Chapter 863 Giving Birth To A Boy (2)

Because he didn't think there would really be such a stupid person in the world who couldn't be cured. This kind of person was usually acting, showing a kind of foolishness.

And if she could act like this, she must not be a simple person, which made him feel awed.

Obviously, Richelle was one of them.

"What's wrong with your eyes? They are weird. Why are they so abnormal?" The little girl said to him, but she didn't hear any reply. But he still stared at her, so she asked, "Are you silly? Why don't you say a word?"

Lethe frowned and suddenly came out of his mind. He touched his nose and said, "What else do you want me to say at this time?"

Since he said he was sleepy, she should let him sleep well.

But who was the little girl? She was said that she was brainless and couldn't think too much.

She just looked at Lethe and didn't move her eyes until he began to panic. "Don't look at me like that. It seems that you are thinking about how stupid I am."

She didn't think she was stupid at all, and even a little smarter. Sometimes, her blind self-confidence was the last thing to be challenged.

The corners of Tim's mouth twitched. "You..."

In front of Lethe, Consuela really didn't know how to continue to be shameless. She just tucked him in and hugged the little girl. "Since you are sleepy, we won't disturb you anymore. Just sleep well and take good care of yourself."

Seeing the woman holding the little girl so skillfully, Lethe felt sadder. Even if the doctor had clearly pointed out that he could not live long, he didn't feel sad. He suddenly began to feel jealous.

He had never enjoyed her hug, but if he could live longer, maybe he could wait for her hug.

In other words, he could showed miserably. He revealed his neat white teeth and said in a faint and somewhat unwilling tone, "What if I can't

side the door, Consuela walked with the little girl in her arms. The little girl seemed to be a little sleepy. "Mom, I also want to sleep."

Touching her head, Consuela sighed, "Do you remember the room that grandma Wendy arranged for you?"

The girl replied in a sweet voice, "Yes."

When they were about to leave, they suddenly saw Richie rushing over at the corner of the corridor. He was not surprised to see them, as if he came to pick them up.

The man asked curiously, "Why are you here?"

Looking at the little girl who was wrapped around Consuela like an octopus, Richie clapped his hands and said, "Richelle, come to Uncle Richie's arms. Your mom is too weak to hold you."

Consuela wanted to retort, but the girl could feel that her mother's hands were slowly loosening.

She couldn't hold her anymore.

The little girl immediately fell into the man's arms, and the smile at the corners of her mouth was really just right. "Uncle Richie, hold me!"

"Okay."

Richie held her in a standard posture, as if he had been specially trained in some place, which surprised Consuela.

"You are quite familiar with the way you hold a child. Have you been holding Lethe before?" Consuela looked at him and asked.