It was not only a stalling tactic, but also a dissatisfied expression of the lack of enthusiasm for the little fellow.
In the river bank's view, when Xan met his adopted father, he should have cheered and cheered, instead of asking his biological mother.
"Of course I miss my adoptive father... It's just that my real mommy is a girl, so I have to think a little more about her."
The little girl didn't change her first rank in his mind because of the speed of the Henry, and she even changed the first important ranking in his mind. For a 5-year- old child, his status as a biological mother could never be replaced.
"Yes! This is a good reason! I forgive you for being rude to me!"
The river bank lifted up the little fellow. With a turn of his body, the little fellow rode on his shoulder.
This action used to be Xan's favorite way of intimacy. He always felt that he was superior to the other foster brothers when riding on the shoulders of his foster father, which could allow him to take advantage of others to show off his power.
But today, when riding on the shoulder of the river basin, the little fellow was not happy at all, just looking at the mountain road of Panshan behind her. She hadn't seen her real mommy for a few days, so the little fellow was about to cry.
"Foster Father, you are so mean! You actually left my real mommy and a girl in Lisbon?"
The little girl's nose was full of complaints.
Being scolded by the little fellow, he didn't know how to answer. He wanted to tell the truth to the little fellow, but he didn't want Xan to argue with him after hearing the truth.
"Don't worry, your Twelfth Brother is with your mommy."
In fact, the river bank didn't want the five- year-old little thing to be sad, and then cried and quarreled with it.
Only then did the little fellow realize: As expected, the Xavier didn't come to Payt Castle together with my adoptive father from the river. The one who came back with him was a stranger. It seemed that she had never seen him before in Payt Castle.
This person was Xavier. Xavier temporarily left him by the Henry's side.
Xavier looked at Xan who was riding on the shoulders of the river bank, the expression in his eyes extremely indifferent. He wasn't like the other foster children, as soon as they saw the little fella, the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise.
"What are you looking at? Who are you? I don't like you. Do you understand? Don't stare at me anymore!"
The nameless anger of the little fellow came innocently. Perhaps it just wanted to vent the bitterness and sadness that she had not seen her biological mommy.
Xavier's gaze shifted away, but he still stood at a distance of two to three meters from the Henry. He did not stay far away from the little fella's unfriendly roar.
"Xan, don't be impolite! He's your tenth brother."
Henry took the little fellow down from his shoulder and held her in his arms.
Not counting the introductions.
"I don't have 10th brother! I only have 4th brother, 5th brother, and 12th brother!"
It wasn't that the little fellow wasn't friendly. He just felt that the existence of this person was not a good thing for his father, Alex.
The little girl didn't eat much for dinner. She just played with the rice in the bowl, but refused to eat.
"Didn't you say that you like rice? My adoptive father also specially invited Chinese chefs to cook for you."
Xavier was worried that the little fella's soft trick would cause foster father to be unhappy, so he came forward to persuade Xan. This could also be considered as a warning.
"You didn't see your own mother. Are you angry with your adoptive father?"
Henry put down the red wine glass and asked.
The little fella didn't nod, nor did it shake its head. In reality, it wasn't just this. It even included the river bank that sealed its father's whereabouts in a dark room.
Up to now, the little fellow had not yet opened her mouth to plead with her adopted father.
"How about this: Tomorrow morning, I will let take you to Lisbon to find your mother. What do you think?"
Henry said in a compromise tone, "My adoptive father is always so soft-hearted to you."
But the little fellow hesitated.
If she left, what would happen to Alex's father? What if he was still locked in the secret chamber?
Compared with seeing a biological mother, the safety of a bastard's father was also very important.
"Let's talk about it in a few days. I don't miss mommy so much."
The little girl said against her will. She lowered her head and grabbed the rice in the bowl to cover up her guilty conscience.
"..." This little thing was really like a little child's spirit. It was spiritually strange.
After dinner, the little fellow began to entangle with her adoptive father. As long as she pestered her adoptive father, her own father, Alex, would be temporarily safe.
A pair of small palms patted on the back of the river bank with a "Pa Pa Pa!" sound.
Her healthy back was covered with all kinds of scars.
The river bank was filled with men's masculinity, deep-set, vigorous, and full of masculinity.
It seemed to tell the world that the reason why his river bank could be so prosperous was that he earned it from the hail of bullets.
"Foster father, is it comfortable for you to slap like this?" The little fella tried to curry favor.
"It's so... so comfortable! My family is getting more and more filial."
The river bank was enjoying the little guy's little palm on his back. It was another thing to say that he felt comfortable, but it was really comfortable in his heart.
"Foster father, these scars... are they still hurting?"
The little fella used its small hands to pluck out a relatively deep scar. It had long healed, but it still looked rather shocking.
"Not at all! These are all men's medals!"
The river bank had a hoarse voice, as if it was about to fall asleep.
An hour later, under the influence of the river bank, the little fellow finally fell tired on his back and fell into a dream.
Xavier carefully picked up the little fellow from the back of the river bank. After sitting up in the river bank, he sent the little fellow into the arms of the river bank.
Henry bent over to kiss the little guy's red little face, and used his rough big hand to gently rub the little guy's black and bright sleep hair.
"Twelve, stay away from him for the next few days. Don't let him see you, or the little thing will go to sleep again."
It turned out that Xavier was in the Fort Pete, which came back with Henry.
Because there were some things that had to be done without Sam's notice, the river bank had to allow the Twelve Stars to hide in the Castle Petar first.
It seemed that the river bank's doting on Xan had risen to a new height.
After handing over the sleeping little thing to Xavier, the river storage slowly left the health room.
F*ck*ng pervert!
The deep sound of the door opening was awakened by Alex, who had been sleeping very lightly.
Even if he didn't have to turn around to see it, Alex knew that the Henry was here.
It seemed that with the arrival of the Henry, there was a gust of cold wind in the not- so-sized darkroom.
That was the aura of death!
"You regret sending yourself to me as a prisoner, don't you?"
Henry's voice was filled with the arrogance of a king. "Originally, I wanted to extend the span of the game... Who would have thought that you would be so impatient!"
Alex slowly turned around and saw the Henry against the light.
He couldn't see the Henry's face clearly. He could only see a tall and strong silhouette, which was dyed in the light, like a sati from hell.