovely little dear. His hands moved from the baby's face to her hair, but there was a very gentle touch on his lips.
Smile, but no one can see it.
"The little boy is not ugly. In my brother's eyes, he will always be that cute boy. Even if he is a bald boy." He sat up, carefully put the doll in his arms aside, and then put it on.
He wore his own clothes, which were still a black suit. From the day he lost Lotte, he only wore black clothes.
After putting on his clothes, he looked at the window and saw that the wind had stopped. This small country is surrounded by the sea, and the winds are stronger than those of other inland countries. It is normal for there to be typhoons occasionally. However, yesterday's wind
Obviously it is not that big, so many people have already gotten up very early. Outside, it is still sunny today. The weather here is very cold, but the sunshine today is very warm.
After he packed himself, he carefully placed the doll in a small suitcase.
"My dear, my brother will take you out." He closed the box and walked out with his long legs. People coming and going all looked at this man dressed all in black. There was no expression on his face.
, only when he occasionally looks into the box in his hand, can he catch the tenderness that flashes before his eyes, but it is extremely deeply hidden.
At the beach, he just stood aside, with the box in his hands and the box beside him. The wind blew his black hair from time to time, just like Lotte's hair at that time. His little boy liked his blond hair best.
, saying that it feels like sunshine and is very warm. Now that she is gone, there is no need to show his blond hair to others.
This is good, really good. No one knows him, and he doesn't know anyone. He just needs to be with his little boy quietly.
"My dear, do you like the sea here?" He lowered his head and looked at the box in his hand. The box only contained a doll, a doll that looked very much like Lotte.
He would always stand here, even motionless.
There are many women looking at him next to him. Such a tall and handsome man, whether it is his black hair or his black eyes, is very special here. Although no matter where he is now, he is very special.
This is normal in the East, but for this island country, it is a bit strange.
Not far away, there was a woman who had been paying attention to him. She had been paying attention to him from the first minute he arrived.
"Miss, do you want me to invite him over?" The person standing next to her said very respectfully, even bending her waist at a forty-five degree angle. The woman had light brown curly hair and looked very good-looking.
The good-natured one, who is not too old, about eighteen years old, has an aura of youth all over her body. She is holding a paintbrush in her hand, and there is a canvas in front of her, and the canvas has been painted.
She drew a rough outline and vaguely saw the black-haired man.
"No, I'll just watch it here. Don't disturb me," the girl smiled shyly. She continued to lower her head, wanting to complete the unfinished painting, but she just hoped that the man could do more.
Stay for a while, so that she can draw the kind of charm she wants most.
She put down the pen in her hand and kept staring at the man's back. His shoulders were very broad, his back was very straight, and his legs were extremely strong. Just by simply standing there, she could feel everything in his body.
Strength, he is the most handsome, handsome and special man she has ever seen.
Unassuming, mature and indifferent, his eyes are much darker than those of ordinary people. He is like the brightest star in the dark night. Once you see him, you will never forget him.
She looked at the man's back greedily. Although he only gave her a back, she was really moved to the point of satisfaction. It would be great if she could get to know him, it would be great if she could be with him.
However, the kind of reserve she had had since she was a child made her sit here and secretly draw him, but she did not dare to step forward or even say a word to him.
Afraid of rejection, and afraid of disturbing such a beautiful picture, she picked up the paintbrush in her hand again, biting the penholder, with a kind of shyness in her brown eyes. She had never liked someone before.
Although there are many people pursuing her, and they have been pursuing her since she was a teenager, and many of them are outstanding people, and even the prince of Linguo, she has never felt like this.
A feeling that can be said to be a heartbeat.
Her heart beat very hard and fast, as if it was about to jump out of her chest. Sometimes, when she was nervous, she would cover her chest with both hands, fearing that her heart would suddenly jump out.