My dear lawyer

Chapter 240 The smell of dad

William frowned harder. There were really men in the world who were not as good as wild animals. He

was not worthy of being a father, and he was not qualified to be a responsible husband.

He couldn't help but sympathize with his mother whom he never met. The woman brought up her child

alone, her husband was still the kind of man who didn't care his family.

Looking at that white tender small face, he didn't know why there was a kind of affection mood in the

heart unexpectedly, "When will you leave?"

"In a week." Roe looked at his toes with lost eyes. For a moment, he thought his father would touch his

head.

But he didn't.

At this time, there was a knock outside the door. Alex brought KFC's takeout. He saw their cruel lawyer

sitting with a very small child. The atmosphere between them seemed extremely harmonious. At first

glance, there was a sense of harmony between father and son.

Alex was startled by the idea in his heart. He still put the bag on the table dutifully and said, "William,

the food is here."

"Well, you can go out." When William faced Alex, he immediately turned back to the cold man.

It really let Alex have an impulse to tears. He still remembered that when the office was just started, he

worked hard to follow him. Now he was even treated not as good as a child.

He was sad. He had to go out for a while.

With a click, the door of the office was gently closed.

William said to Roe, his voice unconsciously softened a lot, "Eat it."

"Well, thank you, uncle." Roe looked at the food all over the table and there was starlight in his eyes.

Wow, many of them were forbidden by his mother. They were also the delicious food that he had

thought about for a long time.

William clearly knew Roe was very hungry, but he was very cultured in eating. He didn't gorge on the

food he liked. It seemed that his mother had educated him well.

He quietly watched Pudding eating KFC with a satisfied look on his face.

Although Roe wanted to eat more, he didn't dare to eat anymore when he thought of his physical

condition. However, he was full after eating a little. He looked at the delicious food that hadn't been

eaten much.

He couldn't help turning to look at the man who was taking a sip of coffee, he asked with soft voice,

"Uncle, don't you want to eat? This is very delicious."

"Well, I don't eat it." He didn't like this fried junk food very much. Unlike someone who liked it too.

William felt a little depressed. This little boy today had made him think of Vivian for several times. The

person who left was her. Why does he still think about the little woman without sensibilities?

Roe didn't know what William was thinking about. He says sadly, "Well, uncle William, can I pack it

back?"

His mother said that it was a shame to waste food. It was so wasteful to throw away these things if he

couldn't finish them. It was better for him to take them back.

"Are you going back?" William loosened his eyebrows and looked at him.

Roe naturally nodded, "Yes, it's very late. I have to go back, or my mother will worry."

"Well, I'll take you back." William was not at ease to let him go back alone, and now it was even more

impossible to let him go back alone. There was also a strong impulse in his heart to see what kind of

woman Pudding's mother was.

A woman who could stand such bastard.

"No, no, I have money. I can take a taxi back." It was kidding. If dad really sent him back, his mother

would get mad.

Roe refused, and at the same time classified the food on the table and took it back into the bag bit by

bit. It seemed that he had done it many times.

William was only five years old, but he was mature beyond his age. He was sensible and clever, and he

knew etiquette very well. What kind of environment can cultivate such a smart child?

"You're not safe on your own. I'll take you back." By the way, he could help him to teach his father a

lesson.

Roe quickly shook his head and said pitifully, "Uncle, I can go back by myself. I run out secretly. If my

mother knows, she will be unhappy."

"It's OK. I'll explain it to her." William insisted.

"Uncle, you don't know my mother. She's very good at thinking nonsense. Otherwise, I'll call my aunt to

pick me up." Roe worried that William really wanted to drive him home. He quickly took out the phone

and dialed Selina's phone number.

When William heard that Selina came over, he did not insist.

Selina watched it for more than ten times in five minutes. He had left for almost three hours. When she

was about to go crazy, Roe finally called.

Selina hadn't said a word yet.

Roe was more anxious than her. He said before her and deliberately said loudly, "Aunt, I'm here with

Uncle William. Can you come and pick me up?"

Selina soon understood that William was right next to Roi. She responded quickly, "How did you go

there? Your mother is dying of anxiety. OK, I'll come to pick you up."

Vivian did make a few phone calls and asked them to go back. If she didn't take Roe back, it was

estimated that Vivian would have to kill her.

"Well, I know, aunt." Roe hung up the phone, smiled to William and said, "Uncle, can you please send

me down?"

William nodded, stood up from the sofa and helped him carry the bag. "Let's go."

Roe nodded, "well."

His father was really tall standing beside him. He didn't know when he could grow so tall. Time went by

so fast that he had to leave. Maybe he would never have a chance to meet again.

Pudding stood in a daze, there was a layer of sadness in his big bright eyes, as if there was something

sad bothering him.

William stopped and handed the bag in his hand, "Can you take it?" Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Eh? Oh, yes." Roe reacted slowly and took the bag in William's hand.

When he had just taken the bag, his small body suddenly rose into the air, and was once again held up

by the tall man beside him.

William did not say anything and went out with him in his arms.

Roe's disappointed eyes become extremely bright. After hesitating for a few seconds, Roe reached out

and hugged William's neck. His face looked like a ripe apple on a tree. So lovely.

It was the smell of dad.