Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 364

"... benefits?" Wendy frowned.

"Yeah." Charlie's lips twitched.

For some reason, she could smell the odors of tricks

Wendy pursed her lips and asked hesitatingly, "What do you want..."

"Just say yes or no." Charlie didn't answer.

"..." Wendy hesitated and didn't say anything right away.

Charlie didn't mean to force her and said casually, "It's fine if you say no!"

Immediately, he pulled out his cigarette case from his pants pocket and headed to the smoking area to smoke.

Wendy looked at Larry, who was still sitting on the wooden chair, with his head hanging low and his little face looking gray with depression, which made her heart sour.

She gritted her teeth and shouted at the tall back, saying,"... Fine!"

Upon hearing this, Charlie stopped and turned around, not saying anything, but putting his cigarette case and lighter back in his pants pocket.

Wendy secretly let out a sigh of relief, she walked back to Larry and reached out to stroke his slightly curly mushroom bob. When she felt the softness of his hair, she suddenly felt that whatever she could do for her son would be worth it.

She smiled and comforted Larry in a soft voice, "Sweety, don't be upset. You want to ride Daddy like that kid, don't you? I just talked to Dad for you, and he's already agreed!" "Really?" Larry raised his head suddenly.

His big black grape- like eyes were full of expectation. He looked at her, then looked at Daddy, who was walking over, and still couldn't believe it.

Charlie silently stepped forward and took off his suit jacket. Then he bent down, reached through Larry's underarm, and easily put Larry on his neck, just like that father and son. When he stood up, he whispered in her ear, "Remember what you said."

Wendy nodded awkwardly.

"Wow, it's so high!"

After sitting on his daddy's neck, Larry exclaimed excitedly in a low voice.

Charlie grabbed his son's hands and tried to control the balance to prevent his son from falling down.

Larry was not afraid at all. His eyes sparkled. As he watched the father and son in front of him picking up the pace, he anxiously shifted his two short legs, commanding, "Daddy, run!" "Don't push it too far!" Charlie said in a deep voice.

Behind him, a female voice called out to Charlie softly, "Charlie..." Charlie's face darkened and he had no choice but to grab his son's hand, then started running forward with his long legs like a fool. Wendy was holding a water bottle, following behind in small steps, watching the father and son from afar, and the sound of Larry's laughter was transmitted from time to time, and under the sunlight, the picture was like framed in gold, and she couldn't even move her eyes.

When Charlie turned back inadvertently, he met her gaze that was as soft as water. The unhappiness in his heart that he felt when he was being ridden by his son disappeared in an instant.

The family of three stayed in the amusement park until it was very late. The sun went down the mountain, and then they left with the crowd.

Instead of directly returning to the villa, they found a well-decorated western restaurant along the way.

After taking Larry out of the Land Rover, Wendy thought the place looked familiar and frowned when she saw the plaque.

"What's wrong?" Charlie raised his eyebrows.

"Nothing..." Wendy shook her head.

She had been to this western restaurant once. When Donna first came back, they had a meal here and the chef's cooking was great, but they also met Yolanda, who was now a waitress being lectured by a customer.

Although that was thanks to Charlie, Charlie didn't need to do it himself, he can just tell someone to do it, so he probably didn't know anything about it. It wasn't that she was afraid of running into Yolanda, but she was afraid that Yolanda would ruin her mood.

After entering the restaurant and being assigned a seat, Wendy deliberately searched all over the place and did not see Yolanda. Thinking back to the last time she heard Yolanda mercilessly reprimanded by the manager, Yolanda may have quit or been fired.

Wendy didn't know if it was intentional or not, but Charlie ordered a family package.

The smile on the waiter's face before left after they ordered made her uncomfortable, and her hands went under the table.

It seemed that Larry had been used to such an occasion since he was a child. After fiddling with the food cloth for a while, he put it into the collar of his clothes and held the knife and fork with his fair hands, looking very cute.

Wendy couldn't help kissing Larry on the cheek.

As expected, Larry's little face immediately turned red. He pursed his small mouth and looked shy.

It was Charlie, who was opposite, whose eyebrows had darkened a bit, but the waiter had brought up the appetizer and distracted a lot of attention.

Because they made a special request after sitting down, halfway through the meal, the waiter brought up a very delicate little cake in the shape of a cartoon with a Paul Frank, just like the one worn by Larry, and a Happy-Birthday was written on the right side of the monkey's face in chocolate sauce.

When it was brought up, Larry's eyes were glued to it. Wendy looked at the pink carved little face, happy but also frustrated with the moments she missed. She vowed in her heart that she would participate in her son's birthday every year and that she would celebrate his birthday so that he would grow up happy, healthy and strong.

She looked up just in time to meet the deep, restrained eyes of the man across the table.

She didn't know whether the light was too strong, the gaze was so hot that it seemed to make her whole heart hot, and under the table, his big hand actually reached over and gently covered her hand on her knee, as if he could read her mind and comforted her in silent.

No one would notice such a petty gesture.

Wendy was stiff and her calves went weak. It's a good thing he just put his hand over hers and didn't hold it very hard. She pulled out in a panic, tucked her hair behind her ear uncomfortably down, picked up the candle and inserted it in the cake, "Sweety, let's make a wish."

"Yeah!" Larry nodded his head like a puppy.

His big eyes watched her inserting the red number "4" on the cake, and then imitated what she had taught him to put his palms together in a decent manner.

He glanced at her shyly, and his face showed a sweet smile. His soft child voice began to make a wish. "I hope that I will be with Wendy forever! And Daddy!"

The last sentence was added because Charlie was staring at him. Hearing Larry's wish, Wendy suddenly felt a lump in her throat, and her eyes were filled with dense fog.

Children were not as sophisticated as adults and would say whatever was in their heart.

Charlie heard his son's words, and his indifferent face was touched! His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, but he didn't forget to pour cold water on his son. "Idiot, wishes don't work when spoken!" When Larry heard this, he immediately panicked and said, "Then I'll make it again!"

"Okay!" Wendy's voice was soft.