Lovin’ in the Moonlight

Dandre Evert looked at the bodyguards standing quietly outside and wondered why there were so many people standing outside. Wasn’t mom going to work? Why did she come here.

Countless questions jumped out of his mind, and Dandre Evert, seeing that he could not see her, hurried to follow her, but was stopped by the bodyguard: “No entry!”

The man’s expression was serious, without any semblance of mercy.

The little Dandre Evert’s temper flared up: “Get out of my way! Or I’ll call someone!”

I have to say, Dandre Evert completely inherited his father’s aura, a sentence hard to make several men present face to face.

This tone … how to sound so familiar?

Dandre Evert saw that they always refused to go away, heart very anxious, the next second, he seems to have thought of something to call another person.

The phone was on speaker, these bodyguards did hear Maxton West’s usual cold and detached voice at this moment unusually mild: “What’s wrong?”

The crowd’s eyes widened in disbelief at what they were hearing.

Who is this little boy? How dare he have the phone number of their president? He’s a big deal.

Dandre Evert stepped aside, simply furious, with a cute little expression on his face: “Hey! Did you bring my mother here, and what do you want to do to her?”

I don’t know what was said to him over there, but the little guy puffed up and spoke, “If you keep doing that, I’m going to have to call someone to beat you up when you’re old! See if you dare to bully my mom again.”

The expression of the bodyguard over there instantly froze, a look of unbearable love, beating who? Hit the president? Not a bad tone!

Maxton West couldn’t help but laugh: “Your mother, it’s mine.”

Fairen Evert over there heard the commotion over here and came out puzzled, not to mention that she actually inadvertently found half a piece of yellow paper while sitting in the grass today.

Just puzzled, there was no font on it, it was just a blank sheet of paper, is there really any notebook dropped here? Or maybe not a book, but … just a few sheets of paper?

As soon as Fairen Evert came out, he hung up the phone as fast as he could and came over aggressively: “Mom Mom! I can’t do a problem, come back and teach me.”

Fairen Evert was speechless, how did this little guy know she was here?

I was about to say something when Dandre Evert spoke up as if he had thought of something: “I followed you out, mom, you’ve been leaving early and coming home late these days, I’m worried about you.”

He didn’t care about that, his father had promised him on the phone to bring his mother back anyway.

The bouncer came over and whispered something in Fairen Evert’s ear, and when she didn’t respond for a moment, the man said, “Now you can go, but you’ll still have to come clean the house and find things afterwards.”

When she got home, Dandre Evert asked her like a chicken, “Mom, looking for something, what is it?”

At the dinner table, a steaming hot meal whets the appetite, but what makes it even harder is that Dandre Evert did it all by herself.

“Nothing much, good boy, have you been obedient in school these days?”

At this point, Dandre Evert’s face fell: “Mom, I got into a fight at school.”

She was shocked to learn from the teacher that the child was gifted and a strong learner, but the only downside was that he seemed to have a violent streak.

Fairen Evert expressed confusion: “I am his mother, I know my child better than anyone else, he is not a violent person … Yes, I used to teach him sparring and taekwondo and so on when I was abroad in order for him to learn to defend himself. ”

The teacher was bitter on the phone: “Then do you know that your child beat up three boys at school and put them in the hospital with serious injuries, and if your husband hadn’t come to settle the matter, he might have been expelled.”

This matter of course the teacher were scared a lot, the child is only how old ah, in school a pair of three themselves unharmed, people are in the hospital for several months.

“But the parents of those children have voluntarily left the school.”

Fairen Evert listened with a dumbfounded face.

When Dandre Evert came out of the shower, she was furious, but afraid of scaring the children, so she had to pretend to be calm and asked him: “Why did you fight at school? Hmm? Tell mommy.”

Dandre Evert’s pretty little face flashed with surprise, and half a second later, she quickly responded, “They made me do it.”

“How did they force you? Didn’t mommy say that you were taught to protect yourself, not to bully other kids?”

A moment later, Dandre Evert’s eyes glistened with water and he turned his face away, “They made fun of me for not having a dad, so I beat them up.”

One sentence, completely made Fairen Evert froze in place, all the anger suddenly disappeared a smoke.

For the first time, Fairen Evert felt that there were some things he really couldn’t do anything about.

Near the end of the day, Dandre Evert himself came to the company to find them, which can be Evans Winters happy, bought him a bunch of snacks.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Fairen Evert asked him as if he thought of something: “Did you go to his school for a parent-teacher conference the other day, because he got into a fight.”

The mood was a little subdued as the words left his mouth.

“Well, I went.” Evans Winters admitted dryly.

Half a dozen times, while Fairen Evert was still silent, he spoke up again: “Fairen, I didn’t want her to be bullied by other kids at school, so I …”

There was a pause: “I said I was his father.”

This result was expected.

Fairen Evert took a deep breath and didn’t say anything.

Just what everyone didn’t know was that this was just little Dandre Evert’s plan.

The fight was real, and so was their mockery of themselves, but the latter was all pro forma.

Dandre Evert’s heart is complacent, Maxton West’s self-esteem is so strong, if they know that their children call another man’s father, will not be angry to death, and so, the time for them to get back together is getting faster and faster.

“Jingle Bells …” the after school bell rang, Dandre Evert carrying a small school bag, jumping out the door.

A few little girls squirmed a little ways away, then plucked up the courage to go up to him and said in a milky voice: “Dandre Evert, I like you.

Dandre Evert is a good-looking girl at a young age, and there are many little girls chasing him, so he is already used to it. Then he left with some of his friends.

A few steps away, an eye-catching small car parked where a plainly dressed woman came down, bent down in front of him and stopped, her voice gentle: “Little friend, you are Dandre Evert, right? Your mother is afraid that it’s not safe for you to go home alone, so she asked me to pick you up.”

“Who are you?”

Nacy took a step back and said with a smile, “It’s your mom’s colleague, oh, she has just called me, believe it or not.”

If her own child had been born, it would have been this big. She took out her cell phone and flipped out that post-processed phone record with a kind and gentle smile.