Three minutes later, the river pestle seemed to have regained its calm and rationality.
In these three minutes, Lita did not retreat, nor did she evade. She just quietly stood where she was, using a silent and silent method to resist the rage of the river bank.
"If your apology is sincere enough... I will consider taking you to Lisbon to find the 15th now!"
The river bank used the cigar to casually cut off the tip of the cigar between the fingers, and then used firewood to warm up the end of the cigar. Only when the end of the cigar had been evenly heated and turned black and shiny did he put the cigar into his mouth.
The action of the river grave was very old- fashioned. It was rather playful to look at Lita's expression.
Snow fell silent for two or three seconds, then took a few steps towards the river bank on the sofa. When he was a meter away from the river bank, he stopped.
With Henry's skills, there was absolutely no need to worry that Lita would suddenly attack him. He was fast enough to strike back at any target that wanted to attack him.
Therefore, He waved to Xavier who wanted to get close to him, making him stay where he was.
With a thud, Lita knelt straight in front of the river bank.
"This kind of apology is quite sincere, isn't it?"
Lita looked straight into eyes, her upper body was kneeling in a straight line.
Not to mention Xavier, even the river bank was startled.
"Do you have a little backbone? Why do you kneel down? Even if there is no gold on your knees, you should not be so weak!"
In the face of Lita's sudden kneeling down in front of him, Henry gave him a scornful look.
Perhaps he admired people as tough as Alex more: Even if he was shot three times, he would still stand up straight! Even if he fell to the ground, he would not kneel down to him.
"Nothing can compare with my son's safety! I can't be proud either!"
Lita's response was straightforward. This was her mother's thought, and it was also a type of helplessness.
It was useless to fight with him fiercely in front of the strong Henry. Since he couldn't do it by force, he could only do it with Lita!
The riverside glanced at Lita, who was kneeling in front of him. She seemed to think that this girl was not only tough, but also flexible.
"All right, get up! I'll give you ten minutes to prepare. Let's go."
The river bank let out a leisurely sound, and left the smoke of the cigar in his mouth. It flowed through his tongue and then slowly spat out. He was born to be a king.
She thought that Lita would say, "No need to prepare, I can come out with you now."
But she didn't expect this: Lita got up from the ground and rushed to her bedroom upstairs. She packed up a few things as fast as she could and then went downstairs quickly. It took more than five minutes!
Looking at the breathless Lita down, the river bank seemed to smile, but also seemed to not laugh.
It could be said that Lita was the third woman who had seen the river bank for a long time.
The first woman, who was Alex's mother, had left a deep impression on him.
The second woman, namely the adopted daughter Yen, let Her know that women could also make use of each other!
The third woman was Lita, who was standing in front of the river bank.
"A woman who can compromise for her child's sake and endure insults! It's quite interesting!"
F*ck*ng pervert!
Lin spent more than an hour to adapt to the jet lag between Britain and Lisbon.
For more than an hour, he had adapted to the high-rise buildings that were like biscuits in Lisbon, as well as the crowded crowd. There were also cars that were one after another and stuck together like a shadow. There was also the always dusky sky.
Compared to the magnificent presence of Castle, as well as the vast, empty forests around it, there was simply too much in and out of it.
"Twelve, why are there so many big sisters who don't wear pants on such a cold day? And they even show their legs?"
"Twelve, you said that the road is blocked like this. Why are they still sitting in the car and waiting foolishly? Isn't it faster to walk?"
It seemed that he didn't know how to answer such a profound question, even if he asked Xavier, so the little fellow stopped asking.
His little hand was held by Xavier, and his other hand was holding the portrait. From time to time, he stared at the crowd with a pair of big, watery eyes.
Sure enough, the person in the picture was Alex. The little fellow picked it up from the trash can.
"This adult version looks like my man. He should be my father."
In fact, the little fellow's wish was to go out of the Castle with mommy to look for Daddy!
But his adoptive father Henry would only let his wish come true halfway: He would let Lin go to Lisbon to find his father first, and then go back to Fort with his father to pick up his mother, Lita.
The little girl could only agree.
An hour later, it was still in vain. But Lin still had no intention of giving up.
It was not easy to find a person with the same appearance as the painting in the vast sea of people.
In reality, Xavier knew: Alex was at GK's venture capital group right now. However, he didn't bring the little fella over directly. Instead, he wanted the little fella to have a taste of the 'interesting' of finding his daddy.
"Twelfth brother, is my father very handsome?"
After a slight pause, the little fellow added another sentence to herself, "He looks like me. Of course he's handsome!"
So, he looked at Xavier again.
"Unfortunately, you don't look like me at all!
Otherwise, you will be handsome!"
In addition to being speechless, Xavier was still speechless.
Another hour later, Xavier came to GK's Group with a little nagging. He did not go in, but sat on the flower garden outside the GK Group's door and waited.
"Old twelve, do you know my father?"
"I don't think they know each other!"
"Then why did you bring me here?"
"Intuition!"
"What is intuition?"
"... It's a kind of premonition!"
"Do you have a feeling that my father will show up here?"
"That's right!"
"Are you familiar with my father?"
"I'm not familiar with him!"
"Then why do you have a feeling that my father will appear here?"
"Intuition!"
"What is intuition?"
It's a kind of premonition!"
A Rolls-Royce drove slowly into Lin sight.
In the past five years, Alex had still maintained some habits: dark-colored casual clothes, reserved and calm, but not gloomy, fashion was casual but not conspicuous.
He was still handsome, full of wildness and evilness. With the maturity and steadiness of time, he was full of a sense of vicissitudes....
Classmate Lin eyes were fixed on the screen.
"Look, does that person look like your father?"
The little fellow stared at the painting on the Rolls-Royce as she saw the Rolls-Royce coming out of the car.
"You look so much like me! You look so much like me! I'm just a little older!"
Lin was so excited that he was about to get up and catch up with them, but he stopped again.
He looked at something in a daze.
Alex got off from the Rolls-Royce car, went around half of the car, and took out a three- or four-year-old little girl from the other side.