The Foreign Softness

##Bab 45 Fathers and Children Cross paths

The Fifth Young Master tilted his head, "I probably owe you a favor in this life."

I looked at this angry and rude man. The next moment, I suddenly stretched out my hand and grabbed her by the neck. I put half my body into his arms and kissed Fifth Young Master's lips.

Provided she is willing, for the rest of my life, I am willing to become the woman of the Fifth Young Master.

The Fifth Young Master was stunned for a moment, his sturdy body becoming slightly stiff. After a while, he wrapped his hands around my waist and held the back of my head with his other hand. Her lips touched my lips and kissed her passionately.

Candra and Stella leave KFC. As they saw us kissing in the sports car, I heard Stella scolding in a low voice, "Shameless!"

The Fifth Young Master kissed me with great enthusiasm while whispering in my ear, "Candra's face paled. Guess what he's thinking?"

I don't care what he thinks. In my heart he is a bastard. I bit the corner of Fifth Young Master's lips as if I was punishing him for not focusing.

Suddenly the Fifth Young Master exerted strength on the hand that was hugging my waist and half of my body instantly suppressed his strong chest muscles. Then, he suddenly pressed my body into the chair. He didn't care where we were, he inhaled my breath and kissed my lips firmly. I feel what it's like to offend this guy. He will make you powerless to fight like a dying fish would take his life.

Suddenly I opened my eyes, I saw Candra still standing at the door of KFC, her handsome face turning pale like a corpse.

Stella was angry and upset. But after Stella called him a few times, the man remained unreacted. He placed his hand on the man's palm. In front of Candra, she had always wanted to be elegant and intelligent, so no matter how hateful and wanted to stab me with a dagger, she still said with a very sad expression, "Candra, she said, Julia's still in the hospital."

Candra seemed to awaken in an instant. Without saying a word, she went down the stairs and walked towards the black car parked not far away, Stella spat at me viciously and hurriedly followed Candra.

The two of them had already left, I closed my eyes gently, feeling an indescribable fatigue. The Fifth Young Master let go of me, flashed a disdainful aura in the corner of his eyes, "If you really want to thank me, show your sincerity. I don't like being taken advantage of by others, go!"

That was the Fifth Young Master. The previous second he worked together acting with you so perfectly. A moment later, he'll kick you out.

I was driven out of the car by Fifth Young Master like this. Watching the dazzling white sports car leave, I shook my head and walked forward alone.

An hour later, I walked away and arrived at my shop. I don't know since when, this shop of mine has been the place to heal my wounds.

I bought a new mini wooden table and chair, so that later customers would find it easier to taste the cake. As I sat in the chair, the tone of my cell phone message rang, my salary at KFC has been transferred.

That manager would not dare to offend a person like Fifth Young Master.

The glass door was pushed and someone entered with a body that emitted a cold aura.

My body stiffened and my serious eyes were fixed on that tall body. Candra, he's coming again.

"What are you doing here? Do you not dare to offend Fifth Young Master, so you came to look for trouble with me?"

I looked at the man with a hostile look.

Candra stood at the door. He sighed and looked at me with clear eyes, "I know it wasn't you who did it."

I was stunned for a moment, he even knew I was innocent. Then why is he still reporting to the police and letting the police arrest me?

Candra ignored the doubt on my face and walked in. That slender body stood in front of the peach blossom forest wall painting and the beautiful woman. Moments later he said, "When you deliver the food, I realize you don't know we ordered the food."

"You!"

I can't describe how I feel right now and the anger this man is bringing me.

She actually knew that I was innocent, but she still brought Stella to attack me viciously. That's right, she's Stella's husband, and who am I?

I laughed cynically, my heart felt cold as if someone was pouring cold molten iron.

I said, "Candra, I realized that I never understood you. Maybe the man I loved was just your disguise."

Candra looked at me with clear eyes. After a while, he said, "There's no disguise, the me you know is the real me."

"Hehe, haha ...."

I suddenly burst open, until tears flowed from my eyes and I lay down on the table, "Candra, you shameless no? If I were you, I'd already hit my head to death."

"You're right, I really wanted to beat my head to death."

Candra said it slowly.

I looked over and looked at the man who was making me even more confused. Candra lowered her head, western-style black leather shoes wrapped in her slender and beautiful legs.

"Then why don't you die?" I asked with cold. I don't care why he had the idea to beat his head to death. Everything about this man has nothing to do with me anymore.

"I can't let you go."

Candra took a deep breath, her clear eyes refocused on me.

This guy, I really don't want to see him anymore. I don't want to see him for a second. I don't want to hear a word from him. This man has broken all the boundaries in my heart. I can't stand him talking nonsense to me anymore.

Candra also seemed to understand that if she did not leave again, the seat in my hand would I throw at her mercilessly.

Candra shook her head. He looked a little helpless, he stepped his long legs and left my shop.

I put down the chair as if I had lost all my strength and sat on it.

I sat in silence for an hour alone until nightfall. My head hurts a lot, but I still miss the kid locked up in the house, I want to see if he's my son or not, but I don't have the courage to knock on the family door.

So, on a dark night, I came to the old compound, then went up to the third floor alone and stood in front of the house for ten minutes. Then, I just raised my hand and knocked on the door.

With or without my son in it, I had to muster up the courage to give it a try.

The door opened and a woman with a face appeared before my eyes. When she saw me standing outside the door, she immediately closed the door, but I pulled the door. I know her, this woman is my son's foster mother.

"Wait a minute!"

The woman looked at me warily, "What are you going to do? You agree that you will never know each other again, have you regretted it?"

"No, I just wanted to meet him."

My hand pulled the door firmly to prevent the woman from closing it.

"Don't dream!"

The woman was suddenly about to close the door, but I held her tightly, "No, I have to see her. I heard him crying alone, you always locked him in the house, it's not good!"

"Don't talk nonsense, let's go!" Instantly the woman's expression changed and closed the door without any explanation.

At this moment, there was suddenly a thud in the room, followed by a loud cry. The woman immediately turned around in panic and she suddenly shouted, "Denis!"

I just saw my son, his forehead hitting the sharp corner of the coffee table and blood rushing out.

My vision went dark, for a while I felt the world was upside down and I almost fainted, while the woman carried the child in a panic, "Denis! Denise!"

"Remast it to the hospital!" I shouted, my eyes reddened like crazy.

The woman seemed to have regained her senses, but she looked panicked. He held the child and continued muttering, "Money, it takes a lot of money, it takes a lot of money to go to the hospital."

I snatched away the fainted child in his arms, "I'll pay for it!"

I rushed out of the woman's house with my son in my arms. When she saw that I had taken her son away, the woman was stunned. Then he also panicked and grabbed his handbag and chased after me.

Along the way I ran while carrying my son. I quickly ran out of the dimly glowing complex. I held my son in one hand and one more hand kept waving to the passing vehicle. Finally, a taxi stopped in front of me. I carried my son, entered quickly.

"Wait, you can't take him away!"

The woman ran and yelled angrily, I held the anger in my heart and waited for her to get into the taxi, then asked the driver to drive the taxi.

The son in his arm was still fainting and bright red blood flowed all over his face which looked thinner than the first time I saw him in the supermarket, making it hard to see his appearance.

My heart hurts, my throat feels like it's about to break. My eyes are painful and I want to cry.

Son, my son, I've finally hugged you, but .. You've become like this.

"Hey, don't think about taking Denis. Once the wound heals, you must return it to me!" message the woman sitting in the back.

I resisted the urge to cry, "Don't worry, I'll just take her to treat her wound. Once the wound heals, I'll give it back to you. But remember, if I come back to hear her crying at home alone and no one cares. I'll take back custody of my son!"

The woman glared, her voice softened and showed little complaint, "Had Denis died of cancer and she owed a lot. I have to work to make money, so I can just leave her alone at home."

I didn't say anything. In my heart, I've decided to take care of my son, even if I don't have custody.

Taxis were driving along the road. We quickly arrived at the Children's Hospital. I immediately paid for the taxi and got out of the car carrying Denis and ran to the emergency room. The woman followed behind.

I ran to the emergency room holding Denis and someone happened to come closer. That man is Candra. She carried Julia, Julia also wrapped her arms around her father's neck and her little face leaned against Candra's face as she said, "Dad, it hurts."

The child's skin looks slightly yellow, probably due to the influence of muntaber. As she walked, Candra kissed Julia on the face, "Fall down, after coming home it won't hurt anymore."

I was holding Denis, coincidentally meeting Candra and her daughter.