Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

In the evening, when they arrived home, Noah was covered in sweat.

Winnie watched him run into the bathroom with his clothes in his arms and turned his head uneasily to ask, "Aren't

you going to help him wash."

Channing followed her line of sight: "He washes himself at home, and I told him which way the hot water should be

turned on."

"But ......"

After all, so small children, in case they do not pay attention in the inside of the fall how to do.

Channing said, "Don't worry, he can do it himself."

Despite what he said, Winnie was still a bit uneasy and kept circling the bathroom door, watching for movement

inside.

In case something really happens, you can also be the first to rush in.

Channing sat in the couch with one hand on his head, just looking at her, lips slightly raised.

When the sound of water inside stopped, Winnie came forward a little: "Noah, you pay attention to the water under

your feet, be careful not to fall."

Noah responded, "I got it, thanks Auntie."

Inside the bathroom, Noah methodically took his small bath towel, wiped his hair, and changed into his clothes

without delay.

Seeing him come out, Winnie finally breathed a sigh of relief, followed by his eyes fell on his wet hair, and dragged

him back to the bathroom, while taking the hair dryer and said: "The air conditioning is on outside, your hair is not

dried out, it is easy to catch a cold."

The little one stood in front of her, incredibly well behaved, "Thanks Auntie."

The boy's hair was already short, and rubbed semi-dry, quickly blow-dried.

Winnie put away the hairdryer, patted his little shoulder, and said with satisfaction, "Okay, go play."

Just as Noah left, Channing leaned in the bathroom doorway and slowly spoke up, "You wash first or me?"

Winnie subconsciously turned her head to look at him, and immediately withdrew her eyes, saying vaguely, "You

...... you first, I'll go cut some fruit for Noah."

She said, and was just about to head outside the bathroom when Channing's voice continued, "So, after you cut up

the fruit, will you also stand guard at the door, like you did earlier?"

Winnie: "......?"

Channing's face didn't change: "Aren't you afraid I'll fall, sister."

Winnie's face was red up to her neck, how could he call her that in front of a small child ......

Winnie hurriedly looked outside to make sure Noah's attention was not on their side before pulling Channing into the

bathroom and lowering her voice to say, "You deserved it for falling!"

After the words, he hurriedly crossed him towards the kitchen.

This little bastard is really ......

Channing watched her back, and the smile in his dark eyes deepened.

Winnie stood in the kitchen and took several deep breaths before she calmed herself down and cut up the fruit and

brought it out.

On TV, instead of cartoons, a science documentary was broadcast.

Winnie sat next to him, "Noah, isn't it boring to watch this."

The little guy shook his head and asked thoughtfully, "Auntie, what exactly do you think dark matter and dark

matter are in the universe?"

Winnie: "......"

The little guy continues, "Dark matter is unobservable, but it can interfere with light waves or gravitational forces

emitted by stars ......"

Winnie coughed twice, "Eat the fruit first, it will get cold later."

Noah withdrew his thoughts, nodded, picked up his fruit tea, and ate a piece of dragon fruit.

Winnie said, "What time do you sleep at home?"

The little one thought for a moment, "Mom lets me go to bed before ten, but sometimes I stay with my sisters when

they can't sleep."

"Okay, then tell Auntie when you're sleepy, and Auntie will take you to bed."

"Thanks Auntie, I'll just go to bed by myself."

Winnie was silent for a few seconds, looked at the bathroom and asked in a whisper, "Noah, you are ...... sleeping

on your own since when?"

Noah followed her example and lowered his voice as well: "My dad said that when I was very young, I was always

raised by my grandmother, and before my mom had my sisters, I would occasionally sleep with my mom, and after

I had my sisters, my grandmother went back to Riverside City, and I started sleeping by myself."

Winnie thought about it, that was two or three years ago, the little one was at most three years old at that time.

"So you get scared."

Noah shook his head: "Sometimes Daddy sleeps with me, sometimes Mommy sleeps with me, and sometimes I

sleep with my sisters, but I don't know why, every time Mommy sleeps with me, she's gone when I wake up in the

morning. Dad said there were monsters in my room and mom would be scared."

Winnie: "......"

She whispered and spat, "Your father is not a person."

Noah waved a hand at her, "Auntie you don't have to be afraid of monsters, my uncle will protect you."

Winnie was choked for a moment and stroked his little head, "Auntie is not afraid, you eat."

Not long after, Channing came out of the bathroom.

When Noah saw him, he hurriedly put down the fruit he was holding: "Uncle, Auntie said that if you don't dry your

hair with the air conditioning on, you'll catch a cold."

Channing glanced at him and his eyes fell on Winnie, raising his eyebrows unnoticeably.

Winnie: "?"

Noah read the signal in his uncle's eyes and immediately got up, ran into the bathroom, and then took out the

hairdryer and put it in Winnie's hand, "Thanks Auntie."

Meanwhile, Channing sat down next to her: "Thanks ......"

The sound of the last word, he dragged a little long.

Winnie didn't have to think about it, she knew what he wanted to say was "thank you sister".

She reluctantly took the hairdryer from Noah's hand and bent down to plug it in.

Unlike Noah, Channing was so much taller than her that Winnie had to get up and stand in front of him.

Noah sat on his knees on the carpet, hands propped up on the coffee table, holding his cheeks, two big round eyes,

gleaming at the scene.

Winnie felt that something as simple as blow-drying her hair was a bit overwhelming to her.

And how can something like this between a man and a woman be treated like blowing a child's hair.

She couldn't do it without any distractions.

Probably sensing her stiffness, Channing glanced sideways, "Noah."

The little one immediately sat up a little straighter: "Uncle."

"It's time for you to go to your room and sleep."

Noah stood up quickly, "Good night Uncle! Good night Auntie!"

After saying that, he immediately ran back to the guest room.

As the sound of the door closing came, Winnie felt that the atmosphere seemed more delicate ......

Just as she was about to shove the hairdryer into Channing's arms and let him blow himself, Channing's voice rang

out in no hurry: "If you don't blow, you'll catch a cold, sister."