Fortunately, Buck has never been a crying person, but he blames his emotions for being too turbulent today. He was a little confused and hugged his daughter and watched Natasha eat voraciously.

The delicate face under the girlish bangs can indeed show the feeling of wind and frost. Ukrainian girls are used to putting on makeup since childhood. This attitude of treating it as polite is similar to Mou Chenfei, but not that top-notch girl can take care of it. At this moment, Natasha was quick to finish a large plate of rice, and was surprised to find that Buck was not moving in a daze. She looked at the few leftover food and felt a little embarrassed: "Actually, it's not too poor to afford food. The food in China is so delicious."

Buck said softly: "What about the meal I made for you?"

Natasha used to being arrogant: "At that time, I thought you were good at craftsmanship, but now I look nothing!"

Buck's love skills seemed to be completely activated, making a sad look: "I have cooked so many meals for you, what's your comment?"

Natasha reached out to hold her daughter, but Buck refused to give her, but she still served the food together and pushed it to Buck. She used to putting food belonging to one person on a plate, which was different from the way Chinese people carried rice bowls and carried food: "Don't try to soften me a little by recalling the past. The main problem between us lies in your six lovers and wives, not the rusty between us."

Buck sighed and started eating with one hand in one's hands. He was tasteless, and his eyes were still on Natasha. The girl also looked at him unscrupulously. The huge office was very quiet, except for Buck's unconscious chewing sound.

So Katyusha, who was ignored, exerted force again. When Buck suddenly felt his pants were hot, the stench had already made him lose his appetite to eat.

He quickly hugged his daughter with one leg and jumped into the bathroom. He helped her wash her daughter first, and then he rushed around. But he was afraid that Natasha would do anything decisive, so he kept stretching his head by the rest room door, sitting in the contemplative girl stood up helplessly, and leaned against the bathroom door: "I will definitely think clearly before making a decision. Am I an act of voluntary action?"

Buck flattered: "Isn't this a worry? I'm worried that your usual habit of strategizing will change when you put it at home..." Seeing the girl's face change, she immediately changed her mindlessly: "I made a big mistake..."

Natasha was amused and laughed: "You used to take over more than half of the housework at home, which was indeed rare among Ukrainian men, but you are not as scared of your wife as you are now?"

Buck himself didn't know how to regulate his emotions: "What can I do? I've been so sad for more than a year, and I'm very happy now. If you leave again, do you think I can still bear such a reality? I'm already showing signs of collapse."

Natasha really had to lower her head slightly before she could lean against the door frame, and the top of her head was pressed against the upper frame. She quietly watched Buck carefully scrubbing her daughter, put on a white bath towel, and take care of her children in Eastern Europe. She had to be more extensive and extensive before. Buck had done a lot of Ukrainian parenting preparations, which had the potential of a housewife. Now she was digging her memory, but she still felt that baby clothes and diapers were too extensive and casual. The girl's softer eyes made her voice lower: "Let go of her hands, she can wash her face, she can leave in six months, and now she can run."

Buck was surprised that this progress far exceeds that of the domestic baby, and he didn't agree with it. He picked it up with heartache and wanted to come out. His long legs swept out again: "Don't you wash it? Don't change it?" He reached out and took the daughter who was hugged in the towel. Not to mention that Natasha's hands and feet are so long that it is convenient to do anything. The coverage area of ​​the stand is too big.

Buck looked back at the big mirror in a daze. His shirt, which was hit on the ground, was covered in dust. Now it was dirtier after being stained with water. He brushed his pants and shit and urine casually. He seemed to have put all his eyes on his wife and daughter.

He turned around and took off his clothes and washed them under the shower faucet. Natasha leaned against the door and looked at him without hesitation: "I'm thinner than before, stronger... I have a few more scars? China is not peaceful."

Buck did not shy away, and turned around and stood under the hot water and pointed at the knife and gun wounds to tell the incident: "Actually, there are such people all over the world, and I will try my best to protect my family..."

Natasha was stimulated again: "Then you have to protect too much..." Perhaps seeing the familiar little brother, she turned to look at the white little rest bedroom behind her and mocked: "Are you having sex with them here?"

Buck was also trying to understand her mood: "No, this is newly built, I haven't been here, but is this important? Although I am actually very self-disciplined, it's not important. In Ukraine, this is just a way for two people to have fun."

Natasha whispered: "But what you instilled in me is loyalty, you are my only man."

Buck hurriedly wiped it and came out naked to open the cabinet in the lounge. Sure enough, the white shirt and ordinary casual trousers were neatly hung inside. Combined with the style of the underwear, this should have been prepared for him by Xiang Wan. He didn't even know when he prepared it. Buck grabbed the heavy clothes and put it on his body.

Natasha took a towel to wipe his back and said nothing. The once familiar interaction between the couple is indeed more alienated now. Of course, it is also the same as holding her daughter with one hand.

Buck dressed simply, but after Natasha asked him to pierce the white shirt into the black casual pants, she rolled up some of the sleeves. The clean and refreshing man looked very mature and stylish. Natasha couldn't help but come over to pull the collar of his shirt and kissed her face: "Maybe I'll still be moved if you want you to pursue me again."

But when Buck was holding his cell phone and thinking about whom he should borrow some cash, the family of three met an accountant at the front desk of the design firm: "Mr. Ye asked me to send your wallet." Buck has not had much money on him, and he was even more in the bank card and ID card today because he was flying in the plane. But it was obvious that Ye Mingjing was as careful as them, even better than that.

A man's wallet that Buck had never seen before, with a row of credit cards and bank cards and a stack of cash hidden in a folder.

This detailed treatment reached its peak in the garage. Fang Lingying drove away a sports car that was not suitable for the family of three. Although she also left behind Mou Chenfei's BMW, Lin Dong's Porsche and Land Rover, she obviously knew that Buck would definitely choose the one left with ordinary ones. Open the Wrangler door, the child seats in the back seat were all installed, and the security guard was also attentive: "Sister Fang arranged to buy it in the afternoon."

Even if he couldn't understand, Natasha could understand the brand newness of the wallet and child seat, leaning against the passenger seat with a sour voice: "It's really meticulous?"

With the assistance of the security girl, Buck fixed his daughter in the seat before driving away: "All of them are smart and good girls."

Will such a girl be willing to abandon her?

No one can be left behind.

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Chapter completed!