Chapter 2544 Naughty Child

Obviously, my comfort could not change Master Dewey's already stereotyped view of the apostles.

There was silence on the other side of the crystal for a moment, and Master Dewey's voice sounded again: "I understand what you mean. I don't completely question the apostle, but I just have more information to be prepared."

"Let's do this. When this matter is finished, I will go to your place in person. If you have any ideas, we can have a private interview."

Master Dewey breathed a sigh of relief: "That's all we can do."

Nothing happened all night.

The magic airship took off around four o'clock in the morning the next day. I specifically requested that it take off at this time for one reason - to avoid any trouble.

John Davis's tribe got up at around nine o'clock. After learning that the airship had sailed beyond the borders of Airey City, only a few innocent children were still laughing and playing, and the faces of others showed A touch of fear and uneasiness.

The third wife of "My Lord" John Davis came up to me and greeted me.

"Sit down," I waved my hand, "Sit as you like, lunch will be ready later."

The third lady and others then each found a seat far away from me and sat down. They were all restless and glanced at me from the corner of their eyes from time to time.

I pretended not to know, lazily leaned on the sofa, closed my eyes and rested.

Not long after, I suddenly felt someone playing with my trouser legs. When I looked down, I saw a child of about 15 or 6 years old secretly grabbing my trouser legs and holding a thin thread, trying to use the thin thread to connect the trouser legs to the sofa. Tie the legs together.

"Ha, naughty."

I chuckled secretly.

Suddenly, an irresistible thought occupied my brain - I wanted to play a prank on this child.

So I remained calm and squinted at him as he tied the slipknot seriously.

Although the little guy has dexterous fingers, he is still too young, so he probably rarely does this. After tying it for a while, he failed to tie the knot successfully. Seeing how anxious he was and sweating profusely, I smiled and suddenly took action. , and instantly grabbed his two tender little arms, making the little guy yell "Ah" in surprise.

The cry instantly attracted everyone's attention. When I picked up the little guy and placed him on the sofa, the third lady trembled and rushed over like a she-wolf. She first protected the little guy behind her, and then knelt down with a plop. On the ground, she kept apologizing to me and begging me to let her child go.

I was speechless by her reaction.

Is this woman sick?

I just picked up the little guy and put him on the sofa. Why did he have such a big reaction?

I took a long breath, put my hands on my knees, leaned slightly, frowned and said, "Did I ever say I wanted to hurt your child?"

Seeing that the third lady looked scared and confused, I continued: "I just think the little guy is cute and want to tease him."

The third lady nodded calmly and released her hand protecting the little guy.

I waved to him: "Come, sit next to uncle."

A small head poked out from behind the third lady, and first glanced at her mother's face blankly. Seeing that her mother did not refuse, she ran over, leaned on the sofa and sat on it, and climbed up with great effort. .

After climbing onto the sofa, the little guy started jumping non-stop, using the sofa as a trampoline. He was having fun, giggling and dancing like a hip-hop master.

I was quite amused, holding my chin in my hand while admiring the children's innocent play.

When the third lady saw this, she couldn't say anything, so she could only stand there silently, waiting until the little one finished playing wildly, and then she took him back.

Children playing around have a unique flavor, but if there is a parent standing next to them, they always feel a little awkward, so they waved their hands and said: "You go back to your seat first, and I will send him there when he gets tired of playing. .”

The third lady looked hesitant, but she didn't dare to disobey me, so she had no choice but to go back in three steps.

Not long after, the chef prepared lunch and brought my portion first.

Smelling the aroma of the food, the lively little boy suddenly calmed down. He slowly sat down while sucking his fingers, and looked at the table full of delicacies with his big eyes.

The third lady slowly stood up and was about to come over to take the child away, but I waved her hand to stop her.

"Want to eat?" I asked him.

The little guy nodded and looked at me, his eyes full of desire.

"Eat it," I said, "slow down, don't burn it."

He cheered, picked up his chopsticks, and grabbed a plate of prawns in the middle of the table.

After a lot of effort, I finally picked up the prawns. However, a scene that surprised me appeared. He didn't eat it, but swallowed his saliva. He jumped off the sofa, walked carefully to the third lady, and handed the prawns to me. Passed over: "Mom, shrimp, you eat."

The third lady was trembling with excitement, covering her child's cheek tightly with both hands, almost crying.

"This kid is good." I nodded secretly, then looked a few meters away and looked at the other slightly older kids who were devouring their food at the dining table, paying no attention to others. I murmured, "Fortunately, he was not selfish by John Davis." The family tradition is infected, otherwise this family will really be hopeless."

After a lot of effort, the little guy finally peeled off the shrimp shells, stuffed the horribly peeled shrimp meat into the mouth of the third lady, and then smiled as he watched his mother eat the shrimps.

After the third lady finished eating, the little guy ran back and once again wanted to send the shrimp to his mother.

This time I stopped him.

The little guy looked at me pitifully, as if my mother would starve if I didn't let him give shrimps to her.

With a slight sigh, I asked the chef to prepare a plate of grilled shrimps for the third lady.

The little guy then sat down and started eating by himself.

As he ate, I talked to him in a low voice.

The little guy is very smart. He can answer almost everything I asked about his family. Although some of the answers are vague and some are very one-sided, don’t forget that he is only five or six years old and can A child at this age who can answer questions in a very organized manner and has no stage fright is definitely a talent.

Taking advantage of the momentum of his answer, I asked him if he had any family members who hadn't boarded the airship.

The little guy thought for a while, nodded heavily, and said, "Yes, mom said there are still two brothers who are not here."

"Brother." I said to myself, and then asked: "Have you seen them?"

The little guy nodded again.

"Approximately how old are your two brothers?" I pointed to the group of children eating a few meters away and asked, "Are they as big as them?"

The little guy nodded again, stood up, whispered in my ear, "I'm telling you, don't tell anyone else!"

"Okay" I nodded in agreement.

"Those two brothers are older than mother."

My brother is older than my mother. I understand instantly.

It seems that there are still two guys with extraordinary status who have not boarded the airship.

I couldn't help but begin to look forward to how John Davis would react when he heard the news.