Female Novel
Chapter 1442
Chapter 1442
AS Kindergarten.
I hadn't seen him for two days over the weekend, and Fair was particularly happy to see Anderson.
After morning class, she noticed Anderson was a little distracted and asked, "What's wrong with you,
what's going on?"
"Today, godmother had surgery and I was worried about her." Anderson let out a sigh.
"Is she very sick?" Fair tilted her head gently, "The doctor will find a way, don't worry."
"Hmm." Anderson nodded, "If the operation is successful, she will wake up, if it fails, I may never see
her again."
"It won't. She'll be fine." Fair stroked Anderson's back, soothingly.
Anderson felt as if Fair's hands had magical powers and he was in a much better mood.
From his pocket, he took out the small gift he bought over the weekend and handed it to Fair .
"What's this?" Fair asked with a wink.
"Just open it and see." Anderson purposely wrapped it in a small bag yesterday.
"." Fair opened the pouch suspiciously, and when she saw a pair of cherry hair clips inside, she
exclaimed, "Wow, it's so cute, it's so pretty."
"Is it for me?" She asked uncertainly.
"Bullshit." Anderson gave her a disgruntled glare.
What else, could he have used it?
"It's so cute, it's just like the real thing, I want to bite it." Fair said, about to stuff the cherry hairpin into
his mouth.
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Anderson slaps away Fair's messy little hands.
The cherry hairpin fell on the floor.
Anderson picked it up, "Let me help you put it on."
"Mm-hmm." Fair nodded her head repeatedly, her lips curving into a sweet smile.
Fair happens to have two braids today.
Anderson reached out and pinned the bobby pins to Fair's two braids, matching them well.
After the clip, Fair deliberately shook his head, happy.
"Andres, what month were you born?" Fair asked.
"April." Anderson replied.
"Ah, I'm older than you, I'm eight months older than you." Fair looked smug, "You should call me sister
."
Anderson glanced at Fair, "Cut it out, same year old is the same age. What kind of sister are you."
He's not going to call her sister.
"Haha, I'm just kidding." Fair nudged Anderson, "You're not going to get mad, are you?"
"No." Anderson shook his head.
Fair leaned closer and took a closer look at Anderson's features.
Look left, look right, look up, look down.
Eyes on the ground.
"What are you looking at?" Anderson was a little embarrassed by Fair's look.
"I've met a sister who looks like you." Fair said to herself.
", you said there was a girl who looked like me?" Anderson had a black face, "Are you complimenting
me, or undermining me by saying I look like a girl?"
Fair hastily waved his hand, "No. That's not what I meant. She really looks like you. Especially the
eyebrows, and the face shape. And she's the same age as you, eight months younger than me. If you
two were standing together, I would think you were brother and sister."
Anderson frowned, "Do you know how to read people, you're looking at them wrong. My mother only
had me."
"Who says I can't read people. I'm very sensitive to numbers, to faces." Fair beamed, unhappy with
Anderson's questioning.
"Your mommy is back for the weekend. Did you see it?" Anderson suddenly remembered that Fair had
mentioned it.
"Hmm." Fair nodded, disappointment showing in her eyes, "But I feel like Mommy isn't my Mommy
either."