My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I finally connected the dots; much like his father, Wynn had poor understanding of things.

"I'm fine with treating you to a meal, but you can't call me 'mom' anymore. Alright?"

"No problem." The little fellow smiled right away, pulling me into the restaurant. "Let's go, Madam Pretty!"

Wynn ordered a children's combo and the bestselling sets, occupying the space of the two-person table to the brim.

The little fellow did what he said he would. He only took a small bite of each food before he put them back down. The ice cream was the sole exception.

I chuckled and teased him. "Only girls like sweet food."

Hearing this, Wynn immediately put down the spoon in his hand, picked up the napkin, elegantly wiped his mouth and stopped eating.

"Aww, I was just joking. Eat up." As I spoke, I pushed the chocolate sundae on the table towards him.

He shook his head at me. "These are enough." "Really?" I asked doubtfully. Children couldn't always restrain themselves when it came to food.

firmly again and said with a serious face, "Analysis of the big data

mouthful?" "There won't be any problem if I just eat a little. The more Daddy forbids me from eating them, the stronger my urge to

something wrong with his determined expression. It was acceptable for children

directed at me. I looked up and met a pair

A wall stood separating us, but the temperature in the restaurant seemed to have

ghostly eyes, I

came to my senses, Hendrix had

him, he

asked indifferently,

walked over to hold his father's thigh, flattering him by saying,

Hendrix's eyes, but

was

pick me up soon. It's been a long time, but she hasn't come yet. The uncles and aunties in the mall didn't give me the time of the day. Only Madam Pretty was willing to lend me her phone, and I remembered not to simply give you a call, Daddy. I'm a good

Huh?

here? Why

that adorable face of his, nobody could bring himself or herself