Moreover, it had been a long time since Pugsley had felt such intense emotions.
After listening, David Waymond went straight to his son.
Pugsley noticed David Waymond approaching and immediately retreated with caution, his eyes full of caution and alienation, even his biological father did not accept.
When he was three feet away from his son, David Waymond stopped, calmly said: "You said she was gone, not what I thought, she didn't have any problems, she was discharged home, didn't passed away like your grandmother, never came back, understand?"
It was only when facing his son that David Waymond had the patience to speak so long.
Isaac Waymond's eyes widened: "Was it wrong! I just said "go" but he thought so much?"
In fact, because Pugsley saw Monica Halley fall down with his own eyes, he was already threatened, under an unstable mood, it was not impossible to misunderstand Isaac Waymond's words.
After listening to David Waymond's explanation, Pugsley temporarily stopped crying but still buried his head in the window sill, refusing to move.
So David Waymond pulled out a piece of paper: "She left it to me, want to see it?"
Pugsley's body stiffened, then like a switch was turned on, he raised his head in an instant, raised his short and small arms, showing his father's desire to hold him.
Isaac Waymond: "..."
The doctors and nurses: "..."
An entire room full of people being tortured to death over and over again, the results only need one sheet of paper to be solved?
Earlier, Isaac Waymond thought that David Waymond was too free to want Monica Halley to leave a note, but reality proved that his brother was too godly.
David Waymond hugged his son sitting on the sofa, then handed the paper to the boy.
Pugsley hastily accepted it, he had been literate for a long time, could read on his own.
[Darling, thank you for saving me, you're very good, squishy <3 ~~~ ]
Pugsley looked at the words on the paper, there was a heart shape at the end, his eyes were bright, his face was small There was still a slight blush, even though I tried to purse my lips, I still couldn't help but curl up, the small body became more and more lovely.
Isaac Waymond's face was like a demon: "Wtf, you're dizzy, aren't you? Pugsley is smiling! I remember Pugsley hasn't laughed in a long time! What did Monica Halley write anyway?"
Isaac Waymond was about to peek, but Pugsley immediately hid it like gold.
But Isaac Waymond quickly read it, it was just a normal message, could Pugsley be so happy? This Monica Halley is not simple!
David Waymond looked at his son silently, his eyes were very gentle.
Pugsley fell in love again, so David Waymond took him home, and left everything at work at home with him.
....
In the evening, at apartment No. 8 Platinum Palace Jindi luxury apartment complex (Platinum Palace Jindi.)
A large and a small sit opposite each other at the dining table, everyone's face is as cold as an iceberg. who is inferior to whom.
David Waymond: "Eat rice."
Pugsley turned a blind eye.
David Waymond: "I speak for the last time."
Pugsley still didn't budge a bit.
David Waymond: "You think this kind of innocent threat like a hunger strike works for you?"
Pugsley is like an old monk meditating, completely immersed in his own world, with no reaction to the outside world.
The father and son continued to fight.
An hour later.
David Waymond called Isaac Waymond: "Send Monica Halley's address for me."
Okay, fact proves, hunger strike still works.
Isaac Waymond's performance was very fast, immediately sent him a text message with Monica Halley's address, and behind it also promoted a bunch of bad news, of course David Waymond didn't even look.
Without David Waymond opening his mouth, Pugsley saw his father picking up his coat and car keys and immediately ran after him.
David Waymond glanced at his son running at his feet, reluctantly bending over to pick him up: "There's no next time."
Monica Halley returned from the audition, the first thing was to take a nap, then run to the supermarket to buy hot pot dishes, side dishes and beer.
The first match was won, cook a hot pot yourself as a congratulation! Eating hot pot alone...
the
supreme realm of loneliness......
Just finished preparing the hot pot with the food when there was a knock on the door.
Who is coming now?
Monica Halley curiously opened the door, then froze.
Outside the door, David Waymond is wearing a formal suit, wearing a long black shirt, holding a small dumpling in his chest, and a small cake in his chest holding a colorful basket of fruits.
This... what kind of weird combination is this?
"Mr. Waymond?" Monica Halley gulped: "Why are you here... it's so late, what's going on?"
"Sick visit."
Visiting sick????
Even in the dark, he came running by himself, even carrying a small bun to visit the patient?
You only fell once, it's so funny...
"Uh..., Mr. Waymond is so polite, come in! It's embarrassing, the room is a bit messy..." Nor did Monica Halley I had time to think a lot, thanks to my nervous breakdown, I quickly cleaned up the room a little, threw away the little things on the armchair, and the dirty clothes were also quickly stuffed under the bed ... "You two sit down, have a drink
. Tea with milk?" Monica Halley was busy on the other hand, trying to think about what David Waymond was doing here, but unfortunately, David Waymond's piety was so profound that a naked person like her could not see it.
"Okay." David Waymond nodded, his expression the same as when he heard the lowly soldiers under his command.
Monica Halley could only obediently pour tea for David Waymond, then pour milk for the little buns.
David Waymond's limbs are very long, sitting on the sofa makes the living room even more narrow.
Small dumplings sitting next to him, the father and son look very similar, even their expressions are the same - They are both dumb-faced people. Neither of them spoke to each other, the atmosphere was so heavy it was scary.
Monica Halley sat across from me and wept without tears. What are these two here for?
At this time, the sound of boiling water was heard in the pot, and the air was filled with a spicy aroma.
Monica Halley, breaking this silence, casually said: "So... have you had dinner? I'm going to eat hot pot, do you want to eat together?"
David Waymond: "Okay."
The little bun nodded.
Monica Halley: "..."
She was just a little polite, but the other two immediately agreed?
One is the Grand Master, the other is the Young Master, what flavor has never been eaten before, running to the house of an ordinary person like her to eat a cheap hot pot?
Monica Halley feels completely overwhelmed.
But once the words were said, they could only close their eyes and invite the two of them to the dining table, about to add 2 sets of dishes and chopsticks.
"I bought spicy hot pot seasoning, can the two of you eat it spicy?" Monica Halley didn't feel comfortable asking again.
David Waymond : "Okay."
The little bun nodded.
Okay...
Monica Halley brought over the prepared side dishes.
David Waymond couldn't eat much, most of the time was helping the other two dip their food, on the contrary, the little bun with Monica Halley really liked spicy food, even sticking out her tongue wouldn't stop.
Finally, even Monica Halley was a little worried: "Isn't it good for children to eat spicy like that?"
If something happened to this Little Prince in her place, how could she be responsible?
"Not that weak." David Waymond is not right. Therefore, Monica Halley was not convenient to say anything anymore.
"How was the audition?" David Waymond suddenly took the initiative to open his mouth to talk.
Monica Halley was stunned for a moment before she reacted, and said, "It's good, that's why today's hot pot is a congratulation."
David Waymond raised his beer can: "Congratulations."
Unexpectedly, the first congratulation received was from David Waymond....
. Overnight
Monica Halley picked up a beer can and gently bumped it with David Waymond's, revealing a smile that came from within: "Thanks!"
In that blink of an eye, David Waymond didn't find himself dumbfounded.
Monica Halley finished and looked at Pugsley sitting next to her: "Special thanks to Pugsley this time, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to make it to the audition in time, come on baby, have a drink ! "
Pugsley looked at the milk in his hand, then back at his father's beer with Monica Halley, seemingly a little reluctant but in the end raised his glass of milk, touched it with Monica Halley, and drank the rest of the milk.
Monica Halley was made to laugh by her serious look. Turns out this kid also knows what is called "the deeper the feelings, the more they have to drink"?
Midway through, David Waymond had a phone call, so he went to the balcony to answer the phone.
Monica Halley immediately went to Pugsley's side, brought her beer to the boy: "Heh heh, want to try it? Quick, quick, just take a sip when your father isn't here! But only one sip! stop it!"
Pugsley's eyes were as bright as stars, and he lowered his head carefully and took a small sip.
Although this taste is not very good, but I feel very happy.
Waiting for David Waymond to return to the phone, Monica Halley sat up straight, acting as if nothing had happened.
Pugsley is even more professional, calmly drinking cow's milk, nothing out of the ordinary.
David Waymond didn't seem to notice anything at first, so he sat down very naturally, but his eyes were a little cold.
The fighting power of the three is not bad, she bought a lot of items but they were all clean.
Monica Halley saw that it was not too early, was thinking about whether to tell the father and son to go home, when suddenly the horizon flashed a flash of lightning, thunder rumbled loudly, the wind began to howl outside the door. window...
"Heard the weather forecast, it said it's going to rain a lot tonight, there's also a storm..."
Monica Halley looked outside the window at the pouring rain, the little bun looking at Monica Halley, David Waymond also looked at Monica Halley...
Being stared at by one big and one small, Monica Halley could only open her mouth to say: "It's late, the weather is bad again, if you bring Pugsley back I'm afraid it's a bit dangerous, if not... you two stay at my house for the night?"
At the very least, she should pretend, as a minimum, that she felt David Waymond would certainly disagree.
Results...
David Waymond: "Okay."
The little bun nodded.
Oh my...
David Waymond is too permissive!
Why did she have the illusion that the two of them really wanted her to say these words?
Must be crazy!!!!
In the end, David Waymond and Pugsley stayed like that for the night.
The apartment arranged by this company is not big, only one bedroom with a living room, which is really a problem.
"I sleep in the living room, can you and Pugsley sleep in my room? I'll change the sheets for a bit..."
"No need, I sleep in the living room, you and Pugsley sleep in the bedroom." The tone of voice clearly showed that she didn't let her refuse.
Monica Halley felt guilty, not only inviting Mr. Waymond eats cheap hotpot and even let him sleep in the living room.
If it was only David Waymond tonight, even if it was raining, she would have refused to let him stay, especially in the morning situation, but this time there was an extra small dumpling.
It's really dangerous in this kind of weather for him to carry a child home, and moreover having a baby doesn't count as a man or a woman, right?